<?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-8275078</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:37:39.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding A Perfect Existence Through Imperfections</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-8075899970604764681</id><published>2010-07-09T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T13:30:59.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so i've decided that maybe its time to start blogging again, on my long abandoned blog mostly used in jc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the thing that inspired me to start writing again is the fact that I'm leaving for Denmark in about less than 3 weeks, and I don't quite know what to make of it. I've talked to various people about my hopes and fears and I think the advice I remember most clearly is just to roll with things as they come. I suppose that's brilliant advice, but see, the only problem with that is that I'm a natural worrier. I worry about things that haven't happened, I've been accused of jumping to conclusions and my sister even tried to disown me for being unbearably kiasu. I can't help it- I was raised by two anxious parents in a very high strung environment, namely Singapore, and paranoia is not something you can shake off just cos you want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like I've drifted away from the main point of my post again, as I often tend to do because there are so many random thoughts swimming around in my head. Random. My mom says that's my new favourite word. I like the way it describes nearly everything people say that is not linked to the topic being discussed- and the satisfying way in which it rolls off your tongue, simple and yet summing up everything you feel. Especially if you add an American-accented twang to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, I've gone off focus again. Where was I? Yes, Denmark, exchange, exciting new possibilities. I keep thinking that I won't make any friends, cos of how the culture there is so different from the culture here. The topic of drinking comes up again and again for me- will I be able to fit in if I don't drink? Is it really only possible to make tons of friends if I participate fully and indulgently in all their parties? I have no idea, and while I don't wanna compromise on my principles, I also have this little feeling stirring from somewhere inside me that I wanna let go fully while I'm there and not have as many inhibitions as I do here. Does that mean that my faith is not strong? I don't know. I was talking to a friend about it yesterday and he feels that its really a personal choice- if drinking doesn't make me feel like any less of the person that I am, then I should go ahead and do it. I'm confused and worried and partially annoyed with myself for even entertaining such thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, to all the good decisions I will make overseas. Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-8075899970604764681?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/8075899970604764681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=8075899970604764681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/8075899970604764681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/8075899970604764681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-so-ive-decided-that-maybe-its-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-857089348999876687</id><published>2008-06-13T13:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:46:36.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminscing (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQNGXfZoOh8/SFIOAK4zoDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/06A2UUIg7WA/s1600-h/Photo0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211243114906492978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQNGXfZoOh8/SFIOAK4zoDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/06A2UUIg7WA/s320/Photo0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQNGXfZoOh8/SFINj64zn-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xnTSy-kXOrY/s1600-h/Photo0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211242629575188450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQNGXfZoOh8/SFINj64zn-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xnTSy-kXOrY/s320/Photo0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQNGXfZoOh8/SFINkK4zn_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ptdB-QgWv9s/s1600-h/Photo0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211242633870155762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQNGXfZoOh8/SFINkK4zn_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ptdB-QgWv9s/s320/Photo0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQNGXfZoOh8/SFINkK4zoAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Y-IdY_tZ0eo/s1600-h/Photo0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211242633870155778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQNGXfZoOh8/SFINkK4zoAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Y-IdY_tZ0eo/s320/Photo0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQNGXfZoOh8/SFINkK4zoBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GzaP5bNxDSA/s1600-h/Photo0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211242633870155794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQNGXfZoOh8/SFINkK4zoBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GzaP5bNxDSA/s320/Photo0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQNGXfZoOh8/SFINka4zoCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mSG3JYFW7mM/s1600-h/Photo0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211242638165123106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQNGXfZoOh8/SFINka4zoCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mSG3JYFW7mM/s320/Photo0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok I was just uploading all my 210 phone pictures from my memory card from the photos I took (mainly in school) last year and got reminded of all the stupid things we used to do in school! Haha. Gosh. I actually sorta miss school. Well, not the studying part but the slacking, talking rubbish and pretending we had no care in the world even though our A's were looming steadily ahead. Lotsa photos of the final lap of studying too, when we patronised Starbucks almost every day and contributed to their million dollar franchise in either Suntec or Bugis (Soefie still feels bitter about this, though she rarely bought any drinks from there). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The photos that got me laughing the most were the ones where some of my darlin classmates had conked out in the library Chronos. Damn funny la. Like dead bodies on the floor in different postitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And no, we were not slacking. We were on the other hand, very tired from all the studying and CCA-ing that we were doing. I wonder if uni life is gonna be just as stressful and just as packed? I believe it will...from everything I've been hearing. Whatever it is, I sure hope I get a bunch of friends as wonderful as those I found in 33/06. Cos its so much easier to go through shitloads of crap when you know you've got a grp of frens there propping you up (even when you're pretty much out on the carpeted library floor, much to the chagrin of the Malay uncle in the library) when you need it. Will always remember u guys...and hope we ALWAYS keep in touch. Love love! :D&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/8275078-857089348999876687?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/857089348999876687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=857089348999876687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/857089348999876687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/857089348999876687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-i-was-just-uploading-all-my-210.html' title='reminscing (:'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQNGXfZoOh8/SFIOAK4zoDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/06A2UUIg7WA/s72-c/Photo0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-5069791572164523931</id><published>2008-05-28T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:18:01.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexual abuse by UN peacekeepers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay I haven't blogged in an exceedingly long time, and now is as good a time as any to start again, seeing as I have nothing better to do than rot at home, whiling away my time doing seemingly unnecessary things but that I know, in my heart of hearts, will improve my overall well being in the long run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ya right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, I just read an article about how peacekeepers, mostly from UN, have been sexually abusing children in exchange for basic goods such as food, money and soap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Talk about the abuse of a privilege given to you to help those in need. I mean, why even partake in such charitable activities if you're gonna accompany them with acts of humiliation and moral degradation? I cannot even begin to fathom how anyone would have the heart to trick these starved people into thinking that they need to perform sexual services in exchange for basic necessities. What would possess these 'peacekeepers' into doing such things? Are they sex-deprived? In need of a power trip to boost their Jupiter-sized egoes? Whatever the reason, these UN aid workers need help of their own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And with this, I would like to end my post with a quote,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Charity accompanied by insult and injury is worse than no charity at all."&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/8275078-5069791572164523931?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5069791572164523931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=5069791572164523931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/5069791572164523931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/5069791572164523931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2008/05/sexual-abuse-by-un-peacekeepers.html' title='sexual abuse by UN peacekeepers'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-7731855265835554094</id><published>2007-09-23T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T00:59:26.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay more testss!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yay more persnality testss! I like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sakina, your love personality type is ISFJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 7% of the U.S. population possesses the combination of traits that make up this personality type.Being an ISFJ, you can be the ultimate team player. This may be largely due to the deep and abiding loyalty you tend to exhibit toward the important people in your life. It can also be a result of the typical ISFJ philosophy that puts the needs of the group before your own desires. The bonds you share with people can run deep, so even those you don't see very often may be considered dear friends. Chances are, your loyalty and caring toward others is duly noted. It's no surprise that people naturally gravitate to such a warm spirit.In relationships, you appear to use both your head and your heart. It can pain you to see those close to you unhappy and you'll often go out of your way to take care of others. However in your case, being caring doesn't necessarily mean being gushy or overly sentimental. More often, you believe that your actions will simply speak for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes yes, I so agree...especially with the last part. Haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who's Your Type?&lt;br /&gt;Your type is the Artiste&lt;br /&gt;Creative. Sensitive. A bit offbeat. Your type is the Artiste, a unique guywho knows how to express himself in many ways, whether it's through words,music, or attire. You're attracted to his unconventional ways and hisremarkable talents. He doesn't feel compelled to abide by society's norms.He believes that individuality is the key to happiness, and everything hedoes is a reflection of his "inner self." You fall head-over-heels for suchconfidence and style. Whether he's playing a song he wrote for just you orwriting you a love letter, this guy knows how to make you feel special. He'sin touch with his feminine side and doesn't need to assert his masculinityto feel manly. If we were to paint a picture of your future, the Artistewould definitely be part of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sakina, your lips say you've got Understated Charm&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're delivering a sweet smooch or a well-chosen compliment, a kind and centered sweetie like you uses your lips to show how much you care. You're a great listener who's got a knack for knowing what — and what not — to say.Subtle and down-to-earth, you're not totally consumed by fussy fashions or high-maintenance beauty routines. We'd bet you're most comfortable in simple styles that let your genuine self shine through. Seems just right for a go-with-the-flow gal like you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sakina, you're most like Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;"Yadda yadda yadda." From soup to smelly cars, this classic show turned everyday things into gut-splitting moments. Like Seinfeld, you see the world in your own unique and sometimes cynical way. For something to really strike your funny bone, it should have a slightly ironic flavor or at least be a bit offbeat.Perceptive and smart, you know real life truly is stranger than fiction. Friends love to hear your clever observations and appreciate your ability to turn even the dullest of moments into a laugh-track worthy experience. And that — like a Festivus for the rest of us — is certainly something to celebrate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sakina, a Romantic Gesture turns you on&lt;br /&gt;Hey there, sweet thing! In affairs of the heart, your pulse pounds at the tender and enchanting moments. While you may not have it all mapped out just yet, the fairytale ending is what you're after and romantic gestures are a sure way to give you butterflies.It might be sweet notes, a bubble bath for two, a surprise getaway to your favorite B&amp;amp;B, or even just an extra spin around the block listening to your favorite love song. Whatever it is, romantic moments (and the thoughts behind them) turn you on. Sure, brains are important, a sense of humor is attractive, and you never said there was anything wrong with sexy underthings, but it's how your partner expresses their feelings for you that really lights your fire. How romantic!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok la, enough for tonight. Goodnight! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-7731855265835554094?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/7731855265835554094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=7731855265835554094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/7731855265835554094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/7731855265835554094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2007/09/yay-more-testss.html' title='yay more testss!!'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-6191952775118962333</id><published>2007-07-01T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T10:34:41.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absurd dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just had this really absurd dream where different aspects of my life were interwoven into one long, connected dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Firstly I was at madrasah (but the location looked like some LT at tjc) and for some reason Amal was there too. I was about to leave and she salam-ed me and there was a momentary flurry of doubt over this because she couldn't decide which way to do it and I told her it didnt matter. Then when I exited the place, to my utter surprise I looked down and found that I was wearing shorts and a top, with slippers! At madrasah, too! But for some reason in the dream this seemed to be a perfectly normal thing and my mom came to fetch me. She then made some comment on how short my shorts were and blah blah blah and as usual I tried to stop her nagging by animatedly changing the subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok then I'm not sure how, but the next minute I was in school. In school (which was supposed to be tjc) but the grounds didn't look like tj at all. Anyway the whole class was 33/06 and my civics tutor was Mr Hasim but everyone around in other classes were from Crescent! I was like wth's going on here? And then you know what I realised? I was wearing a tudung! I dunno why but I was like wearing home clothes with a tudung in school. Omg talk about reversal huh? Then later on shereen told me that I had brought the wrong text for Miss Azlin's lit lesson! And Miss Azlin is my secondary school lit teacher! So off shereen, soefie and me went for lessons and for some reason the school and this like shopping centre was interconnected. We had some trouble weaving through the shops before we finally got to class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't remember how the dream ended. But the absurd, ridiculous details were enough to leave me weirded out when I woke up. Goodness. Ok I'll talk about yesterday's party later. Gonna have mee siam for breakfast. Hmmm. Later!&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/8275078-6191952775118962333?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6191952775118962333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=6191952775118962333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/6191952775118962333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/6191952775118962333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2007/07/absurd-dream.html' title='Absurd dream'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-2468481340967931443</id><published>2007-06-30T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T13:58:44.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 steps forward, 1 step back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, they say you have to lose the battle to win the war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So that's gonna be my theory for the JCTs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I mean, if you do well in your JCTs, that would mean you'd peak in your prelims, and then from the peak the only way you can go is down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now we wouldn't want that to happen would we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok ok, fine I guess its just a credible way of comforting myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I really do believe in the theory that sitting for a major exam is like a marathon and you have to pace yourself for when you finally reach the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, chilling at Fish n Co. and Amitha's place after lit paper on thursday was immensely stress-relieving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh my god I totally didn't expect it but Zoolander was hilarious! Rishik laughed till he fell off his seat (and I mean this literally). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The movie is basically a parody on male models with the Starsky and Hutch duo as the main stars. I had no idea that Ben Stiller could look so good, I mean they actually made him look like a model! I think its all the make-up plus the fact that I usually overlook his nice features due to his dramatic comedy roles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is a 5 star recommendation for a comedy movie...and I'm not that easily tickled! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Or at least my brand of humour is quite elitist. The second half of Borat made me wince and cringe at how disdainful it all was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then yesterday was spent shopping with Shereen, Sabby and Kenneth. Shereen and Sabby were quite weirded out by the idea that nef was joining us at first but when he came along we kinda became like his psycho moms trying to get him some decent shirts to wear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And i bought 3 new tops! Seriously, that's a record for me cos when I go shopping with the girls I usually end up not buying anything or like the last time, just buying one pair of panties (which cost me a grand total of $1). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So yeah I was feeling blissfully happy after yesterday's bout of shopping, tiring though it was. Kenenth's constant whining was a testament to how shopping can be a sport. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And when I came home I watched the second dvd i rented from video ezy on thursday, She's the Man! It's really funny, I loved it! Amanda Bynes is SO bad at being a man but that's what makes it so entertaining really. And Channing Tatum is amazingly HOT! Drools~~~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay now I am going to indulge myself in the pleasure of downloading new songs, before I go off for a 4th of July party tonight ( Don't ask me why its being celebrated today). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tata!&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/8275078-2468481340967931443?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2468481340967931443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=2468481340967931443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/2468481340967931443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/2468481340967931443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2007/06/2-steps-forward-1-step-back.html' title='2 steps forward, 1 step back.'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-694679467650681299</id><published>2007-05-23T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:36:46.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loserish moments - heh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You know you've become a geek/loser when:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1) You suddenly realise you have nothing to do when you decide to leave aside school work and anything else related to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2) You stay up to the late hours of the night staring at the wall because you've already napped in the afternoon and can't fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3) You actually look forward to school even though you know you have nothing to do in that god-forsaken place the next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, these are a few revelations that overcame me today. Its finally gonna be the end of term, and today's the one day I got to go home early with no plans and agenda in mind to do any work of any sort because I thought I deserved a day off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, that was certainly what I got but with unexpected repercussions of having felt like I've watched too much tv (2 whole hours...like come on, i used to do 4,5 hours...), bummed around aimlessly and ate too much junk. Well ok the last one isn't true. I've only eaten four squares of dark chocolate today and drank some banana milk. That isn't that much junk is it? Yeah, well, I'm not Shereen so no it isn't. Basically I just feel terribly unproductive. I keep thinking about the JCTs. Its so freaky. I can't even give myself a proper break without going into the hives over schoolwork. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So no, I've not truly metamorphed into a loser/geek yet but I can foresee a new me in term 3 where i will lose all sense of coolness. Haha. Coolness. Is that even a word? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I guess its all worth it for the sake of the big A's. The BIG A's. RAH. Just had to go and remind myself. Ok gonna go and download songs now. Guuutttt byeeee.&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/8275078-694679467650681299?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/694679467650681299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=694679467650681299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/694679467650681299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/694679467650681299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2007/05/loserish-moments-heh.html' title='Loserish moments - heh.'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-3506714889473070762</id><published>2007-05-21T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T00:08:16.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's complicated</title><content type='html'>In light of recent events, and seeing as this blog is in no way private (though i've left it abandoned and desolate for so long no one probably bothers to check anymore), I think some of the songs in Avril Lavigne's first album pretty much adds up what I'm feeling. I know this is really unexpectedly random and emo but I can't help it. I've been experiencing a kind of turmoil of emotions over the past few weeks and just when I thought things were fine again, they kind of hit you right back in the face, leaving you dastardly confused.&lt;br /&gt;Confused, confusion, confused. My word of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had never let things escalate up to the point it has reached now, where everything has become a little complicated. And I can't deal with it. Not with everything else that's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Complicated"&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, life's like this&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, uh huh, that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;Cause life's like this&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, uh huh that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;Chill out whatcha yelling' for?&lt;br /&gt;Laid back it's all been done before&lt;br /&gt;And if you could only let it be you will see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you the way you are&lt;br /&gt;When we're drivin' in your car&lt;br /&gt;and you're talking to me one on one but you've become&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else round everyone else&lt;br /&gt;You're watching your back like you can't relax&lt;br /&gt;You're tryin' to be cool you look like a fool to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Life's like this you&lt;br /&gt;And you fall and you crawl and you break and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty&lt;br /&gt;and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it&lt;br /&gt;no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the rest of the song is basically repetitive and the chorus is all that's relevant anyway. La la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna believe you,&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that it'll be ok,&lt;br /&gt;Ya I try to believe you,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't&lt;br /&gt;When you say that it's gonna be,&lt;br /&gt;It always turns out to be a different way,&lt;br /&gt;I try to believe you,&lt;br /&gt;Not today, today, today, today, today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]I don't know how I'll feel,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Is a different day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always been up to you,&lt;br /&gt;It's turning around,&lt;br /&gt;It's up to me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do what I have to do,&lt;br /&gt;just don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a little time,&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone a little while,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not too late,&lt;br /&gt;not today, today, today, today, today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-3506714889473070762?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3506714889473070762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=3506714889473070762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/3506714889473070762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/3506714889473070762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-complicated.html' title='It&apos;s complicated'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-8875602554319431549</id><published>2007-03-15T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T00:17:25.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March hols</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;True to what Shereen said, I'm blogging once again, and its March! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So here goes my monthly entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So. My March holidays have been like WOAHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I really don't know how it flew by, it feels so sudden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saturday was NUS open house, and after going there I just feel all the more confused cos I feel like I have a lot more options now. Initially I had my mind set on law but now I'm not so sure anymore. What in the world makes me think that I can go up against national debaters who can probably argue their way out of a life-threatening situation? I don't know, I just suddenly feel I'm not good enough for anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Imagine if I did history. While the undergrad did tell me that there are other prospects than teaching, I still don't feel very assured. How many people will end up being recruited by intelligence agencies? Probably only the cream of the crop. And am I the cream of the crop? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alright, now say I wanted to take Lit. Lit is honest-to-god, something I'm really passionate about. But I seriously think I suck at it, at the rate I'm going, with the grades I'm getting. I'm getting nowhere, I'm constantly plunging and soaring I don't know what to expect anymore. I feel lost, its like I don't even know how to improve cos in those assignments that I feel I'm putting in effort for, I don't get the results. And then I get the results for some assignment we did in class that I thought was crap. How do I tell? So okay, I'm straying off topic. If I did Lit, the person said I could go into journalism because you need to be good in language but apparently journalism has terrible hours and terrible pay. So I guess you need to have the passion for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok and there are a few more options as well that I am not getting into. This is so tiring. God. I'm exposing myself so entirely and thoroughly its kinda scary. Even though theoretically I'm only exposing myself to myself. But people are gonna read this. Ugh, there's something wrong with me. So much for reading Tuesdays with Morrie and getting enlightened by it. &lt;em&gt;Love each other or perish. When you learn how to die, you learn how to live. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sunday was Miss Azlin's wedding. Gosh I'm so glad I went! There's something refreshing about seeing your teacher getting married, all dressed up and being so demure. I felt so happy for her, and it was so good to see all my teachers again. As Soefie so rightly put, it was better than Teachers' Day! Haha, it certainly was. And who knew Mr Stephen Loh was such a good conversationalist? I certainly didn't know. He was making such an effort, and it was so easy to talk to him, I found myself being surprised. Hmm. The things you learn about your teachers after you graduate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The rest of the week was quite a blur. Training, getting scorched by Mr. Golden Sun. Then with a terrible headache, went off to meet mom and sis and fren for dinner at Siam Kitchen. It was a good dinner, but I don't think their Thai food is all that great. I've tasted better (Lizzy!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then Wednesday, competition. Ugh, don't wanna talk about it. It was terrible. But I'm feeling better about it now. Even though I know zh won't read this, thanks for the comforting words! We'll just have to keep training hard guys. June comp, here we come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today, finally, a day to slack. Gosh it was a gorgeous day. Love spending time at home lazing in front of the tv, not thinking about anything important even though there are lots of things to get done. I watched Prestige again on vcd! Love it, love it. Hugh Jackman is SO hot. But that's not why I love it. It's an excellent movie. I wanna read the novel. Yeah, like I'll ever get down to reading properly again. I miss reading!! SHEESH. The things education deprive me of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;K Hasim tmr. Shall go pack my bag now. I must not be late tmr. Personal pledge. Yes. Will be on time! :D&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/8275078-8875602554319431549?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/8875602554319431549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=8875602554319431549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/8875602554319431549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/8875602554319431549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2007/03/true-to-what-shereen-said-im-blogging.html' title='March hols'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-2730698954530181430</id><published>2007-02-17T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T19:12:24.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rishik's party (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It seems that every time I am free enough to blog, its after a party at Rishik's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So here goes then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesterday was Road Run! Wee. Haha. What a psycho. Its not exactly exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, I didn't know I was in one of the Alpha teams for the run and only found out on the morning itself. I was appalled ok. Seriously. But yeah, I just pinned the bloody tag on and ran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My position was horrible, of course, but I still felt pretty good after running cos I gave it my best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After the run me and Andrea stood at the bleachers cheering the boys on. And the coconut jelly was oh-so-delicious. Have never tasted it before. Really refreshing. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then after that went over to Rishik's place, which is located at the ends of the earth. (I'm serious about this, its situated right next to a dead end.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;His apartment is really well-decorated, and his room is SO neat! I love the decor-the shelves, tables, ornaments, most of which he carried over from his previous home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We ordered pizza and watched Scary Movie 4. It's pretty hilarious. For those of you who have watched it, I think you'll agree that the Ju-on boy speaking Japanese was pretty darn funny- Tempura sushi sashimi! Gosh, I loved it. Some parts were tooooo bad to be funny but mostly it was nice. Good choice, Rannald!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then after that we went for a swim in his pool. I absolutely refused to at first cos I didnt bring my swimsuit but they managed to persuade me to go in in my fbts and house t shirt. The unglam-ness of it all! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I didn't regret it at all. It was amazingly fun. We did stupid things in the pool like holding on to each other and riding around, and sam and rishik had a holding breath in water competition. Boys!! Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then after that we showered and went to take a (very long) walk by the beach, where there was a lovely, lovely breeze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After that we had dinner together at pasir ris central. Good food, good conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We were telling loads of stories. And laughing our asses off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went home with Sabs, had a reall good talk with the girl. Love her sooo much. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok I'm gonna stay home and watch the movies they're showing on channel 5 tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Adios! :D&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/8275078-2730698954530181430?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2730698954530181430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=2730698954530181430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/2730698954530181430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/2730698954530181430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2007/02/go-green-day-and-rishiks-party.html' title='Rishik&apos;s party (again)'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-116817243857426864</id><published>2007-01-07T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:20:39.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay so I've officially ended my first week of school, though the first week of school was seemingly unofficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We only had lectures for the first week and they were all pretty boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Mr Hasim is our new Civics Tutor. Miss Cai must have transferred out or something. Our new CT has been acting weird all week. No more shall be said, lest I say something incriminating. Oh and to quote my sis when I told her he was our new CT: "Good what, then you can drool over him more often." Mmmhmm. Like I want to.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Mr Tong is our new GP tutor. Since he's our school's DM, I shan't say anything further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Mrs Tag is our new Math tutor. Haven't met her yet but according to Sabs, she's a good teacher. Woohoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, other than that every teacher is pretty much the same. Mrs Lofthouse is taking us for Othello. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay that's the end of the boring parts. Ugh I felt so restricted. Cannot say anything about the new teachers in case someone reads this blog and reports it. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, I went to Arab Street last Friday with Sue, Mira, Shobi and Soef! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We went to El-sheikh la where else right....its become a new hang-out for me. Well, not as much as Sue's but yeah I've been there pretty often recently. Its a nice cafe, with romantic lighting and comfortable cushion seats on the second floor (I had no idea this existed before Friday!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We had a pretty good time...lots of girl talk and taking photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh and I also had my first puff of the shisha pipe! Yeah it was alright I suppose I was a little apprehensive about it at first after my sis related to me her experience but it turned out to be rather...unremarkable. I remember taking my first puff and then saying to sue "Huh, so like that only ah?" Hahahaha. Like what was I expecting right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah so we were happily smoking shisha and talking for the rest of the night. Soefie didn't try it though, for personal reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then after that we went to suntec to catch the mass dance at Suntec. But as if the hordes of students making their way in our opposing direction wasn't a tell-tale sign that it was over, we very stubbornly went forward with our plans, going all the way to the fountain. It was empty, of course, by the time we got there, so we ended up going back in and saying hi to all the SC people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And yesterday was a slow, slow day. My sis, Florence, Soefie and I went out together. Soef wanted to repair her handphone. And they took such a bloody long time. Though it wasn't that frustrating since we didn't sit there and wait like all the other blur faces staring at the TV screen, which was repeatedly showing episodes of Mr Bean (the cartoon version). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, then its back to school tmr. As in real school. Real timetable. Ah the misery of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank god there's 33/06 to make it all much better. (=&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/8275078-116817243857426864?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116817243857426864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=116817243857426864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116817243857426864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116817243857426864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2007/01/school.html' title='School...'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-116740161640561022</id><published>2006-12-29T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T22:18:12.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzaeh's partyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yay. So I shall blog about Lizzy's party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, the prelude to Lizzy's party was actually pretty interesting too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Since it was a potluck, and Lizzy needed someone to bring a staple food, I offered to bring roast chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So using a pretty simple recipe, I concocted a roast chicken with stuffing, which took longer than expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I arrived at Lizzy's pretty late....around 7 i think, with Shereen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And it was raining AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But the party was good, and so was the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Andrea was so worried about her spaghetti that she was telling us about how she got her bro to try it first and stuff because apparently 'all my friends are good cooks'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And a few of them complimented my cooking. That made me happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh yeah, and I wore my kimono top that I brought from UK! It turns out that its a great buy after all cos the one i bought is cheaper than the one zh bought from singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Omg and zh's spending habits are over the top! Apparently she bought a really err, distateful leather bag for 80 bucks! And her sis was screaming at her in the bus for doing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Zh's life is like a soap opera okay, I swear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just when you get to thinking your life's pretty exciting, you listen to stories about hers and you do a double take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And Rishik is like the sweetest boy ever! He got all of us these gifts that were suited to ourselves personally and I really like what he gave me! I'm not really sure if I'll ever wear the necklace( cos I have no idea what to match it with) but the basket and the bracelet were so...sweet! It's so ME....as soefie and zh so rightly put it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ahhh, thanks Rishik. Love you loads. And not just cos u bought us prezzies. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh and that job that I tried out for, this promotion job thingy, turns out its a scam. Its just a way to get people's contact details for their telemarketing endeavours. What bullshit. I can't believe they try to deceive people by telling them that they won't call them and that its apparently a 'research on the demographics of shoppers in Singapore'. Like people would really buy that. I had a hard enough time getting ppl to fill up the thing without feeling guilty about it. And there were so many criteria for the eligibility of one voucher that in the end you don't really earn much. Plus, you only get your pay after 14 days. I'm glad I quit after the second day. But there were interesting experiences that came outof the whole thing. Like definitely having to be thick-skinned, and old men hitting on you but being really nice at the same time. Haha. Yeah, there are nice people out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay, shall stop my ranting here. Sis just ordered Macs which should be here anytime soon. *stomach growling* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been eating A LOT lately. Stuffing my face with junk and carbs and what-nots. I'm gonna be a gigantic version of me by the time school re-opens. And then they'll kick me out of the team. Haha. Oh yeah, I'm still wondering if I should audition for Midsummer's Night Dream(next year's school play). Its gonna take a lot of work, and I'm not even sure what the story's about. Better catch up on my reading then. Cya later!&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/8275078-116740161640561022?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116740161640561022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=116740161640561022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116740161640561022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116740161640561022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/12/lizzaehs-partyyy.html' title='Lizzaeh&apos;s partyyy'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-116671698401255846</id><published>2006-12-22T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T00:05:09.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain come again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When it rains in Singapore, it pours.&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining non-stop here in our sunny island for the past few days, leading to floods. I went for training today and the skies seem to have cleared, so we proceeded with the training. Midway through though, the skies decided that they had given us enough leeway and decided to let loose its streams of water, such that we were drenched through while trying to master a 2-v-1 or a 3-v-2 for the game. It was actually really fun, playing like that in the rain, with all of us getting really wet but not minding a bit. I bet my super thin sports bra was revealing more than it should but then luckily for me, we were all girls. And so we had our last training of the year, all wet and muddy, with coach leaving us with a "Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But that wasn't the end of the story. Since I hadn't foreseen having to change out of a muddy t-shirt, I had no choice but to go home in it. How obnoxiously delightful. I hate to admit it but I was rather amused by the number of stares I received from people as I walked to the train station as well as in the train itself. I decided to buy myself lunch after that and the aunty at the hawker centre stared at my shirt for a long time before attending to me. Dear, dear. It seems I like attracting attention, even if it is out of notoriousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, let's sing "Rain,rain stay on long…go away another day" because as much as we seem to be complaining about the floods, the reality is that we're all enjoying this little bit of good weather aren't we??&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/8275078-116671698401255846?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116671698401255846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=116671698401255846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116671698401255846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116671698401255846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/12/rain-rain-come-again.html' title='Rain rain come again...'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-116661845649945074</id><published>2006-12-20T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:40:56.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Jewel- Good Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/CiH5FZBGo1U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/CiH5FZBGo1U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;its a lovely song, and since Jewel looks so good in the video, I decided to post it up. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-116661845649945074?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116661845649945074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=116661845649945074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116661845649945074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116661845649945074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/12/jewel-good-day-its-lovely-song-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-116652450051697003</id><published>2006-12-19T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T18:37:06.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why i havent been blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1468/553/1600/736783/starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1468/553/320/562353/starbucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok, the reason I haven't been blogging is because I've been trying to manage 5 other blogs every day.&lt;br /&gt;Well, they're not blogs exactly, but sites where I have to upload photos and images.&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty fun except for the fact that its thematic and I have to stick to a quota of images and videos per day.&lt;br /&gt;It gets pretty hard trying to think of new stuff to put up every day, but hey, I'm getting paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, training was cancelled AGAIN today. And I had gone all the way to school before I received the message. That message that goes : "Training cancelled..."&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed off for a while, until I called zhenghui and persuaded her to have hot chocolate with me at starbucks. Yay, she rocks.&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at starbucks, I was like the first customer there!&lt;br /&gt;And I came in with my dripping umbrella, messing up their squeaky clean floor.&lt;br /&gt;Then I ordered the HOT CHOCOLATE. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;The girl actually served me the drink, cos there was no one else there! Brilliant, eh? I've never been served in starbucks before.&lt;br /&gt;Then zhenghui arrived, and she actually brought SCRABBLE, thinking we would run out of things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, we didn't. We both had more than enough things to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun! Us sitting there, just talking about stuff and drinking hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Then she had to go off to work.&lt;br /&gt;So I went off home, it was still pouring, and the morning wasn't wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you need a good movie to watch right now, I highly recommend Charlotte's Web. Excellent movie, heartwarming and tear-jerking. You can watch it with anyone, cos its about a highly-valued friendship. Dakota Fanning played out her character well, as usual. And I actually felt fondness for Wilbur (a pig, no less) and Charlotte (a very motherly spider). So go catch it alright! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-116652450051697003?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116652450051697003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=116652450051697003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116652450051697003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116652450051697003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-i-havent-been-blogging.html' title='why i havent been blogging'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-116560892059600249</id><published>2006-12-09T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T04:15:21.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Its so depressing because all the excitement is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This trip that I've been looking forward to since the beginning of time (well, i tend to exaggerate just a little bit) is over and done with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I can say that I had a BRILLIANT time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was amazing really, I loved almost every minute of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Except for the 14-hour flights that got me cramped up and numbed in different places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I'm suffering from jet lag, since I'm typing this post at 3.30am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Accomodation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Six people to a room in youth hostels. That was fine I suppose, except for the fact that there wasn't much living space and by the end of the 10 days our stuff was strewn everywhere. If our moms had caught sight of our room! Girls, too. Whoever said that girls were supposed to be neater? My favourite hostel was hands down the one in Stratford. It was so quaint and out in the middle of nowhere, and the common toilets were actually more comfortable to use than the personal toilet we had in each room in the London hostel. There was also a tv room where we encountered this hilarious science experiment comedy! Sulphur+champagne= Sulphagne. Right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And the other British comedy with this wonderful line: "Stay out of my bastard way forever." Haha. There were these polite 'gangster' guys who came in after that and asked for permission to switch to the sports channel. It was so funny, cos the guy who was asking us for permission was so awkward about it. Then after a while we decided that it was getting weird so we left the room. And Rannald, our wonderful macho man, left us there alone with the guys. Nicholas doesn't count. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Performances:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, the best musical was really Les Miserables, though we didn't manage to catch the first part of it because we were late. I had horrible seating where I had to lean forward for the entire show and I was so tired that I couldn't really concentrate on what was going on. Oh and the whole left side of the stage was blocked off for me. So I just had to imagine what the actors were doing on that side of the stage. Bleah. If only they hadn't put that on like the second night. The first few days were damn tiring and we were all exhausted by the time we got to the musicals at night. Wicked was pretty good too, though in a different way. Les Miserables had a brilliant plot and very impactful songs while Wicked was more, well- funny. Both had a strong cast I believe because the acting and singing didn't fall short of my expectations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The other two performances were not really my kinda thing. It was by the London Symphony Orchestra and The Royal Ballet (Sleeping Beauty). Amazingly, I didn't fall asleep throughout either of them because irritatingly, those were the ones where we managed to get reasonably good seats. So the stage was right in the centre and it was hard to fall asleep with the light glaring in your eyes. Plus the last few days weren't exactly tiring, we didn't walk as much. I suggest if you're not a very musically inclined person, stick to the theatre (i.e. plays and musicals). At least that's what I'm gonna do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Since we visited so many sites, I'm just gonna pick a few of my favourites to talk about. One of the places that really took my breath away was the Globe Theatre. It was amazing, because I had read about it and seen it in so many pictures that I was just so awed to be actually standing in the place itself. Shakespeare and his troupe( Lord Chamberlain's Men) had apparently stolen the theatre and re-built it to keep it going. The guide was telling us the whole history of the place and though I can only vaguely remember it now, it really captured my attention. But imagine stealing a building! Dear, dear, one can only imagine such a thing. William Shakespeare is so inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Another one of my favourites was defnitely the Westminster Abbey. There were memorials of many famous people such as Franklin Roosevelt, Clement Atlee, Jane Austen, T.S. Elliot, William Shakespeare, the Bronte sisters, Coleridge and lots lots more. It brought out in me a feeling of deep respect for these great people and I was just so overwhelmed as I stood there. Oh yes, not forgetting the tombs of Elizabeth I (Mr See's favourite Queen), Mary I and Mary, Queen of Scots. Apparently Elizabeth and Mary were arch-rivals as they fought for the throne. It was so interesting to engage in such history and at the same time visit the elaborately-designed memorials because it just made it all so real. It was no longer something that was out of reach or out of mind because I was there, living it all and being a part of it, even though it was all more than a century ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Stonehenge was another particularly intriguing place that we visited. There are a lot of unexplainable mysteries about the place, as apparent in the commentary given by the audio guide. It was filled with "We THINK" and "It MAY be" because really, no one knows how or why the stones came about. They have a lot of theories about it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, we had sandwiches almost every day. Occasionally there was pasta and one of the nights we had a Chinese dinner. Dining in Oxford was a brilliant experience. Just sitting there amongst the long rows of tables made me feel respectful. It was apparently the place where the Great Hall in the Harry Potter films were shot, though it looks quite different in real life. There were portraits of the different kings and queens hanging on the wall around us. The Oxford students came to join us later and dinner was served. The students treated the place like it was their home( well I suppose it was in a way) while we were being formal and rather stiff in comparison to them. Haha. The food was alright, though the humus served at the beginning was erm, to put it quite crudely, gross. The pasta was good though, and so was the dessert. Some banana cake thing with syrup and vanilla ice cream. Yum. Though I was so full I was ready to burst halfway through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Transport:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We took the tube on most days and the coach on others. Oh let me tell you about the brilliant adventure that Andrea, Nicholas and I had. We had gone to London Dungeon together on that day (Liz, Rannald and Dinah had gone to church) followed by Oxford Circus. On the way back, we were supposed to meet at Barbican station and we happily took the train, feeling quite confident of ourselves. Then after one stop, Nicholas enlightened us that we were in the train that was going in the wrong direction. We wanted to get off then but then we decided oh heck- why not just go to the next station instead of rushing for the closing doors. So we sat in the train for about 10 minutes or so; we had no idea that the next station was so far away! It actually skipped zone 3 and entered zone 4. And so we arrived at Wembley Park. We called the teachers to inform them of our momentus feat. And Mr See kept making fun of me after that! Hmph. Its not as if I was the only one there ok. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay I guess I have a lot more to say but I shall stop here for now. Shall add more things when I remember them. My sis is coming back from Taipei tomorrow! Yay. Can't wait to see her. Oh yeah, and we shopped a lot in London. I used up all the money I brought there. Tsk tsk. So much for not spending much. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went to watch Happy Feet today with Soef, Mira, Lizzy and Jason. We didn't know Jason was coming! Haha. Soefie only bought 4 tickets. Luckily there was an empty seat beside the row of seats we had bought. The movie was really funny, I enjoyed it. It got a little draggy at parts but mostly it was good. Hilarious and touching at parts, while trying to send across a message that goes something like: Dare to be different. Haha. I love Mumble. He's positively adorable. Yep, yep, then we all went our separate ways. I fell asleep around 9.30pm just now and woke up around 2.30am. Tried to get back to sleep for about an hour but couldn't so finally gave up and decided to use the net. How did I end up blogging? Hmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Goodbye for now! (=&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/8275078-116560892059600249?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116560892059600249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=116560892059600249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116560892059600249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116560892059600249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-116360022249590133</id><published>2006-11-15T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:44:01.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hols, training and more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well then so the holidays has been going by fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've barely blinked and its already the 15th of November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've settled into a routine of trainings 3 times a week and going out to someplace or other the rest of the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Its a good life really, only what I've been wanting to do for a while is get a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I tried applying for a job at Clementi Video Ezy but currently there are no vacancies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The lady at the shop was really nice and she gave me this application form to fill out which she told me will be sent to the HQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I kind of get the feeling that I won't be able to work at Video Ezy though because their minimum age seems to be 18, or at least it was at East Point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm so excited for the UK trip! I'm going in approximately 2 weeks. Can't wait for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know everyone's been going on about the cold and such, but really, it won't be that bad now will it? I'm trying to be optimistic here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Padded jacket or otherwise, I'm going to enjoy myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haha, look at me talking....the one who can't stand the cold very much. Indeed. I can only stay warm easily when I get excited and high and my face starts emitting a lot of heat so that my face seems to have this reddish tinge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I doubt I'll be able to keeep such a lot of excitement in for the whole of the 12 days. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But yes, I am excited about all the sites, the musicals, the food, the people, the hostel, the weather. Oh the list could go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh yeah let's recap what I did today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had lunch with Amitha and Soefie at Bugis Banquet then we went to Amitha's to watch Blackadder! Omg Blackadder is hilarious I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You can watch it again and again and still find it amusing. In fact it seems to be better watching it the second time cos you know what's coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then the two darlings tried to persuade me to go and play badminton with them but I steadfastly refused to join them. Dear old lazy me. Sorry guys....I'm sure you had a great time nevertheless! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And now I'm at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Been discussing with Rannald about what to bring for the trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh yes, something very exciting happened to me a while ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My kindergarten best friend, Clarissa Cross, found me on Friendster and added me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At first I had no idea who she was but after she asked me if I'm Sakina from PAP Clementi... I was so ridiculously excited! And so was she, apparently!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I added her on MSN and we talked for a bit. We decided that we should meet up soon to catch up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;11 years, it seems. That's a hell of a lot of catching up to do. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Note to 33/06: If you're going overseas, please send the dates to Mr Hasim at his email address. Msg me and i'll give it to you. I don't wanna waste my sms-es this time. Hee.&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/8275078-116360022249590133?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116360022249590133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=116360022249590133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116360022249590133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116360022249590133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/11/hols-training-and-more.html' title='hols, training and more.'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-116202449243661482</id><published>2006-10-28T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T16:40:17.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rishik's party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay, so I'm fully hung-over from Rishik's party today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;According to my sis, I've been in an usually good mood for the whole of today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well today has only been for at most 5 hours since I only woke up around 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But hey, it feels good to be in a generous mood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I woke up and VOLUNTARILY went to clean the stove in the kitchen which was so filthy and greasy it was practically calling out to be scrubbed clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then I helped with the cooking, which was delicious of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And we just finished watching seabiscuit...its a heartwarming movie. I thought it's be boring but it really isn't, though it got kinda draggy in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It stars Tobey Maguire and I wonder if it's a true story cos it seems suspiciously like one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So yeah anyway....Rishik's party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went late... and i found my way to his place all by myself! Kudos to u girl! Hee. (my sense of direction is bad okay so soefie don't go all like "you've been here twice, you're expected to know the way,etc etc")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah then we had lots of food....and i regretted bringing my spaghetti cos the amounts ppl were eating were really pathetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But the food was all good though, as usual. Too bad then that there were so much leftovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then I did my horror mask thing again in a 'thriller' video directed by nadia. Apparently I was really scary. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We had a poetry session at the end of the party and I think that was one of the nicest moments. Everyone was sitting around the table and we were surrounded by lighted candles (as well as a mosquito coil) and then we started reading. It was really cool as everyone shared their poems, especially the ones that they wrote on their own. Andrea's poem about her mom was something I think everyone could relate to, especially those who knew about her relationship with her mom. Then we attempted Poetry Jamming and well, that was, unfortunately, a bit of a flop. Kenneth's famous second line was "i'm fat" which made no sense at all following rishik's first line. Ah well, I guess spontaneous creativity is not one of our strong points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was fun nevertheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oooh, then came the cleaning up. Scrubbing, scrubbing and more scrubbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We started talking about Ernesto and his, ehmmm....queer behaviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I put it down to LUST (this is an abbreviation for something).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Soefie, in a very soefie-like manner, believed it was due to him having a very long day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I suppose it could be a combination of both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And the night left me feeling very confused, but also very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have so many other things to say but I'm just too lazy to type it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The little talk nadia, soefie and I had while waiting for soef's brother was interesting. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't know, my thoughts are currently all over the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So anyway, while we didn't fulfil our aims to wander over to the woods as well as the beach, the party was an enjoyable one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A little strange, yes, but enjoyable. (=&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/8275078-116202449243661482?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116202449243661482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=116202449243661482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116202449243661482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116202449243661482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/10/rishiks-party.html' title='Rishik&apos;s party'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-116144397477934716</id><published>2006-10-21T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T23:19:34.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retail therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went shopping today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Retail therapy feels soooo good I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The joys of discovering a new shop that has SO many stuff u want and at reasonable prices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nichii city everyone! Gotta check it out...we spent most of our time there. It's at Vivo City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay, i finally came to terms with the fact that I can't do any H3 subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think its for the better. I mean, I've already had so much difficulty coping with my current 3 H2s and 1 H1....what more advancing one of the subjects to a higher order level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think I'm gonna concentrate hard on my current subjects and do outstandingly well for them instead of worrying about not being able to do a H3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who knows, it might turn out that I'll do better than those people taking H3 because of their additional level of stress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;See, I'm being optimistic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm proud of myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That day went out with Soefie and Sue for buka and it was so nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I so miss Sue okay. She's the same girl that she's been la. Really, she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't see how people think that she's changed all that much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Still one of the sweetest things on earth. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anatolia rocks okay, I swear. The food was sooo good. Salad and doner sandwich. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh yeah and the chocolate pudding. Mmmm, sinful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Encountered a few indian guys along the way to Cine and this was their famous catch phrase, "What's up babe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Soefie and Sue couldn't get over it and they were teasing me about it the whole way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay okay, this has been a scarily BIMBO post. I really sound like an air-headed menace of society. Oh well.&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/8275078-116144397477934716?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116144397477934716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=116144397477934716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116144397477934716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116144397477934716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/10/retail-therapy.html' title='retail therapy'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-116031051767091240</id><published>2006-10-08T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:36:12.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not missing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, the promos are on its way to being over and here i am, not really knowing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I haven't exactly planned what to do in preparation for Lit and I'm a little weeny bit lost now. Just a little bit lost because I haven't actually started studying properly but have been attempting to read P n P again.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even want to talk about the promo papers, especially History.&lt;br /&gt;A certain teacher made me feel like crap, but it wasnt him, it was me. I really hate it when teachers have high expectations.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, on to the happier moments.&lt;br /&gt;33/06 has had their mini post-promos celebrations....we went to watch Little Miss Sunshine on Friday! It was an excellent movie and I recommend it to all peeps out there who can appreciate a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious, engaging and heartwarming all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Go watch it if you haven't! Its not well publicised for I'm not sure what reason (oh right, it doesn't have fantastic looking stars like Nicole Kidman or Brad Pitt) but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;After the movie Rishik, Amitha and me went to Fort Canning to chill.&lt;br /&gt;We sat up in this fortress and breathed in the fre- i mean smoky air.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for us healthy Singaporeans the haze has receded substantially since yesterday when the PSI was at its highest of 150. Clean air again people!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and before the movie, we met Shaminah and Shobah at Burger King!!&lt;br /&gt;I was sooooo happy and excited to meet them again. Love you darlings. LOADS. (=&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go out with them after promos and relive the old days.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the present.&lt;br /&gt;Still figuring out what are my exact plans to study for lit. How do I organise my thoughts? Should I write notes or should I just read them? How do I categorise everything?&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it one question at a time, and hopefully by tmr I'll have the answers.&lt;br /&gt;And here's a song I can't get out of my head. It really reaches out to me, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not missing you -by Stacie Orrico&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh&lt;br /&gt;Im not missing you&lt;br /&gt;Been through just about everything that I could go through&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to relationships&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what I was missing or why I aint listen&lt;br /&gt;When I told myself that was it&lt;br /&gt;Now here I go, hurt again&lt;br /&gt;Cause of my curiousity&lt;br /&gt;Now that its over&lt;br /&gt;What else could it be he just had to cheat&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise never to settle&lt;br /&gt;Why didnt I keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I hated the heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Crying and cheating, the fooling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;(But) Im not missing you&lt;br /&gt;Im not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me&lt;br /&gt;Im not missing you&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because&lt;br /&gt;I got life to do&lt;br /&gt;I know Im usually hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate to see you gone&lt;br /&gt;But this time its different&lt;br /&gt;I dont even feel the distance&lt;br /&gt;Im not missing&lt;br /&gt;Im not missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a shame in a way cause&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I may not ever find the right one for me&lt;br /&gt;Did I leave him, is he right in front of my face oh&lt;br /&gt;Will my true love ever be?&lt;br /&gt;Why would I go on a search again&lt;br /&gt;When I know what the end will be&lt;br /&gt;What good is love when it keeps on hurting me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise never to settle&lt;br /&gt;Why didnt I keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I hated the heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Crying and cheating, the fooling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I cant be with you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm scared felt like I was falling when you left me&lt;br /&gt;I cant keep going through life&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of what I missed&lt;br /&gt;And the person I could be&lt;br /&gt;Love's good when its right&lt;br /&gt;And when it's left in your memory&lt;br /&gt;All the times I let you down&lt;br /&gt;I guess love will be nice for someone elses life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because&lt;br /&gt;I know Im usually hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate to see you gone&lt;br /&gt;Oh different, feel the distance&lt;br /&gt;Im not missing&lt;br /&gt;Im not missing you&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/8275078-116031051767091240?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/116031051767091240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=116031051767091240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116031051767091240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/116031051767091240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-not-missing-you.html' title='i&apos;m not missing you'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-115946188406028951</id><published>2006-09-29T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T01:04:12.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;AH!&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;During my most constructive hours of studying.&lt;br /&gt;Not good not good not good.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling panicky now.&lt;br /&gt;No no, have to relax.&lt;br /&gt;Today school was a waste of time except for math( yes, I do mean Fazli's lesson) and lit. Econs was just a summative revision which was good in a way i guess but I didnt learn anything new.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and got History essay back.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously don't trust his grading.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm complaining or I'm unhappy or anything...but....I dunno. It just seems so dubious.&lt;br /&gt;Ok sakina BE happy.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm deciding between going back to sleep or doing math.&lt;br /&gt;Think i'll do math. Redeem the awful guilt I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'm actually feeling kinda awake now.&lt;br /&gt;And contrary to popular belief, my relationship with HIM is erm purely platonic. No sitting in/under trees or chocolate fantasies or whatever. Haha. Sabs, shereen, soef and me had a blast sitting under lt 2 and telling stories today! It was so fun. Though I didn't get any studying done.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh guilt trip guilt trip again.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I'm repeating everything I say. Like not good not good not good.&lt;br /&gt;(Bet you went up to check where u saw that eh?)&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok. Goodnight world.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-115946188406028951?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115946188406028951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=115946188406028951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115946188406028951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115946188406028951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/09/random-stuff.html' title='Random stuff'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-115927838279612238</id><published>2006-09-26T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:46:22.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Econs inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here's a little smth I concocted during Econs lecture, when the LT was stifling hot because the aircon or something wasn't working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drone drone drone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resources, demand, goods&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not conducive to our moods&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drone drone drone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excessive government intervention&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh- a lack of ventilation!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Murmur murmur murmur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of a hundred restless students&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying in vain to stick to prudence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who knew that Econs would be an inspiration for me to write poems? I didn't!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, have been fasting for 3 days now and feel like crap. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everyday I come home and I'll sleep for a bit, then wake up and TRY to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I either get distracted or I feel a headache coming on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then today after breaking fast I feel so achey. Dunno y also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is NOT working! My body has to get used to the cycle if not for promos die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hasim's lesson today was surprisingly productive. I think it works that way when you actually do your work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Student)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's funny how economists will think about the -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got a real big mike but I'm thinking bout the -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got a real loud voice but I'm thinking bout the-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No there ain't no pain in me thinking bout the-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Teacher)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont give a -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep thinking bout your-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos it don't mean a thing if your brain is somewhere else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna do my thing while you're thinking bout your-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ha ah ha ha ah ha ha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Another tribute to Econs lecture. Sigh, I'm sorry. =X&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/8275078-115927838279612238?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115927838279612238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=115927838279612238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115927838279612238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115927838279612238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/09/econs-inspiration.html' title='Econs inspiration'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-115858622345583710</id><published>2006-09-18T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T00:15:21.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September babies celebration!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fort Canning was seriously fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Honestly, I had a really good time that I haven't had in ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The food was deliciously prepared, the company was my darling 33/06 (so who can complain?) and the music was err...rishik. And Nadia's El Nin-Yo was being repeated at least two dozen times! haha. It was the only slutty song available la. Can't be helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah so after we enjoyed the carb-fest and took a lot of photos we settled down to sitting around on the mat or rather the tarpaulin that sabs had brought along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There was a segregation of two groups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One, the Drunk Corner ( a.k.a. let's act like we're really drunk) and a combination of the Sober but really High corner plus the Talking in Earnest corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Sober but really High corner made up Andrea, Sugu and me. We were dancing like loonies even though we hadn't had any alcohol. You got my temperature rising like...El Nin-Yo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah anyway after that we settled down to Talking in Earnest, with Nadia trying to scrape some delectable stories out of Ernesto but not really succeeding. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was fun la, just sitting there and spouting anything that was floating around on the top of our heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then after that a lot of them rushed off leaving US (me and sabs) the birthday girls, to clean up! What a monstrosity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lizzy helped out too. Yay to the cleaning crew. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah then walked out of Fort Canning with Saby, with her telling me stories about Kelvin that she just heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmmm, shall not delve into them here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today saw Kelvin again. He had lunch with us at the hawker centre across the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He's a really nice guy at face value la. Zh and him seem to be going along well together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today's weather has been really nice. Rainy all day. Good for sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Had a nice long afternoon nap just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Feeling refreshed now but lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmmm I think i should go do Hasim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tmr PW presentation. For some reason I feel kinda nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What a loser. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh yeah before I go, I just have to note down a Kwotable Kenneth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me (to Lizzy, with Kenneth around): Eh, my hips hurt ah. I think I'm growing old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lizzy: Ya cos u sit on the floor right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kenneth: You know why she's telling the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lizzy (a bit hesitantly): Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kenneth: Cos hips don't lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh btw! go listen to this podcast on mrbrownshow.com:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.libsyn.com/media/mb/tmbs-060908-smart_bed.mp3"&gt;http://media.libsyn.com/media/mb/tmbs-060908-smart_bed.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's hilarious. (=&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/8275078-115858622345583710?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115858622345583710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=115858622345583710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115858622345583710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115858622345583710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-babies-celebration.html' title='September babies celebration!!!'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-115824339123133483</id><published>2006-09-14T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:25:06.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUNNING fiasco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Criss Angel.&lt;br /&gt;Mindfreak.&lt;br /&gt;He's a freak alright. A freaking psycho.&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear his song at the end? He was like screaming in this raspy voice (that sounded a bit like a crow's) "MIIIIINNND FREEEEEEEAAAAKKKK MIIIIINNNNDDD FREAAAAKKK" for at least 20 000 times.&lt;br /&gt;But he's a really clever psycho.&lt;br /&gt;His tricks are mostly really cool and I wonder how he pulls them off. Really, I do.&lt;br /&gt;But I have better things to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;Like for one, promos.&lt;br /&gt;Okay....now let's move on. I think I've sufficiently discussed that subject.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I just have to blog about what happened that day when we all decided (under the mastermind influence of Amitha) to go running.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I have NEVER gone running by the beach before.&lt;br /&gt;And the experience was awesome. I just loved staring at the view as we ran past the sea, and the trees, and of course the Bangladesh (I'm not sure about this, but let's assume here that I'm right) workers who stared at us like they've never seen runners before.&lt;br /&gt;We started out by stretching at lizzy's house. That was a ridiculous sight! Honestly!&lt;br /&gt;All err...about four or five of us sprawled out in different stretching positions in Lizzy's living room.&lt;br /&gt;Then when Lizzy came down she gave us her famous (or infamous) look and told us to go and stretch outside. Hahaha, i love you Lizzy.&lt;br /&gt;So off we went, doing a little warm up exercise first before everyone gave a brief introduction to their recent running history. Location, date, company.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I found this faintly amusing though no one else did. Well, according to Amitha, I'm easily amused. But I shall not venture there.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so then we ran, first along the track then at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;It felt good seriously.&lt;br /&gt;And me and Rannald were running ahead when Lizzy shouted (I swear she said this ok and I have Rannald to back me up) , "Hey guys turn when you see the &lt;em&gt;point&lt;/em&gt; ok"&lt;br /&gt;And I was like, I dunno where that is so I'll just let Rannald guide me.&lt;br /&gt;And Lizzy retaliated, " It's really big one, you can't miss it."&lt;br /&gt;So i turned to Rannald and asked him how would we know when we're there?&lt;br /&gt;And he replied in this manner with accompanying hand gestures, "Well I suppose there'll be a big sign that says POINT and then we'll turn over there."&lt;br /&gt;I nodded earnestly, thinking that that made a lot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;It was only later, when we had reached the place we were supposed to turn at, that we realised that Lizzy meant POND. NOT &lt;em&gt;point&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And Soefie declared that we all need hearing aids. You have company, Mr. Bala. (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay so yeah anyway, after that the Westies made their way home and that included Soefie, Rannald and me.&lt;br /&gt;We made a stop at Suntec to get me a caramel mocchiato although I didn't really want to but Soefie was insisting on it so we hopped off the bus.&lt;br /&gt;But the drink was gooood. I like. Soefie hates it though. She hates coffee. I swear one day she'll be a caffeine-addict. Karma always catches up with you.&lt;br /&gt;Yep then everywhere we went, we saw signs with offers for the IMF delegates.&lt;br /&gt;Including the pretzels! There was a sign that read "buy any two premier specialty pretzels and get 1 free" but only IF you had the IMF badge.&lt;br /&gt;And at Pastamania there was something free for them as well. Whatever man.&lt;br /&gt;And because of them, we had to make this one whole big round to get to where we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I swear this phrase was repeated at least a dozen times, " We're never gonna get home."&lt;br /&gt;Most number of times goes to Rannald dearest.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but eventually we DID reach home and I was so tired that I showered and fell asleep on my nice, warm comfortable bed. With the scent of my shampoo and soap enveloping me. It was a very nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;So much for exercise making me feel REFRESHED. Pooh pooh to the person who said that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and i woke up after that to study a bit. Didn't feel very satisfied though.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Saby's baking me a cake! She's so sweet! I hope the cake tastes good though. :/&lt;br /&gt;Haha no la. Its the thought that counts. Plus she can bake. I'll testify to that with evidence from past encounters with her brownies and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we're having celebration at Fort Canning! Yay. Hopefully will have time and energy to blog abt that when its over.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao. ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-115824339123133483?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115824339123133483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=115824339123133483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115824339123133483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115824339123133483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/09/running-fiasco.html' title='RUNNING fiasco'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-115730094600011406</id><published>2006-09-04T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T01:31:14.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I decided to do the quizzes from soefie's blog! Omg soefie u got me hooked on them as well! Muahaha. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="450" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sakina Bte Mohamed Ali --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuzzy to the touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 32% Cynical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howcynicalareyouquiz/cynical-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Generally you give people the benefit of the doubt. But there are exceptions.You buy into many of the things that mainstream society believes, but you're not anybody's fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Cynical Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 10px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: 1px solid; WIDTH: 150px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px solid; FONT-FAMILY: verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffc933; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5px" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 26% Emo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 10px" href="&lt;a" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=5aff31b8-1734-4839-ad53-52b636ffb8db"&gt;&lt;img&lt;&gt; src="&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=595f9da2-750a-42b8-883d-f6e038053568.gif"&gt;http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=595f9da2-750a-42b8-883d-f6e038053568.gif&lt;/a&gt;" alt="Semi-Emo ...mummble." border="0" style="margin-top:5px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I should stop listening to Dashboard Confessional.... enough said... Now that I stopped looking at my shoes, I know how the real world looks. &lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 5px" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 10px" href="&lt;a" target="_blank"&gt;Take'&gt;http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=5aff31b8-1734-4839-ad53-52b636ffb8db"&gt;Take&lt;/a&gt; the&lt;br /&gt;Emo Test&lt;br /&gt;@ FualiDotCom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Normal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/somewhat-normal.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While some of your behavior is quite normal...Other things you do are downright strangeYou've got a little of your freak going onBut you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Normal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Personality: Idealistic, Service-Oriented, and Future-Oriented&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/quickanddirtycareertest/infj.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Ideal Careers:&lt;br /&gt;Alternative health practitioner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Architect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Environmental lawyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Librarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Magazine editor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Museum curator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Novelist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nutritionist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Photo journalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Playwright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Quick and Dirty Career Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dedede"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 76% Pure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#efefef"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howpureareyouquiz/pure-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, you're not exactly an angel - but you're pretty darn close.But chances are, you have a couple juicy secrets deep in your closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Pure Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eee9e9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 84% Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/happy-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's unlikely that you know anyone happier than you.You know how to be happy, no matter what life throws at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Happy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What Your Bathroom Habits Say About You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoyourbathroomhabitssayaboutyouquiz/bathroom.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a giving soul. Way too giving in fact. You often get stuck doing the dirty work that no one else will do.&lt;br /&gt;You spend a lot on clothes, and you tend to be a very dresser. However, it's hard for you to throw away trendy clothes when they go out of style.&lt;br /&gt;You have the perfect blend of confidence and class. You're proud of who you are - but you don't broadcast it.&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you tend to be very romantic and demanding. You'll treat your partner like gold, but you expect a lot in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Do Your Bathroom Habits Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Compassion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/compassion.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eee9e9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Communicate With Your Ears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyoucommunicatequiz/ears.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You love conversations, both as a listener and a talker.What people say is important to you, and you're often most affected by words, not actions.You love to hear complements from others. And when you're upset, you often talk to yourself.Music is very important to you. It's difficult to find you without your iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Do You Communicate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-115730094600011406?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115730094600011406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=115730094600011406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115730094600011406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115730094600011406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/09/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-115730005788917861</id><published>2006-09-03T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:34:07.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers'day! and etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last memorable occasion was teachers' day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The day started off on a bit of an embarrassing note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My ez-link card didn't have enough money...as I had already suspected, so when I tapped my card the annoying loud beeping noise rang out in the silent bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I stood there and looked for change, finally digging out the blessed 55 cents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then the bus driver looked at the till, looked at me, gave me an incredulous look and said, "$1.10 ah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hurriedly swiped my card out of the holder and showed him the beautiful student ezlink card that entitled me to half the adult fare. (I was in my home clothes in case you guys are wondering.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And he nodded and gave me my ticket. I was like thinking "Hah! In your face!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Muahahaha. I'm so evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bus drivers always dont trust me when I pay the 55 cent fare and I'm in my home clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was in my class tee forgot sake I thought I looked quite juvenile! Ah well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then anyway, the embarrassing part came when my dad( who was going to work) came over to the bus and said in a RATHER LOUD VOICE " Sakina, here's some coins for the fare."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And everyone turned and stared at me. Omg....I wanted to sink into a hole and die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I felt like such a baby, with my father there to hand me change when I needed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And the worst part was I had already settled the fare! Oh dear. But these things do happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, the celebrations in school were quite blah except for the performance by dance club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Andrea was rocking man! She looked SO hot on stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All of us were like, hey yeah, finally...this is the reason why we came to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And it was worth it. Our first two periods were free cos Mr. Fazli was in the hospital. Poor soul. I wonder what happened to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah and then came my very self-conscious moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had made cards for the teachers and for some reason I thought it'd be more personalised if I gave it to them personally instead of slotting it in their pigeon holes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Boy did I regret the decision! (okay, I guess eventually i didn't. but still....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I suddenly felt so shy and embarrassed to go up to the teachers and give them the card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Soef had to drag me over to Mr Hasim to give him the card. I dunno what was my problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then it was Mr Rajesh. He was such a gentleman! He was eating and when he saw me approaching he stood up instantly and received his card with a solemn "Thank you so much." He looked so grateful. Haha. And he's been teaching for so many years...isn't he used to presents? It was like that with Lizzy's gift too....he showed so much gratitude. Good man indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah then the rest of the teachers it went relatively well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hate the awkward moments after giving the card when you're like standing there with nothing to say and just smiling at the teacher, the teacher smiling back at you and you're like " God! I so wanna get out of here right now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okok, enough of my self-conscious moments. I think there was something wrong with me that day, I'm not usually like that. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then it was back to Crescent!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Omg I was so happy to see all my sec schl frens again and all the teachers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At first I thought it'd be awkward since I had no presents for them (self-consciousness working its way again) but everything turned out to be great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was great chatting with all of them again, just seeing them again....and I could tell they were happy to see us back too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Miss Azlin was determined to tell us about where she found the ghost in TJ...she actually was like telling us that its behind the CCA block near the semi-D houses. Then in a very contradictory statement she was quick to add that we shouldn't go looking for it and getting ourselves into trouble. Haha. Love her loads man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then talked to Miss Goh. She said she was very tired. And she was chosen to go for teachers' day rally. She didnt look very happy about it and she went on a sarcastic lament " Yes, I'm very happy that I can go for the rally....I'm so glad I was picked....I'm the chosen one...I'm so excited about the rally..." Hahaha. Relax Miss Goh. I hope it didn't go too badly! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah and so this went on, we talked to a few more teachers....and soefie waited around to give her bulbs to the different teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And oh you know what we discovered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mrs Koh isn't teaching anymore! I was so sad to hear that. My wonderful history teacher. She was really good la. So patient with us. We were quite a naughty bunch of kids. Always trying to make her postpone all her tests and not doing her homework. Guess she finally decided that motherhood was her first priority. Best wishes Mrs Koh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah okay getting out of the teachers' day mode...after that me, andrea and soefie went to watch monsterhouse at suntec!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Due to ehmmm, location and movie choice, Amitha didn't want to join us. Apparently our powers of persuasion weren't strong enough for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We intially wanted to watch Devil Wears Prada but due to several of our own reasons, we decided to go with monsterhouse instead. This was AFTER amitha declined our invitation so profusely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And then guess what? She called a while later and said she wanted to come. But by then we had already bought tickets for monsterhouse. And she doesnt wanna watch that. So sad. If she had decided a few minutes earlier we could've all watched Devil Wears Prada together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But anyway, it was a good enough movie! Feel good basically, pretty funny. I liked the animation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah then after that we talked for a bit at Coffee Bean where we had the world's most abominable $3.60 drink! Guys out there, I'm warning you, don't ever get Fruit Tea Ice Blended. Lemon Zest Ice Blended maybe but not the former. Soefie!! It's all your fault. Hahaha. But we managed to finish the drink in the end ( I think).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh and we discovered what Andrea's first date was like. Billy Bombers will never be the same again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today went out with soef to do comparison table. At Bugis Macs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was pretty constructive if I say so myself. I'm quite proud of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Though we did do a lot of gossiping and chit-chatting along the way but that's inevitable is it not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amitha's no longer a Westie. She's officially an EASTIE now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Goodbye, Amitha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hopefully one day you'll come back to our side.&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/8275078-115730005788917861?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115730005788917861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=115730005788917861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115730005788917861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115730005788917861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/09/teachersday-and-etc.html' title='teachers&apos;day! and etc.'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-115599517269044032</id><published>2006-08-19T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:46:12.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memorable fireworks day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Omg i've just discovered the joys of michael buble!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know I'm slow but seriously his voice is mesmerising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Listen to HOME ppl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm listening to it right now and feeling dreamy. Love, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay I'm going to stop gushing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This week has been a rather intense one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, most weeks are but I guess this week is special cos last week we only went to school for like what...2 and a half days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah, one of the reasons why I love national day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For some reason, this year I didn't find the national day celebration all that great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's either that I've turned into a cynic/harsh critic or that I've outgrown the joys of watching the parade and feeling patriotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I actually found it rather boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The fireworks were awesome though! Those were the parts that transfixed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ahh, but don't remind me of fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My disastrous experience last Saturday of having to watch fireworks alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alright alright, now that I've managed to capture my own interest I shall go ahead and recap what happened on that memorable(and sad) day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was supposed to meet my sis and Flo at city hall mrt at 6 on saturday so that we could go watch fireworks together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I was really tired and fell asleep, only to wake up at 7pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had no idea why, but I felt an immense sadness at having to miss the fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I asked my sis if I could still make it if i went there now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So off i went to take the mrt to city hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When i went there, the place was so packed ( well, as usual really) that I couldn't move much faster than everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So off I went bustling through the crowds of CityLink, feeling so sure of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then I reached the end and I decided that I didn't know which way to turn to get to the merlion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I went right, and walked and walked, in the middle of crowds of couples and families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I could feel myself sweating like a pig as I hustled my way through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eventually, I reached the end and decided I didn't know where I was so I decided to call my sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She didn't know how to direct me to the right place so I had to help myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went to the officers in front of Esplanade mall and asked him how to get to the merlion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He told me to cross some damn bridge and go back to the place where I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I went right back to where I started, only to find that the road linked to the bridge had been barricaded off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I took a DEEP breath, and asked the officer outside the Citylink how to get to my destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He told me to go left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I walked and I walked and I reached the Esplanade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I cut through the Esplanade cos finally I was sure how to get to the merlion place my sis was talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then as I reached the door to the exit of the esplanade, guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The exit had been barricaded off as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And when I asked the officer if I could go through, he said, waving his hands, " No no this place blocked off already. You want to go must walk one round and go the other side. Cannot cannot! This place closed already long time 'go". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I felt so exasperated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wanted to cry I swear. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes but i willed myself not to let them fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the end, I went to this place near the makansutra coffeeshop and watched the fireworks from there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I felt better for the 15 minutes that the display went on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The fireworks were really nice, and the people around weren't being overtly annoying either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On the way back, it all started again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Walking through the freaking Citylink was like having to brave a jungle except that this was full of human ( i think) Singaporeans instead of plants and animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This one father, in the spirit of kiasuness that we are all so proud of, was shouting at the top of his lungs for everyone to move in front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Move in front where? i thought to myself. There was no freaking space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And you know what he did? He came, placed his hand on the small of my back and shoved me right into the crowd of people when I was at the bottom of the escalator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I mean SHOVED me right into everyone else, so that the people in front were pushed forward as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And then he dragged his kid in front and wiped off his sweaty red face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like, where do people get off thinking they can do stuff like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I decided to just take it with a pinch of salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Silver lining in every cloud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At least he got me to where I wanted about 45 seconds faster did he not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I mean putting aside the brash rudeness, the blatant disregard for the fact that he did not even know me and that he was setting a poor example for his kid...hey, we got to where we wanted about a minute faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank you uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay, so that was my pathetic day watching fireworks alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've sworn off fireworks-watching for the next 5 years at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh and I can't go for history talk next week! Bleah, got training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm wondering if I should go for the Brackett Project and skip training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I mean, it sounds worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think I better go back to my readings now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm gonna be out the whole day tmr after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ciao. =)&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/8275078-115599517269044032?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115599517269044032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=115599517269044032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115599517269044032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115599517269044032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/08/memorable-fireworks-day.html' title='memorable fireworks day'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-115478794485165555</id><published>2006-08-05T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T22:34:32.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>videos and ipod quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay I went to soefie's and lizzy's blogs and I just COULDN"T resist doing these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;First up, here are the links for the videos that I took from soefie's blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shedding some light on my dear classmate, Kenneth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sgiT2taBH7Q"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sgiT2taBH7Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Famed Rishik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQJOKUzNtYc"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQJOKUzNtYc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pure entertainment man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And by pure I really mean..PURE. No censorship, editing, or basically all the stuff that gives class to a video. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haha. No. Go watch them seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was laughing my ass off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And secondly, I really couldn't resist doing the mp3 player quiz thing that lizzy had on her blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was so tempting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lizzy, why do you make me do such things???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How are you feeling today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Semi Charmed Life - Third eye blind (err... yeah lakehouse.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Passion-Seven ( wait- we forgot Purpose and Drive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How do your friends see you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're still the one- Shania Twain (hahaha, i know i know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Angels Brought me here- Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I need You- Leann Rimes (sounds like soefie man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You Don't Know My name- Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What was high school like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Can't Fight the Moonlight-Leann Rimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Humps- Black Eyed Peas ( don't think so, they're not very big ya noe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Over- Lindsay Lohan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What is today gonna be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Last Breath- Evanescence (morbid man...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Happy Ending- Avril Lavigne ( should hope so, the week's been stressful enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What song describes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the Shadows - The Rasmus( yeah, if u read my open book entry i guess its kinda true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Radio- The Corrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How is your life going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stickwitu- Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jump- The Faders (hmmm. shouldn't they have played this before the funeral?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Promise (Simple Plan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes- Beyonce (I love this answer! finally something straightforward.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everytime- Britney Spears (yeah they can't help it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Always Be my baby- Mariah Carey (i'm sensing there's a vague connection here but I'll leave it up to anyone to grapple wth it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FarAway- Nickelback (yeah I need a vacation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hat should you do with your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Keeping the Dream Alive- Freheit (how apt indeed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do something- Britney spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay now the last one totally didn't make sense. Haha I loved doing that quiz. Cheers Lizzy! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-115478794485165555?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115478794485165555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=115478794485165555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115478794485165555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115478794485165555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/08/videos-and-ipod-quiz.html' title='videos and ipod quiz'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-115478509752954327</id><published>2006-08-05T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T21:38:18.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>donation thingey (angels come alive)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The day started out on a sour note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Firstly, I knew once I woke up that I'll be late if I didnt take a cab to meet Amitha and Soefie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I hurriedly dressed ( no, actually I kinda took my time cos I knew a cab would get me there early) and left the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I reached PS early and I decided to go get a snack while waiting for the two darlings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And, (this I MUST add bcos it is concrete evidence to prove that I HAD a right to be angry with soefie) soefie msged me to ask if I would be waiting at PS or going straight to SMU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I told her no, I'll still be waiting for you guys at PS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And a while later, after I've been wandering around the deserted PS and munching on my hashbrown, I receive a call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Soefie, sounding really happy, tells me that she and Amitha just took the bus because she couldn't see me at the bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And when I asked why didn't she call me to ask me where I was, she said, "oh, you take really long to answer the phone you know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like, what's the relevance? I mean yeah, they were rushing for the bus and everything but i had specifically told her that i was waiting for them at PS. Would i just go off without them? No, that's not the kind of person I am, and she knows it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then after that when I met her she gave me this really chirpy looking face and when I started ranting about how pissed I was, she just went on about how innocent she was and that she was not at fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You know, i wouldn't have been so pissed if she had acted really remorseful and just said a simple apology. But no, she was being all defensive and giving me the oh-i-didn't-do-anything-why-are-you-overreacting attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And she had to add that i kept her on the phone for longer than a minute and because she never does that for anyone, not even her parents, she had reason to be angry with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like whatever man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Seriously. I'm not a hard person to appease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One simple remorseful look and a "sorry" would have made me feel better instantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I would have realised that everyone makes mistakes and hey, let's move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But when ppl act like they've done nothing wrong, it just aggravates me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I also have to admit, i guess i was more pissed also due to the fact that she's my close friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I mean, when someone's close to you, you just tend to expect more out of them don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And you feel more hurt and angry when they do something like that because you know that they know what annoys you and they still do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And just thinking of speech day doesn't help her case either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I waited like an idiot for her for about half an hour and got into deep shit for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And today, she couldn't even make a simple call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't know if I should publish this post but anyway, let's move on to the lighter side of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After we got over our "husband and wife" squabble (according to Amitha that's what we are) we got into the mood of asking for donations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wee. It felt really good to finish those 3 booklets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And lunch was pretty good, I have to admit. Though it wasn't worth my 5 bucks. Hmph. Rip off my money only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then after that we said goodbye to Amitha because she was off to meet her ginger-haired, skinny friend called Jonathan from America. Oooo. She was going out with him and his brother. *wiggles eyebrows suggestively*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then me and soef went to watch Lake House!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HEY, it's really nice! So romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's also really really unrealistic, but hey, X-Men is as well and no one's complaining right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The plot's a bit confusing at first but after a while everything kinda clicks into place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I loved it! So sweet. Sandra Bullock looks really good in it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wait, then again, she looks really good all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And me and soef shared nachos and a drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I like nachos!! the cheese wasn't enough though, I'm gonna demand for more cheese the next time i buy nachos from lido. Serious! Don't give me that disbelieving stare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alright Sakina, its time to stop having a conversation with yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wait....did I just do that again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Goodnight world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I feel satisfied with myself today. That's a nice feeling. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S. Soefie I still love you so if you read this, don't feel hurt or angry or whatever. I just needed an outlet to rant, and well, this is my online diary after all. Technology is BAD (no offence to you, my dear nano!).&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/8275078-115478509752954327?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115478509752954327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=115478509752954327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115478509752954327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115478509752954327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/08/donation-thingey-angels-come-alive.html' title='donation thingey (angels come alive)'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-115357832101073073</id><published>2006-07-22T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T22:40:40.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating things I see</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here are 5 types of couple behaviour that annoy the hell out of me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Mushy baby talk (and this comes with the facial expressions as well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Hands-all-over-the-place displays of affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Staring into each other's eyes for long periods of time (Remember, in the not-so-famous words of Sharon Stone, "Anything longer than 8 seconds is a violation of my privacy.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. The girl condescending herself to play the role of the weaker sex with innocent stares, pouting and a high-pitched voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. The guy carrying HER bag even though it looks positively ridiculous on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There, I've got it out of my system. Honestly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;These are things I've been witnessing on my long train rides from clementi to bedok in the morning or vice-versa in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There was this couple especially that had been annoying me every morning and they contributed to numbers 1 and 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know Shereen would disagree with my number 5 because apparently she had her ex do that all the time for her. Sorry, girl. But some things just don't work(especially if they end up looking like Mats.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On a much lighter note, I went out with Amitha today for her to get her hair cut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We went to Far East and went scouting around to find the cheapest place for her to cut her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cheap and respectable though, because we were snotty, discerning consumers who judged the quality of service by the looks of the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the end we found a suitable place and while she cut her hair, I got myself acquainted with the writings of J.R. Tolkien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's not bad, really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had the impression that it would be a tough read but so far, it seems pretty good. I think I'll borrow it sometime to actually read the whole series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After the haircut we had tea...oh and yes this reminds me of our embarrassing moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We stepped into this place, the "Il Cafe de Roma" and we were all poised to order and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When we received the menu though, we saw the prices and decided the place was just a LITTLE over the top for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And then we scurried out of the place with me smiling at the waitress and pretending to be in a mad rush somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hahahaha. THAT was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah then after that we went shopping and I got this really comfy 3/4 pants! It's loose and the material's really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I like it! Wee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh I just watched Casanova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Heath Ledger looks better here than he does in Brokeback Mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The movie was alright I suppose, I like the starting the best actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you watched the movie, you'll probably know what I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My dad's bugging me to watch some horror show with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll think about it. 0_0&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/8275078-115357832101073073?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115357832101073073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=115357832101073073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115357832101073073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115357832101073073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/07/irritating-things-i-see.html' title='Irritating things I see'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-115331940225937428</id><published>2006-07-19T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T22:00:31.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closed book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I'm not an open book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think we've all established that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes I think its because I've always had secrets to keep and things to hide from the people around me, especially my friends, ever since I was young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was always something or another that I would strive to keep to myself because I was too ashamed to admit I'm different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Either that or I just thought it wasn't worth the bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I remember opening up once to my friends in primary school and for some weird reason, they all thought I was lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I guess it isn't common, what used to go on in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I remember always being afraid of bringing friends over because I wanted to hide everything that I was afraid of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And somehow, after all these years, when the situation has improved quite a bit, I'm still carrying these traits with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Talk about emotional baggage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Its like the shutters are in front of me wherever I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sure, there are blinds, so everyone can take an occasional peek into my inner depths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But come a little further and wait, no, the blinds close again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And all I'm trying to say is, I realise now that this is something pressing that needs to change in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Its time to be a little more open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Its time to open the book binding to a 180 degrees instead of the 45 degrees (I do correct myself, darlin')  that Lizzy is so accustomed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The pages will turn easily, the words will be bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No illustrations though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A little mystery is still worth something every now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm not sure exactly what it is, but I know there's something more I need in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe it's time to go back to the right path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I know that's not the only thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There's something else missing, and I hope that whatever it is I'll find it soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sinking, a little too fast. ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S. I can't believe I just wrote such an EMO post! Oh well. &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/8275078-115331940225937428?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115331940225937428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=115331940225937428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115331940225937428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115331940225937428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/07/closed-book.html' title='closed book'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-115262702189887864</id><published>2006-07-11T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:10:22.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a 'lil depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh god I have so many things to blog about but I'm not sure where to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I guess the JCT results would be a good place...it was horrible seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I failed econs...and everything else are Bs and Cs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't have a single A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know there are people who are worse off than me and maybe I shouldn't be complaining so much, but I honestly feel sickened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like it just suddenly hit home today that I really did screw up the JCTs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh ya I had Malay oral today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have no idea what I was babbling on about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think the teachers must have gotten annoyed with my rambling after a while cos they stopped me kinda abruptly. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I think it could have been worse. Yea definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The topic was something about how ilmu( knowledge) is important for your whole life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah and Aisha was there today, along with Alia! Yay VJ people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;They're really nice la. I kinda miss Alia, she's so nice to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then touch rugby just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A lot of drama sia. In the end I voted like how I said I would vote originally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And you know what? Zhenghui's Vice-captain!! Congratulations hon! I know its unexpected to you but I'm sure you'll do the job well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh and I guess I just HAD to carry on my Red Cross legacy cos i was voted as Quarter-Mistress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haha. That was kinda unexpected too but I guess I'm alright with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Didn't really wanna have any heavy responsibility ya noe but I guess now that I'm in the com...I'm in the com. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I seriously LOVE my ipod Nano. It lifts me up when I ain't feeling so hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was listening to music on the way home today in the train and feeling happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now that the music is gone I feel a bit forlorn and lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OK I think I AM pms-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Psycho freak. Haha. Still loving myself though. Maybe just a little less than usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh and there are other things that are making me kinda depressed but I don't think I'll talk about them here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I discovered that I'm quite a secretive person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't like to reveal my inner thoughts and desires unless I'm positively sure of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like zhenghui today said " You never tell us any love interest of yours what. But then again, I don't blame you cos its guys in TJ we're talking about."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah, that line is agreed upon zhenghui. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And France lost the World Cup, hence not making things any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ZIDANE ZIDANE!! You need anger management. I still love you though. Great great player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh and to all those people who came up with theories about what happened btw Matarazzi and Zidane, its all false. As in yes, Matarazzi DID insult Zidane but it wasn't about his Islamic roots or about him being a terrorist or stuff like that. So sorry soefie, rachel isn't all THAT reliable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Check out this website to see for yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asia.worldcup.yahoo.com/worldcup/article//060711/ap/d8ipq5jga.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://asia.worldcup.yahoo.com/worldcup/article//060711/ap/d8ipq5jga.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-115262702189887864?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115262702189887864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=115262702189887864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115262702189887864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115262702189887864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-lil-depressed.html' title='Just a &apos;lil depressed'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-115202126330129784</id><published>2006-07-04T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:54:23.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickey sickey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well okay here i am again after intense bo-liaoing today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today was supposed to be the unofficial First Day of School but someone just had to get sick on the unofficial First Day of School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It all started with shopping yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay honestly we all had plans to do project ORIGINALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then zhenghui bailed out on me and asked everyone else whether they wanted to go shopping instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And since I was outnumbered (unfortunately my powers of persuasion aren't as great as Amitha's especially when there is a tempting alternative), I couldn't very well say no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So off we went for shopping at Orchard ( the five of us girls- me, sabs, zh, dinah and shereen).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was pretty fun, we bought lotsa stuff and i used up all my allowance in one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We went Far East for lunch and we ate at one of the shops...i had Hokkien Mee and it was really good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Unfortunately a not-so-good feeling overcame me after lunch when i began to feel extremely queasy and then after tea at Bread Talk, kinda nauseous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sabs brought me to the toilet but after burping, I felt a teeny bit better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We went on a little shopping rendesvous all on our own at U2 and there i spent another 10 bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then on the way home as I stood in the train I had this horribly nauseous feeling all the way back and as I went down the stairs the feeling just got worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I thought I was going to puke at the MRT station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But fortunately my bus came pretty fast and I managed to hold everything in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then when I went home I stripped into my comfy home clothes and went straight to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I woke up around 8, saw the toilet bowl, and my insides finally decided they had had enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Out went everything...hokkien mee, english breakfast tea and the milk and chewy bar i had for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah then today went to see doc and oh her examination was so unexpected!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She stuck some cold cotton thing into my arse and applied pressure on my already aching tummy! And in her wonderful investigation, she managed to sneak in the question," You're not pregnant, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I defensively answered, " No, of course not!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haha, and her face was so serious and matter-of-fact when she asked me that that I wanted to burst out laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I didn't of course. Nope, not me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But now I'm all better though! Can't wait to go to school tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't believe I miss school! What a loser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alright, that's all folks.&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/8275078-115202126330129784?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115202126330129784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=115202126330129784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115202126330129784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115202126330129784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/07/sickey-sickey.html' title='Sickey sickey'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-115166656878674148</id><published>2006-06-30T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:22:48.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams r over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay i wanna blog now but I'm really really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My head feels super heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Its like once I close my eyes I'll drift off to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Even blinking is dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So in view of my precarious situation, let me just announce to the whole world:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By exams I do mean JCTs of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok ciao.&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/8275078-115166656878674148?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115166656878674148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=115166656878674148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115166656878674148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115166656878674148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/06/exams-r-over.html' title='Exams r over!'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-115123309713216111</id><published>2006-06-25T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T19:02:14.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School starts tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh wee okay school starts tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm not sure if I was being sarcastic or not with that sentence because I'm torn between missing school and oh let's see, HATING the homework, tutorials and never-ending lectures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah, bittersweet i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And it just struck me that I didn't blog here about the momentus time I had with my squadmates at East Coast Park on one Tuesday when i was ehmm...supposed to be attending something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But it was so fun! I'm so glad I didn't miss it, I really do love all my squadmates so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We went cycling( which I tried in vain to talk them out of because I was really sleepy after doing surveys) and then we stopped at some little place and pigged out even though we had already pigged out at Macs earlier. But wait, we're talking about jia hui here are we not? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then after cycling we went off to town in this long long bus journey and we took neoprints at Cine. We bumped into seniors! Haha how cool is that? They were so surprised to see the whole bunch of us. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then Vera had to leave (sobs) because her dad wanted her home by 7 (though it was already 7 by then).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And we had dinner at Swensens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God we talked loadsa crap man and I suddenly realised how much I miss all our lame-ing and crapping! Seriously I doubt anyone could get crappier than the bunch of us. We were on a roll making up 100% Pure Nonsense: Uncut, Unedited and Uncensored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And the pasta I had was really good( Zx's recommendation, thanks girl).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then we made our way to taka where a few of them had ice cream (I'm glad I didn't cos i was freaking full) from Venezia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then we had to part (awwww...) and decided to meet again at the end of the year for bday bash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How sad is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok past week has been a check back to reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok fine, i'll admit that I have been hiding from reality mainly because its too painful to know that I hadn't studied much at all throughout the halls and I was in for deep shit for JCTs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I still am I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Have been studying frequently with Amitha and just yesterday we had an addition, Soefie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was pretty constructive I must say and horror struck me every time I studied Econs when I realised I couldn't remember anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah, the pains of exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been slacking the whole of today though, as if my exams are already over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know I shouldnt be giving up and let bygones be bygones but sometimes its easier to just lay back and watch as you screw yourself up you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I bet millions of ppl out there KNOW they're screwing up while they're doing it but they just let themselves do it anyway cos they know its easier than taking responsibility for their actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah yes yes the philosophical monster in me seems to be rearing its pretty head again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And Johnnhy Depp is SO HOT y'all! I was watching From Hell yesterday and he is SERIOUSLY HOT. I mean, whoever disagrees, I'm not sure which planet you're from. And he thinks pirates are really like the first rock stars. Either REALLY philosphical or just plain whacked. I'll go for the former, eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok, dinnertime. (:&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/8275078-115123309713216111?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115123309713216111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=115123309713216111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115123309713216111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115123309713216111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/06/school-starts-tomorrow.html' title='School starts tomorrow!'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-115029443992571554</id><published>2006-06-14T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:13:59.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMUN 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok i shall blog about SMUN 2006 at NUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No offence to the organisers, but I didn't really see the point in going through a 3-day discussion to come to resolutions that we could've come up with without going there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know the point of it was for us to understand how the whole UN organisation worked, and if that's the case, I guess I'm out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cos it seems to me like its mainly all talk and no action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wanna be part of the team that actually goes to the countries and CARRIES OUT the plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was mainly this conflict between the first world and third world countries, with the countries in the middle not really taking much of a stance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But the nights were fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THe first night we had social nite where we played Twister (not the real one, mind you, I was in a skirt...) and we didnt exactly know what we were doing but somehow our team won anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hooray for the victors! Weee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haha then after the game the losers had to do a 'forfeit' which involves erotic dancing to some songs. I put forfeit in inverted commas because I'm pretty sure the guys were having a hell of a good time dancing with the host (ok la, she was quite hot) and most of the time she was doing the dancing anyway while everyone else attempted to move with her. And her dress was threatening to fall off at any moment. I swear, if she didn't keep pulling it up there would be more 'forfeit' for the guys to endure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, yes, I'm a bitch, I know...but you should've been there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then after that we hung out and talked for a while before going back to our rooms where me, lizzy and sabs played taiti and ate lots of junk food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was drinking coke at midnight! How positively unhealthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But it was pretty fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Second night lizzy and yvonne ran out on us and so it was left with me and sabs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We were supposed to study( as if) but we ended up playing card games again (sabs claims I am seriously suaku cos I dunno the rules of blackjack) and we gambled with coins! We were making a lot of noise with one game which I kept losing...I just couldn't muster up the energy that sabs had to win the game. It required a lot of attention and screaming. Haha. But we had a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And we ate a LOT of JUNK again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And we bunked together! That was funny la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lost my freaking blazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dun wanna talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shall go watch incredible tales now.&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/8275078-115029443992571554?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/115029443992571554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=115029443992571554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115029443992571554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/115029443992571554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/06/smun-2006.html' title='SMUN 2006'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-114916889012064510</id><published>2006-06-01T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:35:37.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Professional Girlfriend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofgirlfriendareyouquiz/professional-girlfriend.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are the perfect girlfriend - big surprise!&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows you've had enough practice. That's why you're a total pro.&lt;br /&gt;If there was an Emily Post of girlfriends, it would be you.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to act in every situation ... to make both you and your guy happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlfriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-114916889012064510?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114916889012064510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=114916889012064510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/114916889012064510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/114916889012064510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-are-professional-girlfriendyou-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-114906811816114974</id><published>2006-05-31T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T17:35:18.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desaru trip and other stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;K so I finally made the decision to go Desaru with Shereen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I mean I expected it to be kinda awkward with all the mcs ppl around(it&lt;em&gt; is&lt;/em&gt; an mcs trip after all) but it wasn't. Everyone was really nice I guess. Though we were all pretty clique-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We were split up into groups and we had to build a raft and then later paddle in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It started raining so it was postponed to the second day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So next day we headed out for the water and god the riverbed was SLIMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was so slimy that I kept slipping in the water. But yeah anyway we paddled all the way to the end then paddled back as one raft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then we had this obstacle course thingy. Too lazy to explain what it was all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After that we bathed and we headed out for shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We went to shop at GIANT of all places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But not bad la. I managed to buy quite a few things including a keychain with my name on it, earrings, a collared t-shirt, a watch and gelato that cost only RM3.45!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So cheap rite? I like I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh yeah and we kept eating seafood. Seafood, seafood and more seafood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was so damn filling but it was really good. I loved the sweet and sour fish. And the prawns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think I'm like 10kg fatter now. Thank god for training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh yea tmr's rugby tournament at Farrer Park!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kinda nervous now but I'm sure we can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just have to remember our goal. And how we wanna get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alright going off to watch X-men now with sis and Jam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm sure it'll be good! (=&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/8275078-114906811816114974?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114906811816114974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=114906811816114974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/114906811816114974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/114906811816114974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/05/desaru-trip-and-other-stuff.html' title='Desaru trip and other stuff'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-114744676397428851</id><published>2006-05-12T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T23:12:43.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm presented with choices again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love democracy and free will and all, but sometimes I wish that all decisions were made for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cos I know that as horrible as it sounds, if I screw up there's someone else to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That if I regret making a choice then it isn't my fault at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But because I AM allowed to choose, I'm always faced with dilemmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And currently I'm thinking about whether I should go for touch rugby competition on 28th may or whether i should go for the desaru trip with mcs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shereen wants me to go, and god I really wanted to go with her as well but after finding out the date of my competition I don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cos my captain talked to us and told us that we are already quite deprived of competitions and we shouldn't let this one get past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But the thing is, if I choose to go for the competition and I don't even get into the team, then all would have been in vain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is exactly the choice I had to make between pre-U sem and Italy trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And in the end what happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Italy trip was over-subscribed. I couldn't go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I lost my chance of going for pre-U sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is that a sign? Does it mean that I should just go for the desaru trip cos exactly the same thing's gonna happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm just freaking confused. And I have to make a choice by tomorrow. Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hasim's test next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I seriously dunno how to start studying. No, scratch that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dunno how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At least I know WHY I have to study. Cos I don't wanna fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm glad I did pretty average for Bala's test. Guess it just shows that studying does help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;K baking cookies now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pretty sad cos they don't look so hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But they taste really nice! Wondering if I should bring some tmr for Sabs to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmmm. We'll see.&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/8275078-114744676397428851?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114744676397428851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=114744676397428851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/114744676397428851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/114744676397428851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/05/choices_114744676397428851.html' title='choices'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-114700108547396332</id><published>2006-05-07T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T21:28:29.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspects of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alright I know I haven't been posting for an unscrupulously long period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dunno why but I just decided that today would be a great time to start posting again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Though my floobie is down. Tsk. So sad. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyways, since the time I've been gone I've watched two fabulous musicals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The first was West Side Story and just yesterday, I watched Aspects of Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;West Side Story had amazing choreography and singing but the ending was just horrible! I found it really, really abrupt and unsatisfying. Lizzy darling agreed with me! And so did the 3 ppl who I watched it with. It had good entertainment value though, and I would much rather have watched that than stayed at home and watch some re-run of Jeepers Creepers ( which Mr Rajesh seems strangely fond of) on channel 5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay, now on to Aspects of Love. Okay, honestly, i wasn't really hyped up about this musical because it didn't get much advertisement and I was only going cos my sis wanted me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I was pleasantly surprised by what entailed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And by the way, Aspects of Love is one of Andrew Loyd Webber's works. And it was rated 14 and above only! Haha. I was a little excited about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok, so the story's about this actress who falls in love with a soldier that's much younger than her, and then the actress falls in love with his uncle and gets married to him. The uncle (george), has an Italian mistress and the actress falls in love with her as well. So they form some kind of (sick, though undeniably practical) threesome. And not long later the actress and her husband has a daughter, Jenny, who eventually falls in love with the soldier(remember him?). Confused yet? I hope you are cos I was when I read the synopsis. But watching the musical itself made it all pretty clear. Their feelings were kind of screwed up cos everyone eventually fell in love with the soldier. But I LOVED IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The KISS! Oh my god, it was lovely. I know I'm being a bit suaku, but I've never seen anyone kissing so passionately like that on stage before, right in front of me. The soldier's really hot too! I want to be kissed like that! Oh yeah and the kiss between the two women was err....interesting. It was kind of abrupt, the way it happened, but it was interesting nonetheless. But I still love that first kiss between the soldier and the actress because of the way it was built up and they finally did it. Ahhh. I can't get over it. HORNY me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh yeah and I just remembered...I went shopping as well yesterday! God, retail therapy always works! Especially when you have the money to spend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I bought new lingerie and a new Emily the Strange bag that I've been eyeing since like forever! I love my new bra especially the one that's white with flowers on it. So pretty. And I'm wearing my new pink panty today! I still have a bright blue one that I can't wait to wear! Yay! Shopping makes me HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alright now that I've sufficiently discussed my feelings, I had best be getting back to Hasim's tutorial. He's killing me, in more ways than one. And SOMEONE is SHY about messaging him. That girl ah, say only that she has gotten over him. But I shall protect her privacy here and not mention any names. K, ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~Nothing in the world will ever be the same.~&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/8275078-114700108547396332?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114700108547396332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=114700108547396332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/114700108547396332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/114700108547396332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/05/aspects-of-love.html' title='Aspects of Love'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-114104343988226514</id><published>2006-02-27T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T20:30:39.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History seminar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yay...I'm so glad I attended the history seminar in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Actually I realised that I had always wanted to go and it wasn't really a point of contention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So anyway, Rannald and I arrived there....and we realised that we were supposed to be in our uniforms! hahaha. That was hilarious and embarrassing at the same time. Oh well, but at least we were special. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then I was pleasantly surprised to find out that the seminar was actually some role playing thing. It was pretty good! I think ACJC's play was really pretty good and I was impressed by almost all the schools. Except for the pantomine one which made me lose concentration especially with the stupid ugly face masks. And we discovered what the many strips of paper on the mask was for (private joke hehe). :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then there was lunch and oh, was it gooood! Especially the eclairs....so creamy and yummy. So SINFUL. I LOVE. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was gorging myself like a pig in front of Rannald. Haha. I hate it when ppl look at me while I'm eating. Feel so self-conscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh yes and that Hassim! Hate him to bits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He totally like ignored the both of us. He brought his DARLING TA students on a tour around the Arts and Social Science building and left us waiting there at the beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But that's still forgivable. Later, during lunch, I went to the loo for a while and the next minue he was gone again! With his dear dear darlings. And me and Rannald wanted to leave at 1 so we went around the school searching for them and had no idea where they were! Hmph. He couldn't even inform us where we went now, could he? So finally after circling the place for like about 20 mins or so we decided to give up and just go off. And I think he probably didnt even notice that we were missing man! Stupid, stupid guy. Sigh. Shall stop getting myself worked up over him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay today trip to school was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Met Bala at Clementi who freaking scared me by sneaking up on me. I saw him out of the corner of my eye and I was like no....I must be hallucinating...then I turned and there he was! Haha funny la he. Then he kept talking on his hp in the train. I was like wondering who in the world would call him at such an ungodly hour and have a (seemingly one-sided) conversation with him. When i asked him, he said "friend". I was so dumb, only later when Amitha said then I realised, of course! It's his girlfriend! Like duh man Sakina. Haha. I just have this illusion that ppl look happier when they talk to their girlfriend. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And then met Amitha at Bedok mrt! Haha she was like so hyper. It was sooo fun. We were all getting hysterical for like practically no reason. Her insanity was rubbing off on us. (Okay, okay, I guess I have to take a little credit myself.) The poor girl was sick so we stopped at 7-11 to buy Panadol. Yep. And apparently she was happy because she saw us "guys"! Yay, I knew my face could make people's day. Muahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So anyway, totally bo-liaoing now. Like nothing to do. Okay, except GP homework. But I can always do that like at 10 o'clock, at the very LAST minute. Like I always do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hee. :D&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/8275078-114104343988226514?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114104343988226514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=114104343988226514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/114104343988226514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/114104343988226514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/02/history-seminar.html' title='History seminar'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-114077739146720880</id><published>2006-02-24T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T18:37:05.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;K....so here's the results for another quiz. This one's titled:&lt;br /&gt;What do your eyes reveal about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Passion&lt;/b&gt;. You are very passionate whether that passion is good or evil has yet to be determined. You have great power over others and they seem to flock to your service. You are very competative almost to a fault. Perhaps you should let someone else win for a change?&lt;a href="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/blood.pl?biter="&gt;Click here!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Mysterious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Diamond Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Eyes full of Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'25'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;What do your eyes reveal about you?(PICS!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-114077739146720880?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114077739146720880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=114077739146720880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/114077739146720880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/114077739146720880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/02/yet-another-quiz.html' title='Yet another quiz'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-114077599660453199</id><published>2006-02-24T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T18:13:16.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shittified. I feel so shittified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't know why but lit lesson today bothered me a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It bothered me that I had so much to say and yet I didn't say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This always happens to me! I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I felt so lousy after that. Even now actually. Econs didn't make me feel any better either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm breaking my new year's resolution by not speaking up more in class! Especially when I bloody have a lot of opinions. fuck fuck fuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have sufficiently vented my anger then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wondering if i should go for history seminar tmr. Cos Rannald and I seem to be the only ones going and I feel lazy to wake up so early tmr. But if i don't go then he'll be all alone and u never know, it might be fun after all (which i highly doubt since its some highly educated person speaking to some young brats who probably dun have any idea of what he's talking abt). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And so, I am yet again in another dilemma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wanna know if Hassim is going!!! That would be a great incentive for me to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dunno why but somehow seeing him and talking to him would brighten up my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dunno what's wrong with me. I hate him la. And I haven't done his worksheet. Wtf. He's gonna have a bad impression of me. And the bloody guy laughs over every single thing. He is highly amused. And by highly, I mean HIGHLY. He thinks he's very funny as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ahhhh. I dunno why. Bitch, bitch....I'm a bitch. And I'm so sorry to anyone I offended today, and wasn't responsive to today. Just in a bad mood. Must be my period. Ok. ciao.&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/8275078-114077599660453199?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114077599660453199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=114077599660453199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/114077599660453199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/114077599660453199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='-.'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-114018217705487433</id><published>2006-02-17T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T21:30:53.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Took this quiz from farah's blog and here's my results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Islam&lt;/b&gt;. Your beliefs are most similar to those of Islam. Do more research on Islam and possibly consider taking the shahadah and officially becoming a Muslim, if you aren't already.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the actions of some - who go against the teachings of Islam - Islam is a religion of peace; the word "islam" means "peace through submission to God." "Muslim" means "one who submits to God." Islam is the third of the three Abrahamic faiths, and it shares much with Judaism in Christianity; its differences are the acceptance of Muhammad as the last and final prophet, and the oneness of God - in other words, that Jesus, though he was a revered prophet, was not in fact God, and only one God exists. Apparently the Taliban could not read (though their name means "students"), because the Qur'an states that men and women are equal as believers, and that all believers should be educated and seek knowledge. Modesty in dress and behavior is required in Islam for both men and women to preserve the values of society and move the emphasis from superificial appearance to intelligence, knowledge, and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Islam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'88'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;88%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Judaism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'63'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Buddhism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Paganism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'46'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Satanism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'38'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'33'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'29'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;29%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;agnosticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'21'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;21%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;atheism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'8'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;8%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What's Judaism? That's my second best but I'm not even sure what it is. And seems like I have more beliefs associated with Satanism then Christianity! Haha. That's so weird. It's a dumb test anyway cos obviously your answers will be based on your religious beliefs and hence you'll get your religion as the highest scoring one. Like D-OH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And here's another quiz result:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Sociology&lt;/b&gt;. You should be a Sociology major!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span 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border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'25'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'17'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;17%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sociology? Hmmm. I'll consider it perhaps. But hope anyone who reads this tries it out too just for fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-114018217705487433?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114018217705487433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=114018217705487433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/114018217705487433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/114018217705487433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/02/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-114001439702494120</id><published>2006-02-15T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:39:57.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The unread poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay this is the guy's perspective poem from the first scene of our supposed lit skit that didn't make it in the end(Walk to Remember scene). So shall not let it go to waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her hair the colour of chestnut gold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her skin as soft as cushions fold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used to live and breathe for only me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was I, or me, never we&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then this warm soul entered my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how I could only think of her as my wife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was so much I didn't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heartbreak, sacrifice, and now I kneel as low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For not inferior is her height&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It aches me so to see her plight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lower myself so we meet eye to eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her heavenly heart is where I will lie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay i know it's not all that great but I still took quite some time to think over it, especially the last two lines. Oh and I chose TJ as my first choice. I hope I'm making the right decision! And I suddenly feel so depressed. I don't know why. It's like I've been reaching ultimate highs and lows lately. So typical of a teenager. Ugh. I need a mood booster. Save me somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok...off to watch ANTM!&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/8275078-114001439702494120?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/114001439702494120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=114001439702494120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/114001439702494120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/114001439702494120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/02/unread-poem.html' title='The unread poem'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-113963685104140435</id><published>2006-02-11T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T13:47:34.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turning another corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay. So the O's results are finally out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The moment we've all been waiting for, the moment we've all been killing ourselves with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am so proud of our 05 cohort and of 4G3! We really made a tremendous improvement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You go guys! We proved to the school that we can make it after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And can u believe that we went up from band 3 to band 1? So cool. Yay. I'm so happy for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mrs Lee was so happy as well. Beaming at us from every corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then after I got my results I went to hug Miss Azlin and thank her for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love her man. I think she really helped me a lot. Thanks to all my teachers out there yea...I'm too lazy to list them all out here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay I didn't do like outstandingly well but I'm happy all the same. Alhamdulillah. I believe God must have worked his miracles especially for my A math which i thought i'd fail. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So anyway, now thre's the JAE thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Must decide by Wednesday! Ahhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My dad is bugging me to go AC cos its near. He says TJ is too far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I don't really like AC culture. Shall not say anything in case there are ACS-ians reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But he says if I dun wanna go AC then I should stick with TJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And my mom's not helping. She says I should go where I want. Although she hinted that I should go NJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And my tuiton teacher says I should go nj too. Like ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My sis went there! Must I go there too?? So horrible. And it seems like such a mugger school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think I'll stick to TJ in the end. Even though I take an hour to get there every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And yesterday went to Breeks to eat after results. With HML people, even though I dun take HML. Haha. It was fun. I ate baked pasta Neapolitan, and two of them copied me!! hmph. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then after that went home late and got a nagging cos we had to go airport and I supposedly took my own sweet time to get home. Whatever la. In the end also we got out of the house ard 7.45.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sent my sis off to Sweden. Again. De ja vu man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everyone was there, my aunt and cousin, eryan, flo, and my parents of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My uncle couldn't make it cos he was busy at his stall. Too bad for Flo then. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today was comforting Meng How. Poor guy. So upset over his results. But he can make it I'm sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And Soefie was sobbing over her results too. Even though she did well. She's desperate to stay in VJ. Honestly, I think after minusing her bonus points and appealling, she'll be able to stay there. Sure can Soefie! Don't worry k!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alright going off to Gekling snr's bday party later. Can't wait. Shall have smth constructive to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-113963685104140435?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113963685104140435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=113963685104140435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/113963685104140435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/113963685104140435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/02/turning-another-corner.html' title='turning another corner'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-113898449588235259</id><published>2006-02-04T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T00:34:55.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling wanted?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We're all stuck with this feeling of wanting to feel wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like a mother who rushes to her crying infant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A brother who protects her sister against the rogues,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And the friend who rushes to her aid when her name is mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I guess that's not so much feeling wanted as feeling needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We put on a mask, we hide behind that shadowed screen and pretend that nothing affects us, nothing puts us up on that high pedestal and nothing sinks us lower than the deepest sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why? Survivors we are, we claim. But who are the real survivors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The ones who come to terms with who they are, with what they feel...or the ones who hide from this harsh reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay sorry for that bit of nonsense up there. Just feeling a little philosophical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Got inspired after reading this sms that my friend replied to after I sent her a msg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But anyway, I just wanna say that I love TOUCH RUGBY!! Yay. It's so fun man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The seniors are such nice people and the training isn't all that tough as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't believe I'm finally getting the hang of the game. I may turn pro soon. (in about 10 years or so, perhaps.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But no, seriously, I really like the people there and the friendliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I don't wanna leave TJ! But with the O's release next week, I really don't know what's gonna happen. Let's just stay postive for now yea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh and the bloody rumour. I'm sure everyone knows about it by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I refuse to believe it! So there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh and I went to watch memoirs of a geisha with my class last week. Missed the first few minutes, and I didn't think the movie was all that great, though my dear friend cried at the last scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I believe I'm an emotional as a rock. Or no, not as emotional as a rock but as a stream that hides itself behind a rock. Get it? Ugh I don't know what's with all my literary terms today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Inspired by lit class and Mr Rajesh's open discussions. He is such a good teacher! I really enjoy his lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh yea which reminds me of Mr Hassim. Apparently he wears the same shirt twice. Like, he doesn't change his shirt every day but every other day. And Sabs was in denial! I'm afraid she'll just HAVE to come to terms with it. He's a little unhygienic, but love can deal with a little dirt eh? Muahahaha. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I believe the world has gotten enough of my crap for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Adios. &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/8275078-113898449588235259?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113898449588235259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=113898449588235259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/113898449588235259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/113898449588235259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/02/feeling-wanted.html' title='Feeling wanted?'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-113794390774303299</id><published>2006-01-22T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:35:19.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cycle of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;K guess what...it's back to the drudgery of school life. Muahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What I mean by this of course, is that there's homework once again, and that basically makes up most of the drudgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No more slacking around during lectures and tutorials. All the lessons have officially started! The intro turorials were cool....especially lit. Our lit tutor made us pair up with another person in the class that we didn't talk to often and find out interesting details about the person. Aha I was working with Yee Kai and found out some kinky stuff about him! Lol it was really fun. Got to know him much better and we saw everyone in a different light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And our history lecturer is oh so sophisticated! *gushes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The way he talks is so elegant and his voice is so soothing. Ahh he has a great nose too. Really refined. Lol. I sound insane yea. But no, don't worry, I am not madly in love with him and at the point of being suicidal if he doesn't notice me. Just my EYECANDY that's all. Weehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh and I love my class! We're SUCH an opinionated bunch...really, I've never met such a group of people who have so many ideas and so many views to share. I love it. It's like the kind of class I always pictured having, with everyone talking freely and discussing controversial topics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our last Civics session was one of these times! Boy, was there tension. I could feel it hanging in the air cos some ppl didn't agree with certain views. But it was so interesting! I think I'm sadistic. But who cares. I'm glad I can see humour in the darker side of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh and I joined touch rugby! Yay. I am so not a sports person but somehow I decided to join it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wanted to move away from a certain stigma that people had when I was in red cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And the game is really fun too, though I'm err....still not quite sure how to play it. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The sprinting part of training is horrible though. My thighs ache like hell after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yea and I went for Talentime yesterday. Saw all the juniors again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It felt kinda weird that we were like so out of their circle. But I was glad that we could be there to support them...there was only a pathetic 3 of us and later 4 after shaz joined us. Our school didn't win...but u guys did a great job! I can really see the effort all of you put into it. And I'm sure everyone had a great time, yea? Honestly, I really think the drama was good. You guys should've been top three. Oh well, too bad I wasn't the judge then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then after Talentime we went for dinner at JP! That was so fun! We were lame-ing and crapping about everything. And we played lotsa lame games! Yayy. So fun. I discovered lotsa new stuff. Shall play the games with fellow TJC-ians when we're free. And I was the only one who knew the Open-Close game! Haha. That was really fun la. I enjoyed it. And coffee at Coffee Bean as well. Weee. Love my squadmates to bits. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alright so today all I did was stay at home, sleep, watch tv and complete some homework. So guai rite? I can't believe I'm actually doing homework again. And that I actually know how to do homework. Maths tutorial was pretty hard but history somehow flows easily. I have no idea why. I'm not saying my essay was great or anything but I just found it so much easier to do. Oh well. I guess its true what they say about finding work that you enjoy and you'll never have to work a day in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh yeah I almost forgot! I went to watch Cheaper By the Dozen 2 with aunt, cousin and sis on Friday. It was a great movie! It had a bit of everything....humour, romance. It was a typical feel-good family show. I enjoyed the first one and the second one was just as good. But I think the first one was funnier....I remember laughing more. Haha. And Hilary Duff is so SKINNY! She looks like a hollowed out skeleton. Her eyes have like dark circles under them, and I'm not sure if it's make up or if they're just like that. So freaky. I mean losing weight is alright I guess but I think she went over the top with it. Sigh. Being skinny is too important these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay, this has been a pretty long entry. I have school tmr! Wake up early early again. Damn. Soon I'll have to make another big decison. &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/8275078-113794390774303299?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113794390774303299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=113794390774303299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/113794390774303299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/113794390774303299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/01/cycle-of-life.html' title='cycle of life'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-113688557144209091</id><published>2006-01-10T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:32:51.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation rocked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yay. Orientation was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More fun than I had expected. The mass dance at suntec was super duper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And O night was like woohoo! We were jumping up and down like as if we were in a rock concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The wet games were great as well. We weren't wet by the end of the thing so they told us to go to the showers and wet ourselves. I totally drenched myself! Weee. And I discovered that my fourth toe was bleeding, cos I was barefooted I think. Ouch. But its all better now. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And my clan, Zenith...we won! That was such an awesome feeling, especially since we were the last earlier on in the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I think my class rocks. CG 33 u rule! We are such a hyper and crazy lot. I love us. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Made lotsa frens so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmm. But I din go to school on Monday cos I had this stupid fever that made me all cold and well...cold. haha. But apparently school was boring on Monday. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay I know this is such a short entry especially since I haven't blogged in such a long time, but I'm just a lazy bones la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Back to school tmr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And Happy Hari Raya Haji to all muslims out there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ciao.&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/8275078-113688557144209091?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113688557144209091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=113688557144209091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/113688557144209091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/113688557144209091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2006/01/orientation-rocked.html' title='Orientation rocked!'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-113394730184349680</id><published>2005-12-07T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T20:33:07.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yay I shall finally start blogging about my trip to Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;I just came back a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;It was great! The first time I've been on a holiday that's not with family and not with school.&lt;br /&gt;Okay technically there's family cos there's my sis but that's not really counted is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in bangkok at about 6 i think. Then we got a taxi to our hotel (New World Lodge Hotel) that we later found out cost us a bomb. Apparently cos its bigger but actually there wasnn't much difference. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Then we checked in and found out that the hotel was tucked in the inner depths of Bangkok, in some street that's quite deserted. But the room was nice and pretty spacious.&lt;br /&gt;Me, my sis and Azlina shared one room while Carol and Dominic shared the other room (no, they're not a couple).&lt;br /&gt;After that we went out for dinner somewhere near our hotel. It was this little eating place that ripped us off with their chicken tikka. It was actually just a pathetic barbequed chicken leg that wasn't even cooked properly. But the vegetables were good, yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;Then I can't remember what we did after that. Must have walked around a bit then gone back to the hotel for a shut-eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed our stuffs then got ready to venture off to Pattaya. We took a taxi to the bus terminal then a bus ride to Pattaya which was surprisingly short.&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel was called Beverly Plaza Hotel and this one was quite central. They had a swimming pool which will become the highlight later on. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;The room was a little smaller and to our amazement, they only had one control for the aircon! So we couldn't adjust the temperature whenever we wanted, we actually had to call housekeeping to ask them to modify the temperature. How weird is that? "Wait 20 minute then cold.."&lt;br /&gt;Okay then it was time for lunch. Where did we have lunch? Oh yeah, it was at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;Since me my sis and Azi needed halal food we had to settle for fast food in the end cos everywhere else was selling pork. It was pretty good, but we discovered that the beach was quite disappointing. It was dirty and small and over-populated. Hehe. So no beach sports in the end.&lt;br /&gt;However, we did quite a bit of shopping along the streets of Pattaya. It was mainly lingerie shopping. And poor Dominic was sitting in one corner with nothing better to do. We took a great shot of him sitting forlornly in one corner. Haha. Oh yeah, and we also bought slippers, cheap slippers. Then again, everything was cheap.&lt;br /&gt;Okay then after shopping back to the hotel for a bit of drinking. Oh, not us of course, but Carole and Dominic.&lt;br /&gt;Carole got a little drunk but apparently there were major effects on her. Lol. Dominic, who was sharing the same room with her, got scared and moved to the opposite corner of the room.&lt;br /&gt;That was amusing and weird at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;C was going crazy, delirious, and she was laughing at everything. She wanted to do yoga too, but well, Dominic stopped her. Poor guy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay after that VERY eventful night, it was back to our rooms for a good night's rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala, I'm getting lazy. So shall summarise everything.&lt;br /&gt;What did we do on third day? Oh nothhing much as I recall. We woke up and lazed around after breakfast in front of the tv watching &lt;em&gt;Cocktail &lt;/em&gt;with Tom Cruise as the star. He was kissing and sleeping with so many girls. But he's so cute, who can resist him rite? :)&lt;br /&gt;Then after staring at the guidebooks and maps for a while, we finally decided to go to the Ripleys Believe it or Not museum. It was so cool! There was the 4D movie, the museum itself, the Infinity Maze and finally the Haunted Adventure.&lt;br /&gt;I think the haunted one was the most memorable, with Dominic in the lead and trying to punch out any potential ghosts. Lol, I'm glad he didn't get anyone or we would have been possibly slapped with a lawsuit. It was nerve-wrecking and funny at the same time, I didn't know whether to laugh or to scream. The guy with the chainsaw was the one that scared me the most cos I was at the back and he was coming after me. With a chainsaw that sounded amazingly real. Then after that we took pictures with the ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;It was really funny cos we were actually CHOOSING our ghosts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And then the person told us that one of the ghosts was using the toilet. HAHAHA! Oh my god, how lame is that.&lt;br /&gt;So in the end we just called two of the ghosts at the counter to come take shots with us.&lt;br /&gt;That was a good one, I think we all had a great time at the museum.&lt;br /&gt;After that according to kakak, she got sick. THen we went back to the hotel to rest.&lt;br /&gt;Azi and Carole wanted to go for a swim but in the end we decided to go have dinner first.&lt;br /&gt;We walked around a bit and found this Middle Eastern place to eat. The food was great! I think that was our best meal while we were there, other than the room service which we had later on. This time there was REAL chicken tikka. There was also tom yum soup of course, and some lamb meat thing. We also had vegetable soup. All in all I enjoyed that meal.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around a bit and came across Boys Town and some other sleazy places.&lt;br /&gt;There was this red light area where Dominic was hugely popular. All the girls were calling out to him. That was so funny. It was cool witnessing the night life there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I forgot to mention that there were Caucasian men with Thai girls everywhere we went. The place was a sleaze fest. And it must be awkward with these couples cos they just sit staring at each other, not saying anything, hardly communicating.&lt;br /&gt;Oh right then we went back to the hotel and we were all looking forward to seeing Carole in her bikini (especially Dominic of course) but to our dsappointment, the pool was closed.&lt;br /&gt;Awww. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;So went back, bathed and slept. Oh and I think we watched Mean Girls or something.&lt;br /&gt;And I stayed awake to watch Beauty Shop.&lt;br /&gt;Yay, that hotel had good movies. I like. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed up once again and left Pattaya.&lt;br /&gt;We had a little trouble with the taxi fares at first but in the end everything was settled.&lt;br /&gt;We were back at New World Lodge Hotel. We checked in of course, then went to Prattunam.&lt;br /&gt;Prattunam is this shopping area. We went there via skytrain.&lt;br /&gt;We went into MBK (Ma Boon Khong) centre for shopping. It was alright I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I bought 3 pretty pillows! yay. the colours are delightful. I love them. The purple one's for my aunty. She'll be delighted i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then at night we went to Patpong while kakak stayed in the hotel cos she was sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Poor thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We went to the market there and met this funny aunty. She kept referring to herself as "Mummy" and went like "mummy try for you". Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She tried to matchmake me too. She asked me how old I was and when I told her, she was like telling me that her son is 24 and working in another shop or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haha. Mummy likes me for some reason. So funny. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After patpong we went back and hmm what did we do? Nothing much I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wait wait i think something is messed up. We didn't go to patpong on the fourth day, i think that was on the third day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On the fourth day we went for a massage while Carole rebonded her hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Agrrhhh my mind is broken into fragments. Nevermind lah im too lazy to change it all now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So we went for a massage at this posh looking place and while they all went for oil body massage i went for a foot massage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The foot massage was like foot AND leg massage. It was really nice. Some points it was ticklish but i controlled myself. Haha. Then at the end, surprisingly, she massaged my neck and head as well. How lovely. There was tea as well. The ambience of the place was nice, dark and soothing music in the background. I want to go again! *pouts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fifth day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We were all set for this trip from the start. Especially Azi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We were off to the Chatuchak market which was HUGE. And i mean really huge cos u need to use a map to find your way around or else you'd just find yourself lost amongst things that you don't want like plants and pets accessories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's a shopping haven for people who want cheap goods and don't mind the stuffiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We bought lots of stuffs there, including a nice black shirt and a pretty diary for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh and we saw these 20 baht earrings and went for it. Yeah! It was vulture time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I found two pretty ones and bought them while azi and carole bought three or four each i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dominic's shopping was mainly for t-shirts and dvds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh yeah i fogot to add that i bought cds too. From one of those shopping places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Simple Plan and Green Day. Yay. I've wanted those albums for a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I thinkwe got it from Patpong. Carole got Shakira and Destiny's Child. We plan to swap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah so after Chatuchak we went back to hotel. Everyone was burned out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The three of us ordered room service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THat's when we tried the delicious fried banana ice cream! Mmmm. yum. I want to eat that again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And the sweet and sour fish was really good too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After that kakak stayed in the room while we all went to Khao San Road. Dominic and Carole ate dinner while we talked about intellectual stuffs. Like the working world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then we went to find Birkenstock slippers (again) for Azi. Haha. We nicknamed her the Birks girl because every shopping place we went she was hunting for those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was so funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then just after she bought that, it started to rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;First time we were experiencing Thai rain! So we huddled in the shelter for a while until the rain stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A cute ang moh guy passed by us and when he caught me smiling at him, he raised his arms in a "Woohoo!" Haha. He was all wet. Aww, too bad I didn't get to talk to him. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then after that we made our way back to the hotel and despite all our plans to party the night away since it was the last night, we fell asleep. We were exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sixth day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Time to go home! It was our last day in the hotel and we had breakfast first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh yeah there was a new tradition that after breakfast would be time to 'bomb'. Haha. private joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then we packed all our stuffs and left for the airport. We found out that we got ripped off by the taxi driver when we reached the airport later. Oh well, nevermind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh my gosh! I almost forgot. We went to the floating market on the, err, 4thday i think. See my mind is not working in sequence again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay actually we just took the Chao Phraya River Express which was a boat ride. We were told that there would be a floating market but there ended up being only a few boats. Sigh. And we we were supposed to feed the fishes but ended up looking at them from afar. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then the guy who was driving us just dropped us off at some random market when we complained to him that we were not getting what we paid for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The market just sold fruits and vegetables! Lol. Azi bought oranges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then we went back on the boat and on to Prattunam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ya, so back to 6th day, where was i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah we met at the airport then took our plane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yay, mixed feelings when we arrived back in SIngapore. Happy but sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then we ate lunch at the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me and sis had chicken rice while Azi had soto ayam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then cabbed home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So that was that then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;K actually there's a lot more details but I'm too lazy to type anymore. So I'm publishing this for now.&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/8275078-113394730184349680?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113394730184349680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=113394730184349680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/113394730184349680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/113394730184349680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2005/12/thailand.html' title='Thailand'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-113315483532572915</id><published>2005-11-28T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T13:13:55.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relieved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Okay, you know wad, prom is over. And so is PAE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Prom night was like ok, here we go, it's all exciting but the next thing you know it's all over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Like whatever you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And i fell asleep on sat cos i was feeling dizzy and stuff and forgot all about PAE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Woke up at 4.30 and to my horror realised that I missed the registration period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So rushed down to MOE in a cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The officer had gone home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And i was moping around the whole weekend because of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Turns out its no big deal. Went there today and got everything settled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What a sham. The stupid line in the book says, "Registration or application after the period is strictly not allowed." Scared me half to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm such a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Prom went by too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sure, we danced like mad idiots, and i puked on my way home, but still, it went by too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I felt like I wasted all that time and money for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I guess I have the pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm glad I took lots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yay. &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/8275078-113315483532572915?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113315483532572915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=113315483532572915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/113315483532572915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/113315483532572915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2005/11/relieved.html' title='relieved'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-113275903959804242</id><published>2005-11-24T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T23:23:12.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ok. wow. i FINALLY bought all my prom stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and that includes my dress, shoes, bag and accessories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am SO proud of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was DECISIVE today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh and you know wad, both me and shazie met again this morning before the briefing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Haha, after last night, i tot i would never see her again. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Turns out i'm wrong. We were both late!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But turns out she woke up at 9.10 and had to cab down. I woke up at 8.20 and took a bus. Which explains y we reached school at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And then, after that went home. Rested for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then i got depressed about prom. I tell you, i'm insane...but I shall not elaborate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then started out for the malls AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But as i said,this time i was more decisive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And you know what? Bumped into shazie again and again. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Shazie, this is the conclusion I've come to: We're fated to be together! hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh the bus trip home was HORRIBLE. I mean it, HORRIBLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I found two lovely seats, one to place all my lovely shopping bags and another to place my lovely bum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then a whole horde of ppl started coming into the bus at one stop and made me feel guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;At first I was like, who cares right, ppl should understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then later as the bus continued to fill, my conscience won. I cramped all the shopping bags into my corner, a few on the floor, my packed dinner and Coke on my lap and my dress shopping bag cosily tucked near my armpit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How delightful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And for some reason, I was freezing in the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Must have been the cold coke and the lack of movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My eyes were begging for sleep too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh well, when I finally got off the bus(can't tell you what a chore getting OFF the bus was), it was a huge relief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And yet now I'm still not sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;what an ass you are, sakina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but i still love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Muahaha. EGOness yes i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tata. :)&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/8275078-113275903959804242?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113275903959804242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=113275903959804242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/113275903959804242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/113275903959804242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally_23.html' title='FINALLY!'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-113255492062569743</id><published>2005-11-22T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:39:07.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O's are finally over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yippee! I never thought I'd say that soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Seems like I've been waiting for years. Oh wait, maybe I have. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay, I think after my O's I had the most fun time ever celebrating. Usually I would be begging people to go out with me somewhere after exams and then finally I'd just go straight home and be bored. But this time it was different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went to watch &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HARRY POTTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm telling everyone now, you should go watch it. Although they cut out a HUGE number of scenes from the book, the movie's really good because of the director's interpretation of certain events. Some parts are more dramatic than I myself had imagined. Good on him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went to watch it with yingtse, yiyuan, vithiya and mingtse(yingtse's sis). I've never been out with them to watch a movie before, but it was pretty cool. Oh yea, which reminds me of our bus trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me, yingtse and vithiya were standing on one side and yiyuan the other. Ok, actually I was kinda in the middle. And there was this guy right in the middle of the circle who was like trapped. In our giggles and ridiculous rantings. I realised that at first but I didn't say anything of course, then yiyuan sent me a message saying how weird he must feel. And i was passing round the message, and to my surprise, the guy was trying to get a peek at it!!! Subtly of course, but yiyuan confirmed my suspicions when she said she noticed it too. Absolutely hilarious. It's as if he's not interested but actually is. He was pretty cute too. Too bad he was way older than us and we were in our school uniforms. Darn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alright, so the movie was great, and it was about 10 by the time it was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vithiya, yingste and mingtse had chauffeurs to bring them home(the lucky girls!) so me and yiyuan made our way home together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We wanted to look for some dinner since we hadn't eaten anything other than popcorn and coke but to our dismay, the shops were all pretty much closed in orchard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So we decided to go to clementi and look for food. No surprise there, all the coffeeshops were closed and we ended up in macs. AGAIN! Well at least again for me because I had already eaten macs for lunch. We history girls had ordered macs for lunch from school that day. So here we went again, me loading up on calories at about half an hour to midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So we sat in the fast food restaurant, sitting and talking, playing with our &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Meal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; toys( we decided to buy Happy Meal because...er...it was cheap? Actually I can't rmb why). But we had a really great conversation and we talked about our families and stuff. So call me yiyuan, when you're going to that sperm bank alright? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So that was Friday. It was wonderful, and I slept like a baby that night. On Sunday, which was yesterday, I went shopping for a prom dress with my sis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God, I am SO &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;fickle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We went round for a few hours and by the end of the day I still couldn't decide what to buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So i asked my sister sheepishly, "Can I sleep on it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To my relief, she was like yes you can. I think she was desperate to go home cos we were both tired out. Haha. So seems like I'm going shopping again on wednesday to get that dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't really know what's the big deal about prom night actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alright, so we all get dressed up, but so what? I bet it would be no big deal after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna make a big deal out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So there i go, being all fickle again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I shall blog again soon, now that I'm &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBERATED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ciao.&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/8275078-113255492062569743?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/113255492062569743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=113255492062569743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/113255492062569743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/113255492062569743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2005/11/os-are-finally-over.html' title='O&apos;s are finally over!'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-112627317469822528</id><published>2005-09-10T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T21:44:08.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>september holiday a.k.a. study week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well i decided to blog for the simple reason that my blog is outdated. TOO outdated.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so maybe im bored as well.&lt;br /&gt;Alright the week did NOT start out well for me. I came down with a stupid fever that was like damn persistent. It started on Saturday and stayed with me, until like Tuesday i think.&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided that if i didn't get antibiotics i might die (or at least be dead for the prelim exams) cos obviously when i was sick i couldn't study. That's why i went to see the lovely doctor on monday who prescribed me with antibiotics. Oh i love the sweet sweet doc.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and then now i'm so-called recovered.&lt;br /&gt;But i am like not studying hard. Screw me. I've been slacking a lot. Naughty girl.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, i dunno why, it's just like i dun feel the urgency to study or smth.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i do but i'm just too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I will like study for an hour...then watch tv for an hour. That sucks, right?&lt;br /&gt;Plus i'm bored. Bored with my life. La-dee-da. Like who ever heard of studying your life away while everyone else is having fun?&lt;br /&gt;I'm always alone at home these days. Everyone's working, and my sis works, then goes out with her friend...and lalala i'm stuck in a rut.&lt;br /&gt;I need motivation and constant guidance.&lt;br /&gt;Well there's one thing i can be proud of though. I did all the lit notes! Yeah! I actually finished both AVFTB and BSD. Yay i rock. See Yin zhen, it's possible. Don't challenge me lah. I always win. Hehe. jk...jk... (:&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, here i am whining about my screwed up hols when i should be studying.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so u see wad i mean.&lt;br /&gt;The computer is a distraction that's only second to the television.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;I rock. I rule. I dominate the school.&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever. Oh yeah did i forget to mention that i was turning a little psycho?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this crazy girl is buzzing off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People Always Told Me Be Careful Of What You Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And Don't Go Around Breaking Young Girls' Hearts~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-112627317469822528?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/112627317469822528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=112627317469822528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/112627317469822528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/112627317469822528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2005/09/september-holiday-aka-study-week.html' title='september holiday a.k.a. study week'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-112237177770968893</id><published>2005-07-27T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T17:56:17.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHYSICALLY FIT (i want to move it move it...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yay...today went running wif namira, syimah, yi yuan and vithiya. so fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we went to try the mini so-called gym near the canal. hmm. not bad lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;considering its free too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then namira was saying that all the happy hormones have been released. haha. yah. feeling quite cheerful now. but i STINK. *sniffs* busuknye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yeah then today after school had freaking emaths mock paper lah. i din noe how to do quite a few questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and oh yah. hasyimah was like irritating and bullying me the whole day today lah. *sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i feel bullied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well okay so maybe i bullied her a little too. with the butt thing. haha. but it WAS funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i shall not put the story here tho. supposed to keep it a secret. oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then i heard about wad happen to one of me sqdmates. Oh man. poor girl. just wanna hold her now and tell her i will be there for her no matter what. ugh it hurts just knowing how much pain she muz b going thru right now. i can only imagine. )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;aye. a lot of commotion going on with rc right now. din really noe about it until today. so sad tho. i mean...doesn't it show concern?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haiz whatever lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay i am going to continue being a lot more hardworking from now on. i promise myself that i won't spend my time doing unnecessary things. unless i need a break. YES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so yarh i shall end my post here today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PRELIMS ARE NEARING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-112237177770968893?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/112237177770968893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=112237177770968893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/112237177770968893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/112237177770968893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2005/07/physically-fit-i-want-to-move-it-move.html' title='PHYSICALLY FIT (i want to move it move it...)'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-112031599176693380</id><published>2005-07-03T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:08:09.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok there's been so many things happening lately that i really dunno where to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think i won't talk about poc anymore since that's already long gone n in doo's and shazie's blogs there's enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shall recap about chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok lets see i only arrived at the chalet around 6 cos i had to go for the bloody amaths camp which was like mentally torturous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and when i got there they were about to start the water bomb game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok well....we ran around a lot and made a lot of noise. and we collected the most water bombs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and apparently some ppl are really so competitive that they get rough when they want to steal water bombs. kinda scary really. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;k anyway we did the passing down thingy and talked to our erm... successors? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then finally everyone else went off and we started our bday bash not long after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh man it was truly awesome! it's a great feeling to be giving presents and receiving them with the friends u love most! and im not being corny either...its true. it was really fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and we like sang a 'happy birthday to us' song so loudly crescentian style. the family beside us so cute, actually wished us a happy birthday. hehe. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and then i realised that i was cheated. my present was from yueqi. like OK lor. yq and shaz i give it to u, u r such good actresses. BRAVO! hee. thanks doo i really like the pencil case. its currently rocking my tabletop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then after burfdae bash we sent beng and ning off. then went cheers and bought lots and lots of mineral water. haha. we were THIRSTY ok. like not enuf drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then after that sent na'imah off. and her father must have thought we were insane cos we kept waving incessantly till he drove off. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then after that went back to the chalet and started taking turns to bathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i read what the sec. 3s wrote on the balloon. NO COMMENTS. not here anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then i caught jh in a wonderfully sexy pose and i asked zx to take a pic of her. and woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jh rose to the occasion wonderfully. she gave a seductive look that would qualify for FHM. go froggie! we will support u in ur modelling career. all the way gurl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then we started playing UNO. and wonderful Tiffy suggested that the loser do a forfeit. Hoho, and three guesses who lost. But in the end we forgot abt it i think. Too bad. Maybe we can get her to do smth for us some other time. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh then hasyimah went off to see her cousin and she came back telling us that he wanted to check that we were all girls. Haha can see how much trust her parents have in her. Oh well. But apparently he was quite shy cos he just took a few steps in and went out again. Ooo. Act polite lah. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then in the middle of the nite we all felt a sudden urge for cup noodles. And we intelligently chose tom yam flavour(most of us anyway). Hasyimah bought it for us and we made our way down to fill our bowls with hot water. It was like a 3am meal lah. Haha. And our lips were all swollen and red after that cos the tom yam was damn hot. Hehe yq esp had luscious lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then went back to our oom and turned on the tv. we started watching some reality tv show about makeovers which i wasn't really paying attention to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then we watched Swan and commented on every single thing. Esp about how we won't go through so much pain just to look good. But they really looked much prettier after the makeover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After that we finally decided to sleep. Hasyimah started singing beautiffulll songs with her looveellyy voice. and i shut yq up when she tried to make plans for the next day. politely of course. heh. cos i was like erm, tired? a whole day of amaths is not xactly energizing. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i slept beside zx and she claimed that if she turned right she would smell wood and if she turned left she would smell me. I was like hey, wat's wrong wif how i smell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and she was like, eh, i'd rather not take the risk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BISH. bad zx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so she ended up sleeping flat on her back and i slept sideways so there will be more room. not bad lah. slept pretty well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then around 6 plus my alarm rang and i was so afraid it would wake everyone up. but shld have known that my squadmates are piggies. haha. all slept soundly through the alarm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then in the morning we just bummed around talking a lot. talked about how we would come back at the end of the year and do more things. stay longer. have more fun. it just all ended too fast. and not just the chalet. a lot of things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we were trying to decide whether to abode by the checking out time or just fake that we din noe the time and stay ard longer. in the end we were out pretty early. ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and we realised that we could habve stayed longer cos all we needed to do was drop the key in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;like wth rite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then we went macs for breakfast. or rather wad was left of it. enz and zx had to eat lunch meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we stayed at macs for a long time, conquering two tables. reminiscing. joking. realising interesting habits of how my sqmates eat burgers. hah. great memories i'm gonna have for a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we started taking pictures and we got creative too. like abstract pics. wif heads getting smaller and smaller. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then we finally separated at the mrt. 4 of us went off at bugis to catch mr and mrs smith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it was ok i guess. pretty cool. mainly eye candy and gun shots. yep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;("ask the sex qtn again." 10.) yeah only those who watched it will get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok i shall blog about other stuff that happened some other time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this has been my longest blog ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ciao~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-112031599176693380?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/112031599176693380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=112031599176693380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/112031599176693380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/112031599176693380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2005/07/chalet.html' title='Chalet'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-111815743372174872</id><published>2005-06-08T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T23:22:31.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so rocking; (=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fine. i shall update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;or soefie will say my blog is sian. hmph. mean woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hah. today was damn funny lah. wonderful ah doo brought us to the wrong road and we walked and walked and finally decided it was the wrong way. the smart ppl who came with us took a bus back one stop and went to orange grove road instead of following us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but to doo's credit at least she brought us to the correct area. Not to Tanglin there at the beginning of Orchard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So yarh anyway we asked some ppl for directions and walked back. The sun was freaking hot lah. So glad when finally reached there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then all of us were waiting for jayashri to arrive cos she had the tickets...haha. When she came everybody came after her. New celebrity lah. Heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The talk was well, interesting at first....then as he went on and on i had difficulty keeping my eyes open. I realised that i had a headache and it was annoying me. I tried to concentrate but my mind kept floating away to something else. But he made a lot of sense i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The guy asking the qtn about the American-Chinese style of writing thing was rather annoying. He couldn't just shut up and listen to his answer but insisted that he was right. What's the point of asking a question if u're not prepared to listen to the other person's point of view? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh well. Mrs Rupa's question was good though. She sounded so pro on the mike. As usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then after the seminar went to have lunch. I was the only one among them who din have lessons. Hehe. They were like super late. Only left there at 1.30. And their lesson starts at 1.30. Muahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes i wish we can orb. Like Paige. And Leo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So yarh. Came home and slept, trying to get rid of my headache but when i woke up it was still there. Ugh. Annoyance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So took panadol and walked slowly and sat in the dark for a while before my mother came to the hall and asked why no lights were on when it was almost maghrib. Haha. Told her y but she still turned on the lights anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok shall go back to doing lit essay now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Soefie say my enthusiasm inspires her but she still doesn't wanna do. Not that inspiring after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ciao~&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/8275078-111815743372174872?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/111815743372174872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=111815743372174872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/111815743372174872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/111815743372174872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-rocking.html' title='so rocking; (='/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-111762968481033544</id><published>2005-06-01T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:41:24.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i discovered that i lost my calculator. boohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;first time i lost my calculator lah. but my other one was spoiled b4 i think. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so now using my sis's calculator and like so NOT liking it. but beggars can't be choosers. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So anyway, today i have been like totally slacking. Uh huh. okay well maybe not totally. i did some house chores but that's only an xcuse so that i dun have to touch my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;did maths and feel dumb cos i dunno how to do some questions. ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;some of my answers dun tally with the ones at the back. dun care lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yest went running at the track. realised that my face was red at the end of it. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i was attracting stares from ppl at the track for some reason. is it weird for a teenage girl to be running at a track? hmmm. oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tmr there's school. at least i will wake up early and do something useful. will see frens. yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i sound like a spastic kid. yep i do. no offence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kays kays. byee~&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/8275078-111762968481033544?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/111762968481033544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=111762968481033544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/111762968481033544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/111762968481033544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-discovered-that-i-lost-my-calculator.html' title=''/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-111746617048436137</id><published>2005-05-31T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:39:34.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crushed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yay i finished my paper 1 and 2 of my malay o level paper today. Feel so happy. So relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went to watch monster-in-law with my sis then ate mee poh that i was craving for. Delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The show was really good too. Not as cliche as i expected. But jlo is like always acting in the same kind of role. The poor Latin girl who finds her knight in shining armour. Oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then came home and have been slacking until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Watch tv, chat, download songs, watch tv again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Decided to give myself a break today. I deserve it right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tmr shall continue with the amaths homework that i just started. I haven started on emaths lah and ppl like zx is on her way to finishing. siao. HMPF(privaate joke). ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kays i think i'm a seriously disturbed person with a screwed family. i'm so confused. is it just me or are my suspicions true? I dun want to care but i do, i really do. I feel so hurt and bewildered at the same time. I'm in this kind of weird dilemma and i dunno wad to do. Help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~crushed. n i can't handle all this anymore.~&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/8275078-111746617048436137?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/111746617048436137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=111746617048436137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/111746617048436137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/111746617048436137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2005/05/crushed.html' title='crushed'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-111625540690121329</id><published>2005-05-17T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:40:54.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FINALLY decided to start blogging again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok recaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;on sat i went town to meet Tiffy cos poor girl was so depressed that she had to do CIP alone. K not really alone lah but wif very few ppl. Haha. So i helped her out for one hour. So many nonchalant ppl in town. Can't blame them though. Yeah. Who can blame them? SO many ppl these days asking for donations. The govt should just help out more. Uh huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then we went to watch movie....Guess who. Pretty nice lah. Got Ashton Kutcher. Hehe. light-hearted and warm and fuzzy show. Lots of laughs. Nice sweet popcorn that we shared. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then we went window shopping. Tiff made me try on all the shoes cos i was wearing sandals and she was wearing school shoes. Tsk. Then tried on prom dresses. Haha. So fun. Whee. My first date with Tiffy. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;K yesterday had a lot of homey instincts. Cooked lunch and dinner. Then folded clothes. At night felt like baking cookies. They turned out nice accdg to everyone who tried it...yay! Haha. Oh but folding clothes wasn't my idea though. Got nagged into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now everyday got intensive MT. Wateva lor. Pretty boring lah. Too many hours of the same subject. The Chinese ppl always seem to have so much to do and i'm always strolling in while they are still hard at work. poor guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today got back MT and EL papers. Not bad lah. But i failed my compre badly lah. Thank god for summary. Phew. Saved me. Yeah so these two papers were fine. Scared of the ones coming though. I think i'm like totally screwed for chem. All the answers were unfamiliar and really DISGUSTING. I dunno why i tot of that word but it just is. Chem disgusts me. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today went out with a few of me squadmates and ate at Sakura at Far East. I felt bloated like some pig after that. Haha. But the food was good though. Dunno when we going Seoul Garden. Seems like everyday is out. Oh ya, then me and Tiff bought these shiny, dangly earrings that were 3 for 12 bucks. SO nice! Just tried them and they're really pretty. Looks too nice to wear on normal outings tho. Wait for special occasion. Yep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kay...so i'm not looking forward to another morning of intensive MT and then checking papers the rest of the day. Pukey. Someone not going schl. Hmph. Unfair. Oh well. This is the life of a sec. 4 kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~ciao~&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/8275078-111625540690121329?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/111625540690121329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=111625540690121329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/111625540690121329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/111625540690121329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2005/05/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah blah blah'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-111176231335786941</id><published>2005-03-26T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:43:05.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crezawards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wow. Crezawards was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I guess its just better when u take part in it.&lt;br /&gt;Everything and everyone was just so great.&lt;br /&gt;And our performance was so fast. It was like crezawards had just started and we were on already.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess its better that way. No suspense.&lt;br /&gt;Then just as the dance started i heard my frens cheering so loudly for me GO SAKINA! Awww. I felt so happy to hear that. I think it was sham, mira, soef, shob and jayashri if im not wrong. Thanks all of u. ((:&lt;br /&gt;I was having a great time on stage. Haha. Could see cikgu and her husband and she was smiling happily. As usual. ((: She's such a sweetheart. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Then at the end of the performance we went down and we all hugged and everyone was telling us that we were great.&lt;br /&gt;And apparently im a good dancer. Hmmm??? Mira was like saying that she was cursing my squadmates cos im at the corner when i shld be in front. Hahahaha. Thanks darling. I beg to differ though. ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And during the interval the sec. 1s gave me a rose. They r so sweet. Bernice was like smiling sweetly when she gave it to me. Hehe. Thanks for the rose yarh. It smells good. And like apple according to zhixin. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;Then saw ms azlin and wanted to talk to her and say smth to her but she looked so busy and distraught that i didn't dare say anything. Hehe. My favourite teacher. Luv her to bits.&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched the other performances and I dare say everyone did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;When we saw joyene's group dancing we were like ok...we had fun didn't we? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the time for the results.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to NCC for making a tie with the other dance grp. You guys rock!&lt;br /&gt;Quite disappointed lah. Even though its not all about the winning. But happy with all the support we received. And i just loved the experience. Dazzling.&lt;br /&gt;Could tell syimah was really sad tho. I thought she was simply amazing. Super sporting and lovely lovely singing. Her sister was rocking too. They were a great couple on stage. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Then ended up at the rc room and Mr Lee was like rushing us out of the place. And he made us throw away the rubbish for him. Asking us if we could do him a favour. Ok lor. Like we had a choice. And he was being uber sarcastic to yueqi. Hmph. Meano.&lt;br /&gt;Then me and bengy went down to throw away the huge plastic bags of rubbish and we saw ms azlin. She was like giving me this sad face. How super adorable. I smiled at her. Then we were throwing away the stuff she was like HUH? Why u all throwing away that?&lt;br /&gt;And we gave her the puzzled look. Then she got it. 'Oh, its rubbish, ah?' And I was like yarh... its rubbish. Haha. Think she thought that we were throwing away our costumes or smth. And she said bye and goodnight to us. Love her soooo much. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i forgot to mention that Shaminah was so sporting to have gone up on stage and do that fever thing. Hehe. U go girl! Damn funny lah she.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ya everyone for the support. Bcos of everyone i felt like we really did a great job. *Beams*&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/8275078-111176231335786941?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/111176231335786941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=111176231335786941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/111176231335786941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/111176231335786941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2005/03/crezawards.html' title='Crezawards'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-111116360674828535</id><published>2005-03-19T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:47:27.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one day camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Woah yesterday was truly an eventful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;K started off the day at about 6.30 when i groggily pushed myself out of bed and showered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Managed to reach school in time at ard 7.50. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To start off we sang the red cross song. Again. And again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then we played captain's ball. It was so damn fun lah! I loved that part of the camp manz. Sec 4s won. Hurray for us. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then i went off for amaths lesson. Only 3 of us there lah. Then someone came to join us towards the end of the lesson. That makes four. Haha. It was much shorter than expected. It was supposed to end at 12 but ended at 11.20. Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then went back to camp and joined in the station games. Someone from dance hyperventilated and a few of us went to help her. Glad she was finally alright. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then after that we had outdoor cooking. I think outdoor cooking is really a nice experience. Cooking with your squadmates. You can't really get closer than that ya? It was fun lah...trying to keep the fire alive and we kept dropping the solid fuel inside the drain. Haha. Hope a fire doesn't start in school. x:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then we had interaction. Instead of talking we ended up scolding the sec 1s. So sad. We really didn't want to scold them. Hasyimah was like damn angry lah. But can't blame her also. Sighz. Really hope the sec. 1s try to buck up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then after interaction was firedrill. Which was kind of usual. Had to do a few times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Every time we have to punish them i feel really horrible. Like oh my god do they really deserve this? Sometimes i think they do but sometimes i think they don't. I dunno. Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then after that we had debrief with them and sang the rc song. Dismissal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Talked to the sec. 2s and 3s for a while. The comments weren't very good. Apparently they hadn't bonded. But we tried our best. We will learn from our mistakes. We will change some things. Definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then went back to rc room. Was packing up. I realised that i din noe where was my phone. Wth. So i just casually said that i couldn't find it and u noe....usually when u can't find smth at first u will think that sooner or later if u look hard enuf u will find it. But guess wad? We looked around the whole room and there was no sign of my phone. So sad man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then we kinda discussed the situation and made some calls. No progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Guess i'll just have to wait till Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Beng and Kat brought us lots and lots of food from the bbq. Was gorging myself like some pig. Felt so bad for not going for the bbq. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But i couldn't help it by then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shaminah came and visited us. Then she brought me up to this dark dark place where the 'kidnapped' ppl were hidden. Haha. And Ghariza was asking me for drinks. The poor girl must have been thirsty. But i din have any. Sorry. )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And everyone was so nice to me. &lt;em&gt;Thanks guys&lt;/em&gt;. For your support. &lt;em&gt;I love you loads&lt;/em&gt;. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hope everything turns out fine.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-111116360674828535?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/111116360674828535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=111116360674828535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/111116360674828535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/111116360674828535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2005/03/one-day-camp.html' title='one day camp'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-110960623220285465</id><published>2005-03-01T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T23:57:12.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday i cried</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yesterday i cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;But its ok to pick up the pieces and learn how to fly again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;To &lt;em&gt;learn how to be myself again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yesterday i cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And i knew that something in me was calling for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Certain things must change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yesterday i cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;But today's gonna be a brand new day, rain or shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Maybe its time for me to let the rays in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yesterday i cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;But hey, i'm only human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And its time i &lt;em&gt;learn how to be myself again.~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-110960623220285465?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/110960623220285465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=110960623220285465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110960623220285465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110960623220285465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2005/02/yesterday-i-cried.html' title='Yesterday i cried'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-110960579842778060</id><published>2005-03-01T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:48:47.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;its been a really long time since i've blogged.&lt;br /&gt;finally decided to blog today since officially got no hwk (unofficially got piled up hwk lah...heh).&lt;br /&gt;Its been a rough term.&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of stuff going on and one of the most significant being fd competition.&lt;br /&gt;Well sadly, we din get in. but i guess we all expected it cos no one felt especially disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, we din put in all those long hours of hard work for nothing. I'm pretty sure the whole marching contingent improved tremendously in our footdrill. As hasyi said, footdrill never felt this good. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then of course there was common test which totally sucked. I totally screwed amaths and chem. But accdg to mrs leow chem is all abt common sense. Like wadever lah.&lt;br /&gt;So i guess to her we all dun have common sense then.&lt;br /&gt;well...i suppose that explains a lot. hiahia.&lt;br /&gt;the only results our class received so far is maths d. i did pretty ok for it.&lt;br /&gt;thank god man. if i can't do alright for emaths then other subjects no hope readi.&lt;br /&gt;for one thing amaths is not gg into my l1r5.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya speaking of which today o level results were out. so exciting. i wasn't getting any results and yet i was anxious for those hmt ppl who were getting their results. mira, fifi and hasyi all got distinctions! so did all the higher chinese ppl (zx, yq, enli, jiesi...) so proud of them. smart-asses. (: so much for wanting to drop higher chinese. bleugh. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;then today cikgu was so scary. first time i see her in such a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;she was like scolding the whole class but it was very obvious who she was talking about lah. i din do anything wrong but i still like felt guilty. and there was so much tension. her words are damn piercing lah (courtesy of namira). wah. never seen her in such a bad mood. feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;tmr after schl must stay back for karangan test. shittified. haven done karangan in class for such a long time. gonna have trouble translating words lah. bleugh.&lt;br /&gt;ok lah so late readi. shall go sleep now&lt;br /&gt;nitey nitez. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-110960579842778060?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/110960579842778060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=110960579842778060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110960579842778060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110960579842778060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2005/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-110960580706775862</id><published>2005-02-28T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T23:50:07.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-110960580706775862?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/110960580706775862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=110960580706775862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110960580706775862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110960580706775862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-110640869492038792</id><published>2005-01-22T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:49:58.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woah! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Arghhhh...im back im back after a long long time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haven had the time to blog this past few weeks (or has it been a month?)...been really busy with talentime n school re-opening and everything...yep yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It has been a really really busy 3 weeks so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Already have had like 3 tests. Wow. And there's gonna be tons n tons of tests next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Sobz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh btw we got in for talentime group and duet singing. Jiayou ppl u can win! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;K so anw today had to do CIP, collecting flags. Me, soefie, jiahui and enli went jurong east while yq, beng and shaz went jp. Soefie was being like super siao lah. She was acting like some over-enthusiastic person who never collected flags b4. No offence to her lah. But still a bit weird. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah then after that we went to Bukit Merah Macs and had meeting there and discussed a lot of stuff...i think its like one of the most productive meetings we've had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yarh then sat there and yawned a lot until finally ard like 6 me and sn went off first. And we talked abt a lot of lame shit in the bus. Haha. Crapping like mad. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah well...back to school stuffs...got an upcoming chem test on monday. Kind of studied already lah but nothing went into my head i think. wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh ya...just wanna say that my new favourite teacher is miss azlin. I'm like totally in love with her. Din expect her to be so nice lor...like last time wondering y her classes always cheer like crazy for her. Now i TOTALLY understand y. She ROCKS man. She's freaking cute and funny. Hehe. (: And juz read natania's blog. About miss azlin. I laughed like siao lah. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okayz...i better go do my malay homework now...too many stuffs piling up...and i will be out the whole day tmr...arghhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~bleugh~&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/8275078-110640869492038792?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/110640869492038792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=110640869492038792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110640869492038792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110640869492038792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2005/01/woah.html' title='woah! (:'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-110433550418029708</id><published>2004-12-29T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:52:52.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn tiring day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Woah...it has been a damn tiring day today.&lt;br /&gt;Kay, shall recap.&lt;br /&gt;First we had dance prac in the morning that was supposed to start ard 9, but we ended up starting like way later than that(as usual, of course).&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so we started out at the mini forum then moved to the hall to practice.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the new steps we learned was like so complicated manz. And FAST. Like really fast.&lt;br /&gt;I think we need lots lots more practice yeah ppl? Heh. WE CAN DO IT!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;Then after that went mobil to eat lunch, since we were all practically starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-110433550418029708?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/110433550418029708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=110433550418029708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110433550418029708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110433550418029708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2004/12/damn-tiring-day.html' title='damn tiring day'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-110396850490788797</id><published>2004-12-26T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:55:08.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally got a new phone!!!! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yay guess wad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today i finally got a new phone. So happy. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Turns out my father's phone is way over the contract. So he rugi(lost money) a lot. Singtel getting richer cos of him. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So anyway, my phone same model as Zhixin's- E600C. So cool. Love it manz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But still not used to the sms-ing. I realized the dictionary quite hard to use. So im using just normal ABC typing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesh yesh. *beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh yeah, I'm glad about Zhixin's grandma. She's gonna live for another 1 or 2 years instead of only 3 months. How can the doctors make such a big mistake? Oh well, but they're humans too. Zhixin take care of her ya? And take care of urself too dearie. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah so now i'm in my sister's life science lab in NUS and bored to my wits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So decided to use the comp and blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh ya, update on my homework....erm..not much to update on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Did about half the topics for amaths...still havent finished emaths...arghhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dunt think its gonna b a happy new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But i'll make it happy, nevertheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all Christians out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And a Happy New Year to everyone! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tata.~&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/8275078-110396850490788797?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/110396850490788797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=110396850490788797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110396850490788797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110396850490788797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2004/12/finally-got-new-phone_25.html' title='finally got a new phone!!!! (:'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-110353353661883811</id><published>2004-12-21T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T17:06:46.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heyhey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Awww...school holiday is ending pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;And i don't want it to end!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, i shall not think about that.&lt;br /&gt;I went to my dad's drink stall finally on Saturday night and helped serve drinks.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty fun actually. Hiahia. Now i'm pro at carrying drinks. (:&lt;br /&gt;Then came back in taxi cos my dad ask us to go home first since he was giving a lift to his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. Family should come first wad. =P&lt;br /&gt;So anyways...i have been slacking away for the past whole week and everytime i wanna do something constructive i put it off until later.&lt;br /&gt;Sighz.&lt;br /&gt;But i've been doing a lot of housework lately. Today i swept my room, my bro's room and the kitchen. Yipeee. So proud of myself. =)&lt;br /&gt;Yarh and i finally started on amaths. Another thing to be proud of. Although i erm...only did the...erm...first topic? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Now chatting with Sham...hehe...we went from homework to Taufik! Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;She actually pre-ordered his cd. Comes with a calendar and postcards of him. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;I've been going swimming about twice a week lately. So fun. Last week finally mustered up the courage to go to the deep pool. Me, my sis and my sister's fren. It was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;My sis almost drowned. Haha. And she accused me of laughing at her while she was drowning.&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense ah she. How would i know that she's drowning? Thought she was playing or smth.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow gonna have another dance practice. Looking forward to it. Been quite bored at home, slacking around and forcing myself to do homework. Really hope we can get in this time for Talentime. Our last year already. *sobz*&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the things im gonna miss most about Red Cross. Oh yarh and then we still have to practice fancy fd for orientation. That one is a bit troubling...coming very soon leh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wellz. WE CAN DO IT! =)&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-110353353661883811?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/110353353661883811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=110353353661883811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110353353661883811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110353353661883811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2004/12/heyhey.html' title='heyhey'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-110336627105675248</id><published>2004-12-19T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:37:51.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleugh...bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haiz....just decided to take a break from the boring doldrums of homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not that I've done much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In fact all i did today was one comprehension. But it was like so boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At least its not that hard. Sighz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shall finish up the second compre today too. But i will definitely NOT bother with summary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyone i noe doing summary? Pls dun say yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, my maid just went home and now we have to chip in more with the housework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sweeping, mopping, cooking, hanging out the clothes, folding the clothes...yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its actually not that bad lah. But my mum won't let us sleep past 0830. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She would set the alarm clock for that time and place it in our room and it will ring like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh wellz. Whatever lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I still have loads and loads of homework to do. I wonder if anyone has finished all their homework. Please do let me know. I would then kill you.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My father has been nagging and nagging for us to help him in his shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So we're finally going today. Not exactly looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But since i'm so bored, what the hell rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alright i shall go off now before i infect the whole world with my bad mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Muahaha.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-110336627105675248?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/110336627105675248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=110336627105675248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110336627105675248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110336627105675248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2004/12/bleughbored.html' title='bleugh...bored'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-110200231526139467</id><published>2004-12-03T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T23:45:15.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up after long long break =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hihihi...im back after not blogging for a super long time...been really busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had Red Cross Camp from 24-26 Nov. I really dunno wad to say about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess it was kind of a different experience.  I think the part i'm gonna remember most is how we stayed up till the wee hours of the morning to barbeque the leftover chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And in the end it still wasn't finished. Gosh! The chickens took a LONG LONG time to cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of the cadets' comments was really kind of painful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You know...we had the barbeque so that EVERYONE would get to enjoy themselves and eat good food. And we SOOO did not plan it on the spot to sabo the cadets. Sighz. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah well anyway although the barbeque wasn't a complete success, I'd say that we had a great experience together and we learnt a lot from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok, ok...i know im beginning to sound like a preacher. But its true. So YEAH. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah so the camp was like ok overall...the firedrills were of course the worst...as usual for all our rc camps...its like a tradition or something...lol. I think the night games were pretty fun lah...not bad...scared my group quite well. *MUAHAHA*(evil grin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then next day went jalan raya with most of the last year g1 people plus some g3 ppl also, shall not list all of them out here. But anyway, it was pretty fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just go from house to house eating the food and stuffing ourselves with kueh. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And we went like totally crazy over Taufik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh ya and by the way.....TAUFIK IS THE SINGAPORE IDOL!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOHOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He totally deserves to win...and i'm so NOT being bias. If u had watched the finals u would totally agree that he had sang really well. Especially me and Mrs Jones.  He rocks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TAUFIK!!!! *big smilez* =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah so anyway....back to topic...so we went on and on until very late that day and when we went to shazie's house her father kind of lectured us. He said that we all anak dara( young girls) should not be out so late and that he definitely doesn't approve of it. I guess what he said was kind of true lah...but well....i shall not elaborate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, the rest of them continued on after that (it was already about 11 plus lah) but i didn't cos i had no one to take a cab home with. Besides, my house was just like two stops away from shazie's.  And when i left i hugged everybody and soefie was like "if anything happen to u just scream ok" and i  was like huh? Haha. And they were like all asking me to take care. Awww. So sweet. Haha. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alrite final section...Empower U programme! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It totally totally rocks ok! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok i shall elaborate...its this 2 and a half day course thing...kind of like a day camp...run by this two Australian guys...that kind of teaches u life-skills and how to step out of your comfort zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some amazing things happened...at the starting of the course we were all like soooo reluctant to clap and reluctant to participate. Towards the end we were cheering and clapping like crazy and even started standing on the chairs!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then there were these dancing sessions that were supposed to keep our energy level up, and I thinnk they did...cos i felt so hyper especially after the last dance session. It was really really fun. I'm telling you, whoever heard of this programme b4, i recommend u to go for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We did a lot more stuff to, lots of emotional experiences....but im supposed to keep that a secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh gosh I miss Brent and Dayle. They were the coolest. The best trainers u could possibly have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You never see anyone as motivated as them to help young people like us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I so miss it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh yeah and everyone out there...remember that HUGS ARE A GOOD THING. Give as many hugs as you can. They make you feel great. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alright, I'll buzz off for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Byeeeeeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-110200231526139467?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/110200231526139467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=110200231526139467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110200231526139467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110200231526139467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2004/12/catching-up-after-long-long-break.html' title='Catching up after long long break =)'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-110087087863699730</id><published>2004-11-19T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T21:27:58.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad sad sad =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh man......oh man, oh man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Olinda's out! My darling Oli...*sobz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I din get to see yesterday's performance and I was so so sad when i missed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And today i watch it and Olinda's out. Damn, i shld have voted for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last week i did and she got in. Ahhh...the power of my vote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Really very sad leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She's got a lot a lot of talent. Singaporeans only know how to vote based on their crushes and who they fall in love with from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Which is so annoying cos Singapore Idol is like an insult to people who can really sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm not saying Sylvester cant sing but come on...u just gotta admit that Olinda was way &lt;em&gt;way &lt;/em&gt;better than Sylvester. I just see the excerpts and i can see whos good and whos not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Sighz* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is what happens when a show is based on popularity votes. Oh wellz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I shall wait for December 1st and then get my (mom's...hehe) phone ready to vote. She has given me the permission to do so...hehe...cos she cant stand it if an ah beng wins. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alrite...i just realised that my entire entry has been about S'pore idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What can i say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've been brainwashed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ciao.&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/8275078-110087087863699730?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/110087087863699730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=110087087863699730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110087087863699730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110087087863699730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2004/11/sad-sad-sad.html' title='sad sad sad =('/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-110059117676365144</id><published>2004-11-17T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T15:46:16.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i sometimes feel like if i put everything that has happened in my life on paper, it would make a great novel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And not just any novel.  A gripping novel that will keep you reading till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But who will know how my life ends rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That's the irony of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A novel without an ending. Hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok, so enough of my crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, so i just celebrated Hari Raya like about 2 days ago. Not bad lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As usual my aunts and uncles came over and we served them my mother's wonderful briyani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My uncle said that he comes every year looking forward to the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Erm...is that like a compliment or an insult??? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So yarh....just talked a lot of crap...this year i didn't eat so much though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dunno why like not very hungry. Oh yah now I remember why. I was sick. Having flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*sniffs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Still having flu now but slowly recovering. Yesterday was horrible. I was like in bed almost the whole day. Except when i got out of it at nite to use the computer....hehe. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So yeah....was reading sue's blog yesterday...and i was like OK....i noe she and di are together lah...but meeting the parents and stuff...thats like woah. Haha. But it's not my life. Still love the gurl anyways. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well yarh so today went to my father's stall at bedok there...and we were given royal treatment...sighz...boss's daughter lah...wat can i say...haha. We were given free mee goreng by the uncle from another stall.  Awww....thanks yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And then i played with the cat there, it was so cute! It kept rubbing itself on our legs and going in and out of our legs...adorable man. I want a cat! But my father won't hear of it, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then when i came home and i forgot to wash my hand....and i was like excessively rubbing my eyes just now...wondering why it just got itchier n itchier....n my eyes got redder n redder....n WHAM! It hit me that i was rubbing my eyes with contaminated hands....muahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So yarh...still have partially swollen eyes now...lolz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-110059117676365144?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/110059117676365144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=110059117676365144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110059117676365144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/110059117676365144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2004/11/novel.html' title='a novel'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-109929452655122366</id><published>2004-11-02T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T15:35:26.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally went out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yay!! I finally went out on friday...last day of school...been wanting to go out for a long long time but always got something or another that crops up and spoils my plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went out wif soefie n yi yuan...we watched the Grudge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yi Yuan was like totally freaked out when we told her we wanted to watch it...our initial plan was to watch Ladder 49 but the timing was too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yep then we kind of settled on Cellular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Somehow or another, on the spur of the moment, I opened my big fat mouth and asked soefie whether wanna watch the Grudge. And we ended up with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yi Yuan was closing her eyes throughout like half of the movie. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's realli gross lah. I recommend the show to anyone who needs a good scare now. Hehz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then we all went Bras Basah after the show cos Soefie wanted to buy a big yellow board for her cancer project. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And then being the lucky pigs that we were, it started raining. Heavily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Soefie din bring an umbrella so yiyuan lent her hers and me and her shared one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yay. we're such nice frens. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then we went to Holland V. Party With Us rocks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There were like so many ppl there compared to the first time i went there with sing ning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And yi yuan and me bought fangs. Muahaha. So scary wad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yepz then jiahui called me at the last minute to tell me that she, yq and beng would not be able to make it the next day. So i will take over as overall ic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And i was like WAD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haha. But turned out ok lah. Plus yq came anyway. So yarh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now me, jh, singning and shaz are boliao-ing in the comp lab. We actually planned to do the proposal but we found out that this comp cannot save our files.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some restricted thingy. Stupid manz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dun even noe why we're still here now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fading off at...&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/8275078-109929452655122366?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/109929452655122366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=109929452655122366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/109929452655122366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/109929452655122366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2004/11/finally-went-out.html' title='finally went out'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-109888741119677796</id><published>2004-10-27T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T22:35:06.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It was that morning when I walked in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I realised my thoughts were full of sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I had fallen for her, hard and fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I had no idea if it was love or lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;We exchanged letters and furtive kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And all the time I was making guesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Of what was it we truly shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;If I freed myself, would she have cared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;She is drifting, drifting away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm hurting inside, she's too blind to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;She drifts around like a dazed butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Never stopping to hear my cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;She lives in a world not caring at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;What others would think of her if she falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Once i would have sworn my life to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Now i'm losing her; my greatest fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Now all we do is exchange glances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;In our relationship there are no more advances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I now know for certain that it was just a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Of having some stability in lives so astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Written by ~me~ =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Note: This poem is not to be taken seriously. Just got inspired to write this after reading an article. Yupz.&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/8275078-109888741119677796?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/109888741119677796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=109888741119677796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/109888741119677796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/109888741119677796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2004/10/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-109854655758529086</id><published>2004-10-24T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T23:50:47.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>council camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well...hello!&lt;br /&gt;i havent been on the net for quite some time...due to council camp.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I tink council camp was pretty good this year.&lt;br /&gt;I think the whole thing was pretty organised and there was like loads of stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;Last year we pretty much slacked almost all the time and lied around in the mpr.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, i dunno why but i feel that last year was in a way more fun than this year.&lt;br /&gt;Like last year everyone was more united.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my grp won most united! Yay! DOTS ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;I think my grp was pretty nice. Although we were pretty quiet, i think we had a lot of team-spirit and we worked well together. Made new frens with the sec. 2s.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I was like the only sec. 3 in my grp.&lt;br /&gt;Renee was supposed to accompany me but her parents din allow her to come at the last minute. So I ended up kind of alone. I mean yeah, u can talk to sec. 2s but certain things u just need someone of your own level to talk to, noe wad i mean?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway they kept playing the movie Honey and each time i din get to watch it. So sad! I wanna borrow the DVD if its possible. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Today I had Red Cross activity but i din go cos my parents din allow.&lt;br /&gt;They said im crazy that straight after council camp still wanna go for rc. And they also said i look like a zombie. Like FINE! watever.&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed cos i had lesson today. Luckily zhixin took over for me.&lt;br /&gt;But turns out like i needed the rest. When i woke up this morning i couldn't keep my eyes open. I practically spent almost the whole day sleeping. Sighz. Guess i deserved it. Hehe. =)&lt;br /&gt;Still got homework to do. Missed 3 days of lessons. Wow. wonder how far behind i am. Got to catch up. Yupz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! &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/8275078-109854655758529086?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/109854655758529086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=109854655758529086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/109854655758529086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/109854655758529086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2004/10/council-camp.html' title='council camp'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-109798773891211503</id><published>2004-10-17T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T12:39:18.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worries have begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yesterday we stayed back after rc activity to plan camp proposal.&lt;br /&gt;Damn tiring can.&lt;br /&gt;The sec. 1s and 2s better appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;I still havent typed out the Day 3 plan yet.&lt;br /&gt;Aye. The juniors are in for a tough time. The camp is like really TRAINING.&lt;br /&gt;Shan't reveal anything here though. hehx.&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz im finally officially fasting today cos my period ended yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;So happy. I won't have to pay back much next year. Only 2 days. =)&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. we're getting back results on tuesday and wednesday. i just noe im gonna do badly.&lt;br /&gt;seems now like everything was hard. surprisingly i found amaths easier than emaths.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna just die. u noe i was like gonna fall asleep for almost every paper...especially chemistry...i was like about to just go to sleep on the table right there and then.&lt;br /&gt;i was doing most of the papers in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;that's DEFINITELY a bad sign. this has never happened to me before.&lt;br /&gt;ARGGHHHHH!!! Really very very scared.&lt;br /&gt;But well...i shall just stick to the saying "dont cry over spilled milk".&lt;br /&gt;Still, i cant help worrying. *sighz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~worrisome me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-109798773891211503?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/109798773891211503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=109798773891211503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/109798773891211503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/109798773891211503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2004/10/worries-have-begun.html' title='worries have begun'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275078.post-109724445950240061</id><published>2004-10-09T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T12:24:06.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams r finally over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Exams are finally over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WOOHOOOOO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;although i am so not looking forward to the results, i've made a resolve to enjoy the days in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yep, definitely have to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not gonna waste marking days sleeping and watching tv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe i'll go watch a movie or go library to get GOOD books( so unlike books in school library) or smth liddat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today hasyimah was asking the class if we would like to go sentosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Class outing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sounds fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And 2 stupid bitches scolded shaminah today. the poor gurl. i have a load of luck manz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i din get scolded cos i wasnt wearing my tie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like how ironic is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okayz, anyways juz now i went to Pizza Hut to celebrate post-exam with my mum and sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Also an excuse to eat out of course. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The spaghetti was not bad but not as good as the one at JP. JP spaghetti like REALLY impressed me. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i was looking thru my drawer yesterday for amaths notes and found a poem i wrote kind of a long time ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Decided to pen it down here. Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I loathe the man that burns inside&lt;br /&gt;He advances on me with every stride&lt;br /&gt;The power he has over me is unforgivable&lt;br /&gt;But i'll fight back and not be so vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mouth curls into a satisfied sneer&lt;br /&gt;He tries to scare me, but now i have no fear&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how he trusts him&lt;br /&gt;why, really at times, he can be so dim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I musn't talk of him that way&lt;br /&gt;How could I, I'll slap myself if i may&lt;br /&gt;He must have reasons for trusting&lt;br /&gt;A man who was once in the darkest meddling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really sometimes I truly wonder&lt;br /&gt;How can a aman reformed be more the kinder?&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps before he was worse than this&lt;br /&gt;Wow that would be terrible, worse than the kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seeked into his memory once&lt;br /&gt;He was so mad, he did a wild dance&lt;br /&gt;A secret to be kept of a poor little boy&lt;br /&gt;I should not have meedled with such wondrous a toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's left to see if there is any good&lt;br /&gt;One can find in him to match his mood&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but somehow i sense&lt;br /&gt;He has a deep secret, a secret very dense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by ME, the one and only me. hehe. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8275078-109724445950240061?l=perfectexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/109724445950240061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8275078&amp;postID=109724445950240061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/109724445950240061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275078/posts/default/109724445950240061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectexistence.blogspot.com/2004/10/exams-r-finally-over_08.html' title='Exams r finally over!'/><author><name>Bhangra Beasts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
