<?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-1215224894153266090</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:00:03.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiggerbounces</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-2242898209437514237</id><published>2007-10-23T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:50:03.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rx4PNPktYXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iWcYph6-5Qs/s1600-h/P8070316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124550146187420018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rx4PNPktYXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iWcYph6-5Qs/s320/P8070316.JPG" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;words fly out unwittingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so the major hurdles are over, and we're left with a final two. honestly i just cannot wait for everything to be back to normal. give me a day of lessons over this silly marathon but two weeks later you'd see me wishing for the other. boohoo who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;one year passes really fast. i wonder how people manage to keep in contact with their JC friends when all you've had is 2 years of memories, as compared to a 6 year friendship, or a 4 year bond. maybe it's cos you've matured, and know that some things are just worth remembering. i'd definitely want to remember all the waking moments (even sleeping) i've spent with s22, though some of us might not be around next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;you say im being unrealistic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i count it as im going for what i want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;you say im selfish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;im already asking for less&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;you offer repeated arguments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just listen to the silent condemnation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when was the last time you praised someone? really, cliche-ness aside. it's so that difficult to extract a phrase of praise from you. and even if no words come out of your mouth, i see no pride in your eyes either. im tired, really tired from running on this hamster wheel, trying to reach the same level that she is at. it's till to the point when i do get the rare word of encouragement of you, i feel so awkward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this would so be under an lj-cut if i was at lj now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;im doing things for reasons that Reason cannot comprehend&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/1215224894153266090-2242898209437514237?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/2242898209437514237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=2242898209437514237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/2242898209437514237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/2242898209437514237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/10/words-fly-out-unwittingly-and-so-major.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rx4PNPktYXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iWcYph6-5Qs/s72-c/P8070316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-7243002441974714816</id><published>2007-10-13T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T10:50:56.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RxAyafktYWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/URwZgMT5qAU/s1600-h/org_bamboo_B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120648207053709666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="185" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RxAyafktYWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/URwZgMT5qAU/s320/org_bamboo_B3.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO THIS! -for the environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;see that bag there. it's called an envirosax bag. haha if you've been to taka you'd have probably seen it around. anyway. apparently these bags are eco-friendly cos they're reusuable, super light (40g!) and waterproof. it's kinda cheap too at 9.90 a bag...and it's only 35 bucks for 5 of them...HMM. shall get the rest to buy with me. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yupp. just doing a small promo for the bags. check them out at taka! they can be made super small by folding..and the designs arent too bad either. for more details you can go to this website:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onclick="onClickUnsafeLink(event);" href="http://www.envirosax.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.envirosax.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrightey. time for me to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-7243002441974714816?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/7243002441974714816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=7243002441974714816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/7243002441974714816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/7243002441974714816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-this-for-environment-see-that-bag.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RxAyafktYWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/URwZgMT5qAU/s72-c/org_bamboo_B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-3807304535259413586</id><published>2007-10-09T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:11:50.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RwuMAjefFSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ijpzUJKf4QI/s1600-h/yunho121.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119339342587696418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RwuMAjefFSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ijpzUJKf4QI/s400/yunho121.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rwt_ojefFQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HdmnFzLnxbA/s1600-h/yunho121.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what else can we do??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's nothing more than i feel like saying but that im sorely disappointed with the way things i have turned out. i dont know why it happened that way, and i dont really think i want to know. im awfully sad that it happened, and now all of us are left in this shithole of a mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a brighter note, maybe it's a chance at redemption. HMM. who knows eh? what's that chinese saying...AH! sai weng shi ma. see laoshi i do pay attention during chinese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohwell. time to return to the hole then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's all im aiming for...GAMBATTE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/1215224894153266090-3807304535259413586?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/3807304535259413586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=3807304535259413586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/3807304535259413586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/3807304535259413586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-else-can-we-do-theres-nothing-more.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RwuMAjefFSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ijpzUJKf4QI/s72-c/yunho121.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-1895728570014305983</id><published>2007-10-08T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:38:34.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-About Yourself -100 Questions-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- General Info -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;regina &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Age?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;16 years, 10 months and 1 day old &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair color?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;brownish..black? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Happy with it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If not, what would you change it to?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;IF not &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye color?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;brownish..black? not too sure actually. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Happy with it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;guess so &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If not, what would you change it to?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i'd look weird with another colour ne? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Skin color?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;darker than your average chinese..fairer than your normal indian..i guess &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Favorites -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Color?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;can i have more than one? orange! and maybe red and green yes green &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Food?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;im a pig. i have too many favourites XD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Animal?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;DOGS &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Smell?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;smell? if you mean fragrance DKNY Be Delicious! kudos &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Website?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;eh? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fast food?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;SUBWAY =) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Activity?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;reading? the net? i dont know! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;TV Show?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;GREY'S ANATOMY &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Actor?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;orrrrrlando bloom. johnny depp. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Actress?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ellen pompeo and suzanne oh! ( i think that's yang's name) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Movie?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;POTC, XMen, LOTR, blahblah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Shoe brand?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;eh? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Dog?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;namely golden retriever and rough collie! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cat?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;EEEW. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Board Game?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;is jenga a board game? ok if not...i dontknow. im not that big a fan of board games &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Video Game?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;uhm...that fighting game on my auntie's PS? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Usernames -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;On Aol or AIM?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nada &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;On MSN or MSN Messanger?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ginakoh__ so simple right? HAH. thank God i changed them &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;On Bzoink?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;neh &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;On LiveJournal?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i have two XD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;On Blurty?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;what's blurty? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;On Neopets?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;HAHA. i think it was fiery_blazer or something like that. or was that my pet? alamak. i know i had 2 accounts, one pet was called tamahome26 i think. the other was some gelert &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- This or That? -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Coke or Pepsi?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;neither. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Black or White?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;black &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Summer or Winter?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;winter. singapore's weather is hot enough &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Spring or Fall?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;fall &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Mountains or Plains?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mountains &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Rock or Pop?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;pop &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Jeans or Khackis?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;jeans &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Shorts or Capris?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;shorts &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Message Boards or E-mail?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;email &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Some good friends or a lot of bad ones?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;GOOD FRIENDS XD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;TV or computer?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;can i be greedy and say both? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cordless phone or cell?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;cell. withnocharges. haha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;MSN or AIM?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;MSN &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Survey or Quiz?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;quiz please &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pink or Red?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;RED. obviously &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Christmas or Easter?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;christmas! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Read or Write?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;a little of both? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Take or Create?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;create! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Flower or Weed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;flower. why would you want a weed?? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pizza or Antelope?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;what's antelope? some fruit thingy? PIZZA =) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Love Life -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever had a girlfriend/boyfriend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you currently have a girlfriend/boyfriend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How many girlfriends/boyfriends have you had?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;there are only many ways you can ask one question you know &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Does your girlfriend/boyfriend give you presents?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;he would. HAHA &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- How Many -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Piercings?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;5. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Tatoos?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;*shakes head* &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;CDs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dontknow. too many &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;DVDs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;still too many &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Computers?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;2. but only one's functioning properly &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;TVs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;2. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pairs of Shoes?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;plus slippers and all....6..or 7? i have big feet, difficult to find shoes. XP &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Musical Instruments?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;a recorder? haha. uhm one guitar &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Buckets of Lard?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;like whaaat?? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pets?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope. if you count my brother that's one. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair brushes?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;is a comb a brush? dont think so right &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Talents -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Can you sing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;think so? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Can you dance?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;horribly. haha. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Can you decorate?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dontknow &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Can you type fast?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;guess so &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Can you train animals?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i trained jayne! is that counted? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Can you write?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;if you live in singapore you would &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Can you read fast?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;guess so. sarah's faster though. HAH &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Can you sharpen pencils?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;with a sharpener YA. i dont have nails like jayne's &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Can you paint?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;probably? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Can you draw?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;YES! doodling on msn is fun. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Random -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name a random song.:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ON &amp;amp; ON by dongbang! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name a random TV show.:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;GREY'S ANATOMY &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name a random food.:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;kimchi &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name a random person.:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yunho &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name a random animal.:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;goldfish &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name a random holiday.:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;deepavali &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name a random cartoon character.:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;FUJIIIII from POT &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Family -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have siblings?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;3. buu. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get along with them?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;fairly i guess. i've been plotting their murders since i was 7 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you live at home?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are your parents divorced?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;NOPE &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Are you.. -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;with a guy who's 184, is smokin hot, 21 this year and doesnt know i exist, SADLY X( &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sleepy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not yet. but there's school tomorrow. BAHHH &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Glad you took this survey?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;kinda? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a title="-About Yourself -100 Questions-" href="http://www.bzoink.com/S16195/-About_Yourself_-100_Questions-.html"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Bzoink Surveys" href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Bzoink" href="http://www.bzoink.com/"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt; - The Original Survey Site&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/1215224894153266090-1895728570014305983?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/1895728570014305983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=1895728570014305983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/1895728570014305983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/1895728570014305983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/10/about-yourself-100-questions-general.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-4601742436005641126</id><published>2007-09-14T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:55:16.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RulqzEvb0QI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5EjlrGXoZE8/s1600-h/junsu43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109732677907108098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RulqzEvb0QI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5EjlrGXoZE8/s200/junsu43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and we go round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for junsu, whom i cant seem to find anything about except that you're in brazil. hope you meet pele! XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am currently (and i think im gonna continue to be) in an utter state of confusion. it aint due to the inability to comprehend my studies and the like [if that were all i'd be thanking my stars]. honestly, everytime i take a step forward i end up getting bitten which makes me think twice about doing so again. and then i do nice and try and try again, but the whole complexity of the problem just confunds me to no end. im sick and tired of dealing with emotions/bouts of bitchiness/whatifs or rather, whatnots/and staying true.&lt;/p&gt;pish. guess what. there are such things as 1 in a million. what im doing now is a good example. HA. it's 12.42am on a friday morning. ooh wonder if it's the 14th in canada, cousin's birthday and all. promos are in 13 days time, but who's counting anyway. it's amazing the amount of "i've nevers" you achieve when you enter JC. HA. we'll make it together, im sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;go see the Eiffel tower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;prance among streetside cafes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;bite into a freshbaked crossaint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;stand under the Arc de Nome and ring the bells of Notre Dame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know the true meaning of losing my religion; when i find respite in everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-4601742436005641126?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4601742436005641126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=4601742436005641126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/4601742436005641126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/4601742436005641126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-we-go-round-and-round-for-junsu.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RulqzEvb0QI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5EjlrGXoZE8/s72-c/junsu43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-8472077115945193588</id><published>2007-08-29T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:24:08.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RtVyXxmQbfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OLWy9VT-c80/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104111505470680562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RtVyXxmQbfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OLWy9VT-c80/s200/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the beautiful hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there have been quite a lot of things that've been happening lately, and it just kinda made me mull over the complexity of being human. i honestly dont think one can lead a simple life no matter how much they say they desire or feel like they're living it. i mean come on just dealing with the day to day social interactions between beings is taxing enough, and i guess you would be able to derive what im trying to say through this short reflection. maybe it'd be easier if i had a guidebook to tell me when to shutup or when to say what i think, then maybe i won't feel like im caught in some sadistic cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. promos are coming. the likelihood of me coming back here to blog anytime after this pre-promos is almost nil. i think. and then maybe after that i'll make the move to LJ and join vien with her sexybooness cos blogger just screws you too much sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i signed up for a JC life,&lt;br /&gt;no one told me it would mean sleeping at 4am in the morning&lt;br /&gt;no one said i'd have to study that much harder&lt;br /&gt;no one told me Pw was such a bitchy time/enjoyment/life thief&lt;br /&gt;no one said that that's the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess there's not much point in thinking back and wishing of the could've beens or would've beens, the might haves or should haves. but then again this is what this is for ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When love beckons you, follow him&lt;br /&gt;though his ways are hard and steep&lt;br /&gt;When his wings enfold you, yield to him&lt;br /&gt;though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he speaks to you believe in him&lt;br /&gt;though his voice may shatter your dreams&lt;br /&gt;for even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these things shall love do unto you&lt;br /&gt;that you may know the secret of your heart&lt;br /&gt;and in that knowledge become a fragment of life's heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-K. Gibran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll protect this gift You've given with all i have. =))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1215224894153266090-8472077115945193588?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/8472077115945193588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=8472077115945193588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/8472077115945193588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/8472077115945193588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/08/beautiful-hug-there-have-been-quite-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RtVyXxmQbfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OLWy9VT-c80/s72-c/Image025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-5552887791096089651</id><published>2007-08-15T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T21:28:00.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RsL8k-UZogI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IVKbazsdXtk/s1600-h/boyphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098915440270877186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RsL8k-UZogI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IVKbazsdXtk/s200/boyphoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you would be my kryptonite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know one of the reasons why fiction is so well received is because it takes us away from the ugliness of the real world just for that moment and casts us into characters where we can believe that there must be something more to anything and everything you can ever experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i chance upon stringed words that touch the heart of me i sometimes wish i'd be able to do that too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ability to express oneself so infinitely. somehow i cant seem to do so. they come out in starts and fits, and at times filled with so much complexity that i end up losing myself as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but reading those printed words prods me to delve deeper into the things surrounding me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they make me ache, sometimes cry or laugh until i could just die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;allow me to realise things i wouldnt have had it not been for a thrown perspective&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flaws. ideals. that similar likeness. certain longings. might've beens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;240 steps of concrete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 lush area of green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the journey of 9 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before i touch my familarity again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;arssh. words. you put foul thoughts into my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or am i just feeling my ghosts of now and then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; i know. now i &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i would your superman- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-5552887791096089651?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/5552887791096089651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=5552887791096089651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/5552887791096089651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/5552887791096089651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-would-be-my-kryptonite.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RsL8k-UZogI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IVKbazsdXtk/s72-c/boyphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-4895457487071608544</id><published>2007-08-09T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:19:03.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rrs98-UZofI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ihikzIIaIPk/s1600-h/07041215484200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096735521029857778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="138" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rrs98-UZofI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ihikzIIaIPk/s200/07041215484200.JPG" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and a happy birthday to you Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was just reading this story in 8Days by Phin Wong who listed 20 reasons as to why he loved this small red dot. Reason #20: Because it only took us 42 years. (once again we pwn). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha. it's kinda true aint it. While other countries took like a hundred years or so to become what they are today, we only took 42 years to become the world's top 20 wealthiest countries. wow. ohwell. before i become all sane again and start mouthing off bout the evils of singaporean life, i guess one could be sorta proud of the country ne. HA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've officially hopped onto the hanakimi japan bandwagon. haha. together with vien, sarah and germaine. OHWELL. thank God it's only 11 episodes, or im SO sure that my studies will suffer. bahhbahhblacksheep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know i havent been blogging for a reallyreally long while. but here's a basic update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;life is busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;love in the ice + haengbok is just pure joy with lovelovelove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;life is stressful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;times with classmates and loved ones bring so much respite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;life makes you wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a proximity we took for granted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im gonna live it the way i want to&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well. enough of my musings. with the background music of troy and the central view of a certain boycandy sekime, im gonna go and try to LIVE, considering that i havent been doing much of that lately. and OH yeah..finish my Mt. Everest of homework. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-4895457487071608544?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4895457487071608544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=4895457487071608544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/4895457487071608544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/4895457487071608544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-happy-birthday-to-you-singapore-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rrs98-UZofI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ihikzIIaIPk/s72-c/07041215484200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-3660905456741077368</id><published>2007-07-12T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:45:11.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RpY7ayTp2wI/AAAAAAAAAGY/trP3XlRJ_HA/s1600-h/DSC01379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086318160528399106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RpY7ayTp2wI/AAAAAAAAAGY/trP3XlRJ_HA/s200/DSC01379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's the imperfections that make things perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think my body's currently exhausted. but it hasnt realised that yet. why oh why? cos i slept at around 1 plus in the morning 'last night' doing the silly E of M and before that i met my chiller/1.5 angel aka zoey chew for dinner at hougang mall and we ate ramen and prior to that i had training. whooeey me. hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway. im supposed to do a short dedication to my chiller/1.5 cos she did one for me and because ya la i LOVE HER and all. hahaha. XD nah chew see that picture there. it's FOR YOU. haha oh yeah i think you forgot one more picture you know the very nice effect one that makes my skin look funny but it's still quite cool? ya THAT ONE. anyhoo. it was G-R-E-A-T seeing you and i promise next time we meet i'll treat you something that's worth $5. haha. PLEASE work hard in Poly since im not around to knock your head if you dont study hard and though your course seems yucky just do your best ok. i believe you'll be ok AND OH YEAH jiayou in basketball. you'll be a GREAT player im sure. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MTP session tomorrow. mom's not going cos she's watching the fifth Harry Potter movie with her office people. like OH MAN my MOTHER's watching Harry Potter before me. am i seriously deprived of a social life or something?? eeepsss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was heechul's birthday on tuesday, which was the same day as my oral exam. HOMG i dont know what to think about it but YAY it's over. i must do well for listening compre which is next tuesday so that an A grade is more secure. HOPEHOPE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. my brain's starting to slow down slightly. and i think i have to go before a certain authorative figure comes and start being all unreasonable and *ahembossy*ahem. and now i shall go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i agree with this statement made by vivien the beauty:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;school is thief, it robs you of sleep.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sadly, we have no jury or judge to send this convict behind bars for LIFE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-3660905456741077368?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/3660905456741077368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=3660905456741077368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/3660905456741077368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/3660905456741077368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-imperfections-that-make-things.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RpY7ayTp2wI/AAAAAAAAAGY/trP3XlRJ_HA/s72-c/DSC01379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-7547891880985281769</id><published>2007-07-07T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T00:37:11.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Ro5s5djalwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LudULoYApZs/s1600-h/e8c3ea85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084120763789383426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Ro5s5djalwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LudULoYApZs/s200/e8c3ea85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ooh whoa ooh whoa. *da*da*da*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now im gonna ask the question that's been on everyone's minds lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH THE WEATHER?!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is either sweltering/humidifying/boiling/disgustingly/horrendously HOT. OR! it's just hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAH. rain has not offered any respite whatsoever. it even RAINS HOT. such irony but it's the truth. wait. scratch that. WHAT RAIN?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh man. talking about the weather's like making me go all biatchy. shall skip that and talk about TODAY then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;other than the fact that the weather nearly killed us all (oops i talked about the weather in the end. what i cant help it! it's invading everything!) today was pretty normal in a sense. ack no actually what was i thinking. i got one of the biggest shocks of my life today. let's start with PE. rachel, del, huiwoong and i were so not feeling up to running the whole 5 rounds thing cos a) it was hot. b) hello 5 rounds is like 2.4 without the .4 and c) S-I-A-N. but we did it anyway and after the run we went to take our weight and i found out that i LOST WEIGHT! yaayyyy. but the stupid height measurement thing said i was 175. like HELLO? even the blind can tell im so not 175. hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then there was break. during which we got back our chem paper. oosh. THANK GOD I PASSED. XD You Are Amazing.....~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;managing to eat only half an apple during break, i went for chinese. and THEN i got the biggest shock of my life. apparently i have earned for myself a FAIR grade for my conduct this sem cos the ohmygoodnesscouldyounotgetanymorescrewedup school didnt accept my mother's letter asking them to excuse me from holiday lessons cos i went for the OHANA camp in MALAYSIA during June. LIKE WHAT?!?!!? i was just in utter shock when lao shi announced my name and im pretty sure the rest of my class was too. LIKE HELLO?! i havent even slept in lectures/lessons since the beginning of the year! (dozing doesnt count here) and the reason for giving me the FAIR is supermegaultra unjustified excuse me. harummph. if im still gonna get that grade when i talk to lao shi on monday im gonna raise the underground and back again to the school. or maybe my mother will. seriously. the system is whacked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so other than that pretty rude surprise i got the day went on in the typical fashion. nearly dying out during PW and almost turning into an SRJC stone monument during GP. yupp. that's about it. oh yes did i mention i have a new GP teacher? his name is mr edson ng and he looks like a hamster. i didnt say ugly i didnt say cute hamster. go figure. *insert sweet innocent smile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;training was an almost murder cos i couldnt stop coughing when we were doing the 5 rounds 15 mins thing. endurance after involved a serious numbing of the mind to not feel like my stomach region was on fire. sprained my thumb and i think sharon half mutilated it though she said it'll help *suspicions arise*. and with muscles aching, i came home. sometimes, the coming home aint so great. pishh. shant dwell on that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vien gan just showed me highlights from the 'O' concert and i sO agree with her that watching it makes you wish you could just heck everything else and gO. but nO it isnt sO. sigh. BUT MAN, i wanna gO. i was trying to make a *jaw drops* smiley but i failed so if anyone has any idea how to make one, (no emoticon please) please let me know! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all right. alls well that ends well. even though it's moderately hot, (alamak the weather butts in again) i cant take it and so i shall now retreat to the comfort of my aircon-ed room, which ironically, is the reason why it's so hot. aint it. hmm...food for thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY 070707! wear &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today people! support live earth! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'you son of a duck you!'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just couldnt help but add that in. HEE. &lt;strong&gt;princekamo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-7547891880985281769?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/7547891880985281769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=7547891880985281769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/7547891880985281769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/7547891880985281769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/07/ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Ro5s5djalwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LudULoYApZs/s72-c/e8c3ea85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-1194614806546735435</id><published>2007-07-04T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:16:13.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rou3pNjalvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LgFKHpy6kpA/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rou0JNjaloI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gXqAUfJzXx8/s1600-h/e8c3f08e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083354674767763074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rou0JNjaloI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gXqAUfJzXx8/s200/e8c3f08e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to look beyond what you see and hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first. i forgot to mention this in like 2 of my previous posts. this matter takes precedence over everything else im gonna say as it's ok grave importance to my life. OK. here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I FINALLY MANAGED TO WATCH THE DONGBANG ADVERT!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;*cheers in the background, poppers explode, fireworks in the air*.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok to cut things short cos for me to reiterate everything down would make this post super long and i've still pictures to post so this is a basic gist yes. it happened on a Monday evening, the 25th of June, at about 7.15pm. (HAH and i said basic gist) i was taping for my mom some show and was flipping to channel 8. *take note that at that period of time i had almost given up hope on ever watching the advert and i wasnt expecting to watch it at all. i was contemplating on whether to switch off the TV or leave it on cos that tiny spark of hope in me still believed i could watch it. and furthermore i was studying at the dining table. (oh yes i was having chem and maths exam the next day) and just when i was about to get up from the sofa to go to study. LO AND BEHOLD the advert appeared! cos i had never in my life seen it before i had no idea how the beginning went. and THEN! i SAW THEM. AHHHHHH....and the rest well, is pretty predictable yeah. haha. lots of screaming at the TV (thank God i was alone) enused and just pretty much of calling vien to scream and gush and go ohmygosh. HAHA. and like i told her jokingly, 'and now i can die in peace'. HEH. ahhhh they look so nice and im happy that i managed to watch, although once, unlike SOME PEOPLE who said 'i watched like more than 6 times already la' HMMPHHH who ah her name starts with a &lt;strong&gt;V-&lt;/strong&gt; and ends with an &lt;strong&gt;-ivien&lt;/strong&gt;. SO YAY FOR ME. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so school's officially begun. it's back to the books, new topics, more long hours, and sleepy days. haha. i was so so so miserable on monday evening cos i really didnt wanna to go back to school. 4 people can testify to that i assure you. and yesterday was even worse cos i just felt super crappy and well, i wasnt looking forward to today cos of certain stuff. so yeah. the back to school routine just didnt go for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then today was even worse cos the minute i stepped into the school, this annoytating indian teacher came up to me and said "TUCK IN YOUR SHIRT GIRL DONT FOLD IN" and she nearly did it for me but i practically held on to my shirt for dear life cos i was afraid she would find the drawstring. tskk. and then when i went back to her for 're-evaluation', she said, take off your second earring. SIGHH. so, bad start to the day. AND THEN. we got back our maths paper and i was seriously not happy with my grade cos well, unjustifications of a sort. even though the day was short i even had trouble in econs cos i left my lecture book in the locker and i was pretty blur during tutorial. thank God mr ang didnt ask me why i didnt have my book. tskk. so the day just went pretty shitty. maybe the only brightspot was that dialogue session with mrs lim hwee hua. it was kinda interesting and rather insightful. then training after was well, ok i guess cos we had free and easy. but we have to run 10 rounds every friday so im like O_O!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the exercise from training probably released lots of endorphins cos im feeling quite ok now despite the bad day. but my mood was just ruined by my sister. so annoying. but nevermind i shant bother with that. ok. NOW. let me present the UGLY FACES CONTEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;details below:&lt;br /&gt;THE UGLY FACE CONTEST. on the 30th of June, Saturday, 2007. the finalists of the UGLY FACE CONTEST met for a final time to decide WHO would emerge as the winner of the title: UGLIEST FACE ever. the winner will be decided by the people who read this blog. so PLEASE vote for your favourite ugliest face! Closing date for votes will be the 7th of July, 2007, which is THIS SATURDAY. so please vote! and hereeee are the finalists. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083354919580898962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="177" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rou0XdjalpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DjYzvCpP_bI/s200/Image015.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;firstly, we have the finalists: regina and rebecca koh. BEFORE transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1: trust me.this is only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083355331897759394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rou0vdjalqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HpQEGDP7duw/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2: please ignore the figure on the extreme right. he was disqualified. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083356216661022418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rou1i9jaltI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3DRro9aU3tA/s200/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: ok the person in the center is for your entertainment only. please focus on the finalists thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083356216661022434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rou1i9jaluI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GXRsdy66I2A/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually there were many more but due to space constraint the organizers could only post 3. ok. so here's how you vote: see my haloscan? just click it, ya there you go. and vote in this following order. eg: picture #1: regina. get it? please vote for all 3 pictures yes. and choose wisely. honestly i already have the feeling i know the results. haha. but anyhow, for the fun of it. vote! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all right. i think i've overstayed my welcome. ooh yeah. just before i go. YOUTH DAY WAS A BLAST. no not cos i was involved in some youth day thingy organized by MCYS or the like. but cos i could spend it well, without feeling much worries, like HOW A YOUTH SHOULD BE FEELING instead of stressed up, pent up feelings and miserable. yes ok. now i should go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;VOTE! UFC committee says so. X_X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-1194614806546735435?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/1194614806546735435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=1194614806546735435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/1194614806546735435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/1194614806546735435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-look-beyond-what-you-see-and-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rou0JNjaloI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gXqAUfJzXx8/s72-c/e8c3f08e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-6578104300462463505</id><published>2007-06-30T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:30:23.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RoYeItjalnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rJ8eazWWEow/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081782364550108786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RoYeItjalnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rJ8eazWWEow/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it makes no difference who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--*ahh! back break*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i need some serious R &amp; R. or some miraculous cream/product that will take those disgusting eye rings that i have. it's so bad that i can see VEINS blatantly showing themselves through my skin please. gross yes. ughhh. and im not the kind who can make myself sleep for those long hours unlike some people i know. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the mid-years/cts are over. after one whole gruelling week of studying till late at night and freaking out/sortof scolding the paper/and just plain crapping out answers when you dont know what else to do, it's OVER. thank God but oh man i shudder to get back the results cos i know they ain't gonna be pretty or nice or whatever i wanted. especially for chem. ooshh. this stinks. but i'll just worry bout it when it comes i guess. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. the stupid cts plus late night plus stupid hormones are causing a disgusting outbreak on my face. so annoying. blemish be gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. the sucky thing, no wait thingS about having your exams after your june holidays is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: you dont get to enjoy your june holidays at all. [or pretty much]&lt;br /&gt;#2: post-exam atmosphere gets you into the holiday mood&lt;br /&gt;#3: lessons resume as per normal after your exams. [how shitty is that?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the JC curriculum pretty much forgot or doesn't even know the meaning of post-exam activities, unless it involves studying. pishh. and even if they do, they'll probably find some way to incorporate some lesson objective into it. oh dont get me started on PW. im afraid to start ranting. but honestly. someone in the high seats of the Mother of Earth should ought to seriously take a look at PW and see what good it actually does cos honestly, i STILL dont see any benefit in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok actually there was this whole section in which i went about trying to justify why PW is useless but i realised it was ranting so i decided not to cos i said i wouldnt. XD maybe by forcing us to do PW, they're making us 'learn how to deal with difficult people [and i dont mean the classmates]' and 'make the best of the most SHITTIEST situations' you're faced with. and i DONT mean the classmates again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to j8 yesterday to eat ajisen for dinner. full of laughter and loads of fun. stationery shopping AGAIN. shant go into too much details cos im kinda lazy to say everything. haha. ended the night with chilling out at coffee bean. where we laughed even more. it was good to see celest again yeah. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from heartland mall. went shopping at Popular for the 3rd consecutive time in 3 days. my goodness. and heartland mall is oh so crowded on saturdays. sheesh. going out to G-ma's house later to celebrate her birthday, which is the reason why a) i cant go for the NeXt Change tonight at service, and b) i cant go for PL's guzheng concert to see my friends perform. but oh well she's my grandma and family comes first no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pishposhohmygosh what is wrong with the weather i ask you. it is boiling hot at one moment and raining like there's no tomorrow the next. not helping this funny flu that's been coming and going. echh. hurray hurrah monday's a holiday. so not looking forward to going back to school but oh well. deal with it i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;picnic at TP PARK! where we sit under some big shady tree, hope that no birds shit on me, and watch old people do taiqi! haha they rhyme! ok shoots im just giving myself a cheap thrill. eeps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. got to go and help my mother cook dumplings for tonight's dinner! hmm im hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel sorry for you. cos your definition of what is so pure is so shallow. you really ought to redefine what it is to you. then maybe you'll start seeing that the problem isnt with those who shun you, but that it lies within yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-6578104300462463505?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/6578104300462463505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=6578104300462463505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/6578104300462463505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/6578104300462463505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-makes-no-difference-who-you-are-ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RoYeItjalnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rJ8eazWWEow/s72-c/Image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-262761197365867213</id><published>2007-06-21T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T10:10:44.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rnsu0SklFNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8pBIY91mQeU/s1600-h/dongbang17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078704480663704786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rnsu0SklFNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8pBIY91mQeU/s200/dongbang17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the pride that swells in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my heart just filled with pride when i see how far you've come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM hungry. at this moment gina koh is hungry. but it's ok cos im meeting rahfahfah later at toapayoh and we're gonna study together with vien! and maybe jayne if she comes. anyhoo. IT'S FRIDAY. omg it's friday. why on earth is it friday. any other school i'd be jumping about in hallelujah mode cos it's TGIF and all but now it's the last friday of the holidays! O_O much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;examsxamsxams. eew gross but i have to deal with you. i dont know what to expect from them. on one hand i feel as though hey i know my stuff. but on the other im just like oh man what's that. eeeww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i type now vien's having her H2 lit. vivien HWAIITING! hope you can get your brave new world and your good friend othello to help you and score well for the paper ne. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. this is gonna be a short post cos im hungry and i cant focus. HEH. gina koh! get your brain into studying gear. it's the attack of the nerds today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the bad thing about having opinions is that you get different ones about a particualr incident. and it sucks sometimes cos you have to end up explaining what you meant in the first place. hooey. so im telling you now and straight. im not asking you to grow up. i cant stop you if you want to continue thinking that way, but NO im not asking you to grow up. maybe it seems that way but honestly there wasnt any intent in it. this is why i should never speak in riddles or in a metaphorical sense. harummph.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1215224894153266090-262761197365867213?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/262761197365867213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=262761197365867213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/262761197365867213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/262761197365867213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/06/pride-that-swells-in-your-heart-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rnsu0SklFNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8pBIY91mQeU/s72-c/dongbang17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-4522666018872783055</id><published>2007-06-19T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T12:34:05.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RndboCklFMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pmWSx1GtXmU/s1600-h/dongbang80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077627848326714562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RndboCklFMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pmWSx1GtXmU/s200/dongbang80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's time for you to grow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*am i the only dongbang fan who hasnt watched the FITB advert?! grumbles X( *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanted to blog about/complain about this week being the last week of the holidays but i realised so what you cant make time slow down anyway so im just gonna savour the moment and study away for this remaining week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;during these past few days i've been thinking more and more about how ridiculous the world is. honestly. or at least the world in a Singaporean context. im sure that if someone were to write a song about the disgusting/insane lifestyle that you have when you're here, it'll be the hottest download on limewire or something. You spend a third or so of your life studying to be able to earn big money when you reach part II of your life. then you spend part II of your life trying to earn big money to sustain your life. and then when you're old and senile and wrinkled like some old prune, you find it difficult to sit back and relax cos you're either too old or too stressed out and not working makes you feel funny. tell me what kind of world is so depraved??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know when you're young or even now you read stories or personally experience situations whereby you're told to go for your dream, work hard, you'll get it and all that spazz. but reality strikes back cos often, when we want to achieve ours dreams, we end up altering a part of ourselves such that when we do eventually reach our goal, the original being that aspired so is gone, and what's left is just someone who works, well to sustain. either that happens, or we deviate from our dream, cos it just 'isnt practical', or it 'doesnt earn you enough money' or 'no one believes in you enough to help you along the way'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;welcome to the real world pretty much yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank God for friends and the like, or not you'll just rot from within and end up as a souless and lifeless shell thank you very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sheesh. i sound pretty morbid in what i've said so far. but oh well this is what happens when you live in the current world today i guess. im not depressed or anything. it's just something that i've observed for the pass few days cum weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;was reading someone's blog just and it just kinda made me think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we cant superman the past. it's become broken, it's remnants scattered in our various memories, to the point where we're not sure what was. and then we have the present, where impressions are formed before strangers meet due to willing tongues and listening ears. and you reminiscence about times where anguish and anger did not exist in our world. then again, who brought the monster in in the first place? scratch that. playing the blame game and recollecting will not work any longer, so just what do we do? finally we have the future, and this black abyss makes us wonder where we'll end up. it's an eventual 'to each their own', and now i ponder over whether you'll be lost without our invisible guidance that i hold dear to my heart. but then i return to where i first began, and grief over what's broken, that no amount of tears or words can fix. maybe it's like what a friend once told me, it's better to realise that your cogs couldnt mesh with each other, rather than force them together and cause the whole clockwork to be destroyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boys and girls, it's time to grow up.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-4522666018872783055?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4522666018872783055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=4522666018872783055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/4522666018872783055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/4522666018872783055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-time-for-you-to-grow-up-am-i-only.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RndboCklFMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pmWSx1GtXmU/s72-c/dongbang80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-4214849877946209871</id><published>2007-06-11T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:22:29.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rm1MOEJN3TI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Z6OC5ohWbBo/s1600-h/shadow+of+3%5Bedit%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074796159630695730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="172" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rm1MOEJN3TI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Z6OC5ohWbBo/s200/shadow+of+3%5Bedit%5D.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's a simple matter of words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;give 1 word to describe how you're feeling now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;disgusted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;name 1 thing that you currently need:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;INSPIRATION TO STUDY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;give a reason why you arent able to achieve what you need:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos im frickin lazy and my heart just refuses to cooperate with my brain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suggest a suitable plan that will help you achieve what you need:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;get my lazy arse off the comp and return to the WONDERFUL world of chem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*it's not that bad actually i just need to focus*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;name 1 thing that has made you happy for today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ghost whisperer is coming back on 22 june! now where the heck's grey's??!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. the above questionnaire was a completely random act of mine. questions and answers were supplied by yours truly. my goodness. see the extent of my boredom. it's not that i have nothing to do. it's whether i WANT to do the list of things that are available for me to do. which in actual fact, is kinda compulsory cos well, it involves studying. i just need a one-way focus to keep me in tuned to what's important. harrumphh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahh. enough talk about studying. it gets me angsty. on a brighter note, i have finally found what i've been looking for. now all that matters is getting to do it. do i sound like im talking nonsense im not all right. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think this is just gonna be a short post cos firstly, there's not that much to blog about in this insanely boring life of mine i so need to go out to study cos studying at home makes me sleepy and lose focus easily. furthermore, the weather is a frickin's killer and you feel like you're in an oven the whole time. *baking overload*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to the airport at 5-something in the morning tomorrow cos im gonna send my dearest oldest sister off to thailand for mission trip in phuket. i SO WISH i could go darn this exams. i havent been able to go for missions cos of the bad timings can. sigh. ok nevermind, end of this year...i hopee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hide under the covers every night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos im afraid when i spy daylight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're no longer there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-4214849877946209871?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4214849877946209871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=4214849877946209871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/4214849877946209871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/4214849877946209871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-simple-matter-of-words.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rm1MOEJN3TI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Z6OC5ohWbBo/s72-c/shadow+of+3%5Bedit%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-382696249681261326</id><published>2007-06-08T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:04:08.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RmlQQUJN3RI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DhGclLKAFls/s1600-h/dongbang24.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073674696425069842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RmlQQUJN3RI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DhGclLKAFls/s200/dongbang24.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;please remember to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know i havent been blogging for quite a while. but not many people read this anyway right? havent felt like blogging and everytime i come to this page i end up not typing anything cos i only draw blanks. then i tried to blog just now but i sounded all crappy and whiny and i ended up feeling crappy and whiny myself and i thought to myself, "shit gina why does your life sound so bad" but after reading various blogs i realised that i actually have lots to give thanks for and so i shant be all depressive and such. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes. i shall talk about the OHANA camp which i came back from on wednesday. the camp was in KL, in a hotel called Palace of the Golden Horses. MY GOODNESS funny name right but the place is seriously humongus [how on earth do you spell this] and the whole place has images and motifs of horses eveywhere. even the soap bottles are horse shaped. i shall post a picture of it when i have the time cos my sister took home the bottles. haha. the camp was basically a verywelcomed R &amp;amp; R for me cos i needed the break from school and stressful singapore and going as a helper meant that i could relax....more. haha. it was quite fun to watch the adults and children play and try to come in first and stuff. and well, you can really discover a lot about human nature through games and competition. i miss that huge bed in the hotel room, with the wonderful bathtub and aircon. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we reached home at around 8 something on wednesday night cos the coach came late. and i had a physics tutorial and a chem consult the next day at 8 in the morning. PLUS! england was playing estonia for the euro cup qualifiers at 230am and of course the devoted england fan in me had to watch the match and so i did which caused me to end up sleeping at 4 in the morning, having slept at 2 prior to that cos i was doing the dratted physics tutorial. and through the day i didnt return home except to change and bathe to go out to meet vien and jayne to study. had dinner at NYNY with fusion! and let me say that the place is run by filipinos please. not that i have anything against them but it's kinda funny dont you think that the place is called NYNY.... and i shant delve any further cos i might end up getting hauled off to jail. haha. oh yes forgot to add. ENGLAND WON 3-0 and BECKHAM [ohmyhe'ssofine] assisted in 2 of the goals. AH-HAH take that mcclaren! *dances with glee*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was reading rahiee's blog and i spotted this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"that's it. it can now be scientifically concluded that sarah's brain doesn't work right after 1am. and thus the above mentioned person shall now go to sleep before she totally dies in the swimming pool tomorrow. if, in any event, should she drown because she fell asleep in the water, all her dong bang albums and singles will be distributed evenly amongst all fellow dong bang fans/friends. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gina, you'll get all my storybooks. and oh yeah. you can have my holiday homework too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vien, you get to keep heechul the cat and all my jap/korean dramas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;renee, you'll get my dong bang posters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jayne, you can have all my instant noodles. and my secret stash of instant miso soup."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY ON EARTH DOES VIEN GET THE GOOD STUFF and i get the HOMEWORK EH?. i shall go consult dear sarah on this when i see her again. hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and i was just dongbang-ing on photobucket and i just thought i should insert a count on how many dong bang pictures and individual respectively. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as of now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dongbang [group]: 44&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jaejoong: 41&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yunho: 27 [this will increase very soon i assure everyone no i did not deviate and no i dont like jaejoong more than yunho =)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yoochun: 15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;junsu: 14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;changmin: 14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA. ok so in total dongbang goodness equals...155. oh my that like so pales in comparision to vien but well she has more computer space and time and wont get remarks like PLASTIC SURGERY whenever her family sees pictures of jaejoong. my family is so unsupportive. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. list of things i HAVE TO DO within these last two weeks of holidayyy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-finish that GP holiday homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-study my fats away for the mids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-go to toa payoh park for a picnic with the Three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-go shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-get a new phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YES. i want braces no wait i need braces. now i just need to convince certain major shareholders involved in this project to well, approve of this project. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY. so in order to reduce the list of things to do i had better go off now before nagging ensues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;*oh no dont leeeeeeeaaveeee* junsu is so funny. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-382696249681261326?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/382696249681261326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=382696249681261326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/382696249681261326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/382696249681261326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/06/please-remember-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RmlQQUJN3RI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DhGclLKAFls/s72-c/dongbang24.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-6446541093742870104</id><published>2007-05-16T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:54:57.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;raindrops kiss my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*i love them for who they are*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RksM79z6cKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NecJjzxKMCk/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065156430252372130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RksM79z6cKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NecJjzxKMCk/s200/003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been a while since i've blogged. i think. oh smoosh who cares anyway. i honestly cant believe next week's the last week of school. and then onward to the june holidays, and then school re-opens and the CTs begin! omg so fast yes? but honestly i cant wait for june to come. cos i NEED A BREAK. i need a few days where i dont need to wake up in the early morning and trudge through the day and reach home in the evening. ok speaking of school. the workload's getting heavier. there are more tests. everyday is just a cyclical process. although there really are times when there's merriment and laughter, there are also periods whereby you really wish you could just not give a thought to your whole future and just disappear for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a brighter note, the weather's been merciful these few days. well it actually depends on what you define as merciful. consider rainy weather, with it ranging from raging storms to pathetic drizzles. then the scorching sun comes back and takes over. that's when i cower in the shelter and pray for clouds to shield us. but then again, the sun's great too, i just detest HUMIDITY. it's a killer i tell you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so now that you've had a quite detailed report on the weather for the past few days from this amateur weatherwoman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A BIG HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAR CHILLER/1.5 ANGEL ZOEY CHEW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that you're 17th and in the big poly and everything you must be wiser and and everything else ok. LOVE MY CHILLER TO BITS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man. i have an econs test tomorrow and i havent studied. i guess i should be logging off now to study. which i will. caught the flu bug yesterday and it's been an annoying deterrent to my work. came home early today and napped for around 3 hours or so. completely wasted and im still having that headache. OH yeah, speaking of sickness. jaejoong fainted today [OMG ALERT] but according to vien he's better now. hoho jae please take care or yunho will oh yeah which reminds me vien gan's flying to japan tomorrow to give him the 3/4 TLC and 1/4 from rah and me. ok go vien, with the health products and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ALL RIGHT! it's time for me to go. man, fictional-izing my life with vien is damn fun. here are small excerpts before i go. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;* i changed the fonts so it's easier to differentiate. =D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gina; there'sanangelresidinginyourheart says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh no my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gina; there'sanangelresidinginyourheart says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aish aish. ok you say he's better one ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gina; there'sanangelresidinginyourheart says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;vien gan you better take care of your husband/boyfriend/fiance whatever ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;gina; there'sanangelresidinginyourheart says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*sends health products whatever thing that works over*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(vivien) kimi no kokoro says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im skipping school tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(vivien) kimi no kokoro says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;catching the last flight to jap tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;gina; there'sanangelresidinginyourheart says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gina; there'sanangelresidinginyourheart says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i go your house now and pass you all the health tonics whatever thing i got for jae. express delivery i just ordered online&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and whoo there goes the life of fiction and as such. Ah! it's 10:36. i seriously need to go after i settle plans for tomorrow with them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i want to shun the normality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what they associate with nature&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to defy the barriers they set&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they and their idea of relationships&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stand alone and be different&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shant entertain their childish thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;say whatever you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll do what i have to.&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/1215224894153266090-6446541093742870104?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/6446541093742870104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=6446541093742870104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/6446541093742870104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/6446541093742870104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/05/raindrops-kiss-my-skin-i-love-them-for.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RksM79z6cKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NecJjzxKMCk/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-4373807914783744247</id><published>2007-05-07T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:45:43.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my favourite thing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the 8th week of Term 2!! oh man does time really fly. like a bird in the sky. till the sun dont shine...ok im digressing here. anyhoo. im positively tired out la. and it's only the first day of the week! well, i guess i would be tired if i havent slept well during the weekends, and owing to the fact that i was watching soccer till 1am this morning. i am SO UPSET that chelsea's out of the running, firstly cos well ya duh i support them, but secondly cos when manu meets them to finish up the season there'd be no kick when they play. boringsmoring. but there's the FA cup final..so i guess we shall see. sleepy exhaustion in class today. was falling asleep towards the end of physics lecture and tutorial. aishh. ooh. got a surprise with my results for physics test today. seriously thought i was gonna fail. oh well. thank God yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the weather was a frickin hot moron today. it was honestly HOT to a T. like a mixture of humidity with scorching heat. just walking from the canteen to the bookshop can make you sweat la! MY GOODNESS. i LOVE the person who invented the air-con. He obviously knew global warming was on the way and all that. Yay for him and the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh! met celestiE for dinner today at longjohn's hougang mall. it was great to see her. she cut her hair AGAIN! it's short but nice i guess. haha. talked a lot to her. bout school, bout life, bout everything under the sun. ahhhhh good times bagus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i sense an increased load in my homework on the way. well with midyears coming after the holidays and everything else i guess it would right. aye what am i talking about. it's a given! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i sense another immenient thing coming my way. it involves going offline to celebrate a certain brat's birthday. aye. shant go into details bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;photos photos they brighten my life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a thing of the past...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-4373807914783744247?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4373807914783744247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=4373807914783744247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/4373807914783744247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/4373807914783744247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-favourite-thing-to-do-its-8th-week.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-7388332363784037175</id><published>2007-05-03T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:04:01.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;when you dont know what else to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger screwed up on me in the previous post (sucky paragraphing) and im hoping i dont get a repeat of it in this post. ANYHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've suddenly got the urge to kick/throw something. oh man i must have gotten this syndrome from rahh. cos everytime we're on the escalator she'll get the urge to kick jayne. or the person in front of her. aiyur. but i still feel that way la. tch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so blahdeebloo. school's a mess. well actually it's not la. it's just that i've been quite busy. PW's the bane of everyone's life but you have to deal with it. trigo is my worst nightmare i dont know i gotta call my boogieman to take it away. gp is full of words and mindmaps and words oh joyy.  chem. ooh chem. thoust friend or foe. i'd like to think friend so i better get a B or better for the next test. yippeeyaymeidontknow? and finally econs oh dear elastic friend i'd like to get to know you better and since we had our first test of friendship today let's pass it well ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been helping out at sports heats for the past 3 days, with the exception of tuesday. MUD MUD and MORE MUD. that's all i have to say. AND i nearly got hit on the head by a 1.5kg discus THREE times today. it was fun though. for a period of time and then it got boring. felt like a racing car official for the first 2 days, and a farmer for today. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now my current target for kicking is SARAH WAN YUE YING for tormenting me with sadistic guessing games. *imaginary kick to her butt*&lt;br /&gt;HARRUMPH. i give up on playing mindgames with her. shant waste my brain cells. i have a GP mindmap to finish! alamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aish. it's late! i have this humungous ugly abrasion i dontknowwhatyoucallitbutithurts on the joint of my second toe. it's the result of a burn la. annoying and it makes running/walking difficult. wearing a big adhesive plaster and sandals tomorrow. alrightey. for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just recall back and smile.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-7388332363784037175?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/7388332363784037175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=7388332363784037175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/7388332363784037175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/7388332363784037175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-you-dont-know-what-else-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-3045818319827423842</id><published>2007-04-29T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:27:55.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and i'll watch over your heart for you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RjS4hua9ZnI/AAAAAAAAADw/LQ6MA67DH5s/s1600-h/eb90f908.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been a long week. i think i'll keep this short. there's a physics test tomorrow. so screwed la i think. measurement, physical quantities and all that stuff could you please just enter my head and stay there. thank you very much. i dont know why but i've just been feeling very out of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorts these few days. i dont feel like doing work i just wanna stone. aish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yesterday saw us celebrating my brother's 10th birthday. small boys=big terrors. no matter how cute or adorable they might be they are still big terrors and that fact willl never change. jayne, vien and rennai came over to have supper. animal drama ensued after. shant go into details. just that cats are meaniepoks. hahah im biased who cares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;momomo~ was watching the dance floor just now. so vas &amp; pris won. ok la. they're good. liked fan4 better though. thank God tuesday's a holiday. i need the break. studying, resting, video-ing. cant wait for tomorrow to be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i seem to be sounding very very dead. and i sense a late night ahead. all right then. time for me to disappear to the world of physics and 1 gp mindmap. aiyee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;give me an eternal camera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'll record down everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from the trials we have to the joys of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then when im old and senile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can remember.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos everything that we've been through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;be they good or bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;funny or sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they're the things that'll sustain me for a lifetime.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;till the day you become you again-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1215224894153266090-3045818319827423842?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/3045818319827423842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=3045818319827423842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/3045818319827423842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/3045818319827423842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-ill-watch-over-your-heart-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-5847081482349817166</id><published>2007-04-23T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:29:07.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the internal tug of war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i told vivien just now. im in a &lt;em&gt;canthewholeworldjustshutupineedtorunawaysomewhere&lt;/em&gt; mood at the moment. it's just a random moment la. im thinking it'll go away after a while. when i wake up from this blah-ish feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. school. i dont know...school. what can i say that hasn't been said eh? i think..maybe im finally getting used to it? school today was actually quite ok. i didnt feel too tired today. maybe cos i drank two shots of coffee, one before i left for school and another during lunch. for the first time since the beginning of school, i DID NOT fall asleep/feel like falling asleep during the physics lecture/tutorial. then when we had first period chem today i felt kindasorta high la. partly cos ms tan was being nice, and also cos well, you just feel like it i guess. but it was ohsofrickinhot it was plain annoying i tell you. thank God for fans yes. then the day just dragged on and on. very routined in a way. but of course there were inserts of funny nonsense here and there. it was adrian's birthday today, but he didnt get shoved in the toilet cos he was super careful, well after what happened to kenny i guess he would be. =)) well other than that PE was disgusting cos he made us do that 800m in 4 minutes thingy and i dont like cos my muscles were SORE due to yesterday's iPlay. ooh! speaking of which-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEAM UNDERWHERE?! were overall champions for iPlay!!!! =)) so happy so gay. i love love love our team we are so cool we rock the house oh yeah hurrah. aish if my scanner was working properly i'd upload the team photo but no nevermind i shall wait for glenn's CD! had quite a lot of fun yesterday, though my muscles really ache and i think i never wanna compete in ANY track &amp; field event evereverever again cos i really stink at it. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think i might be out of that crappy mood already. so that's a good thing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's times like this that i realise that even they cant give me respite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know who i can turn to, i honestly do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but why arent i doing it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that i have no clue to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list of things i have to do during the week [complete and unabridged i think]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- PI FINAL DRAFT&lt;br /&gt;- GPP DRAFT #1&lt;br /&gt;- STUDY FOR THURSDAY'S CHEM TEST&lt;br /&gt;- DO TUTORIALS&lt;br /&gt;- EAT FRUITS ONLY&lt;br /&gt;- BE HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so maybe the list's not too complete. i cant think of anymore at the moment but eh that seems quite a bit for the moment no? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh! going pulau tekong this wednesday for an NE trip. interesting yeah. all right i think i'd better go off now if i wanna start crossing items off my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont know what im hearing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont know what to think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to believe in what i see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or to thy familar's soliloquy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to take this step forward would mean to shed the old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos it's real difficult to mantain neutrality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe im jealous. oh fie away monster of green. this was eventual, you ought to have known that. so spit out that bitter taste in your mouth. hide your unhappiness and face them like you mean it, cos you really should. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's time to grow up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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/1215224894153266090-5847081482349817166?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/5847081482349817166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=5847081482349817166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/5847081482349817166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/5847081482349817166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/04/internal-tug-of-war-like-i-told-vivien.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-4155808753796334670</id><published>2007-04-18T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T13:24:59.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;there and back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 1252 and im alone at home, staring at the computer while it stares back at me. NO i didnt pon school, as some people thought. im at home cos i got a yucky case of food poisoning last night. so gross right. and i was thinking to myself on the way home that i havent vomitted for a very long time. pahhh. well basically i started having the stomache while i was on the way hom on the 113 bus with moli. and i was still complaining bout it to her, she thought i had gastric. then when i reached home it got worse. and though i TRIED to use the comp and read fics it wouldnt go away. so annoying. and it got so bad i ended up lying on the sofa till 8 something feeling pissed and that was when i heaved and threw up. twice. with an interval of 10-15 minutes. eew right. and so i went to the doctor's, who was super funny i tell you. made me laugh so much. he reminded me of yoochun. really really. so now i've got an mc and my stomach still feels funny but at least the puking has stopped. so much for details eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohooh. i just watched a small part of star king where the mini dongbangs appeared. SOOOOOO megafrickinultra cute i tell you. especially mini xiah. soo cutecute oozing cuteness cute! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aish that funny ache is back. Harummphh. i wanna go practise shooting later. BUT, the ball in my house is damn lousy pok and has no air. so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i just wanna tell those people who read my previous post and told me to cheer up THANK YOU for being sweet and finding out if im ok. really love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i think this shall be it for now. school's basically been pretty routined so far. wake up. go school. have lessons. come home. with inserts of training and tuition in between. the class is....ok la. there are fun times, and then sometimes the feeling's shitty. ok. i shall go off now to rest and do whatever it is sick people do. and i got work to do too! ok rest first. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-4155808753796334670?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4155808753796334670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=4155808753796334670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/4155808753796334670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/4155808753796334670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/04/there-and-back-again-its-1252-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-7745239336155406684</id><published>2007-04-12T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:42:40.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;there must be more than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i AM ANNOYED. very annoyed right now cos IE screwed up on me and made the whole post i was typing just now disappear so now im just irritated. but since&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;i was pretty much typing emo-ish stuff just now it might be better that it disappeared. Ah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school's been what. just rather annoying. tiring. heaps of homework. blahblahblah. you know, NORMAL school stuff. yuppyupp it's the life and time of every J1 student. whoopee yay. *rolls eyes* oh yeah training's officially started. i've gotta get out of the netball motion if i wanna do well for basketball. but i really miss netball....darnit. okok, new commitments, new beginnings. we have to move on right? AISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with the 3 today. i sorely sorely miss them. you know how last time you always see some people saying like 'love you so much it hurts', 'miss you so much it hurts' blahblahblah and then you'd think wth this person is so whatever. but i sorta understand what they mean. maybe they were just being emo or fake but i guess what im saying now is that i know what it means to miss someone to the point where you dont wanna do it no longer cos it'll just make things worse for you. that's how it feels like to me. and i was SO happy when i saw rah today cos i didnt know she was coming and then i was just so so glad to see her cos i thought i'd missed my chance yesterday [long story shant elaborate] talked quite a bit with them, and then we settled down to do work [yes we really did some work this time] and stuff. loveem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's friday tomorrow. why does time pass so fast eh? HMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sick of those looks directed at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sick of not knowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant help but feel annoyed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's so special that cant be said?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont want my life to go on like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos it's plain stupid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there must be more than this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no offence to you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i cant seem to find a friend.&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/1215224894153266090-7745239336155406684?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/7745239336155406684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=7745239336155406684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/7745239336155406684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/7745239336155406684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/04/there-must-be-more-than-this-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-1487284237346455756</id><published>2007-04-08T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:06:51.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this time machine waits for no man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know something. time passes by really really really fast. it was just last Sunday that we had floorball, and i had curry kway tiao for dinner. ok that's besides the point but time passes super fast. we're moving on to the 4th week of Term 2 already! aiyee. i guess maybe 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 52 weeks, 12 months and 365 days a year isnt enough sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so HMM. floorball. it was super fun. superduperwuper fun. if only i brought a camera, and then we could've recorded all the fun stuff down. so we lost at the captain's ball finals, got 4th place. BUT, we emerged 2nd for floorball! which was ohsosurprising, cos we so didnt expect to like even get into the q-finals or whatever la. and then when we found out that we'd be playing in the finals we were like ?!?! haha. although the beginning was like kinda urhhhh and i was silently scolding the person who invented floorball for being too lousy at hockey and that's why he/she invented floorball but in the end i kinda enjoyed myself. =)) go whacked by the ball and sticks quite a few times, but it was fun la. team UNDERWHERE?! aye! gene will be going into army on tuesday oh shoots hope he'll be able to come out on the 22nd to play for the final iPlay which involves Track &amp; Field [UGHH]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schoolsmool. it's been ok so far i guess. i look....NOT BAD in the SR uni. and apparently jayne thinks SR's uniform's nice or something i dont know la. at the way she was praising it to the skies you'd think it was like hugo boss or something. haha. so among the mountain of tutorials that the teachers pile on us day by day, school's been fine. s22's funny, the people are quite ok. so...overall pretty dandy la. im officially in basketball, riveira must be happy. HMM. to me, girls' basketball is like a giant catfight over one guy, well in this case the guy's well, a ball la. but yeah..that's how i see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN last night was an ultra cooliofesto. sonic edge is THE BOMB i tell you. though it was seriouslyway past the norm human hearing level, it was good stuff. worship + sermon= WHOO! and i finally got the meaning of everything. oh but the funny thing bout yesterday's service was that the 4 of us [me,vien,rah and rah liu] had no place to sit cos vien WAS LATE and so we ended up sitting in the cryroom. and we felt like some quarantined animals sorta thing la. like we were in an enclosure and the glass was to let other people see us. HAHA. and vien even went to the extent of acting the part out please! LPD. good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for easter service just now. felt so tired;/sleepy. managed to get the basic gist of pastor's sermon though. went for family lunch at sgoon chicken rice. long time since i've been there. miss the environment yes. ok so i think im gonna nap for a shortwhile after this and then wake up to continue knocking down my mountain of tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i wish you happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;that you'd find what we couldnt give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i wish you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so that you'll look beyond yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i wish you consciousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;may you remember the good, and learn from the bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;cos this time machine cant wait no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and you cant stay transient either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but know. just know- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-1487284237346455756?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/1487284237346455756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=1487284237346455756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/1487284237346455756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/1487284237346455756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-time-machine-waits-for-no-man-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-3969880304319422406</id><published>2007-04-01T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T01:19:30.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;when the line between starts to blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling pretty idontknowwhatimfeelingnow. just kinda sian, with a dash of annoyance and slight satisfaction la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im satisfied cos Plan Vivien went, well according to plan. I shall leave all the details to vien who'd PROBABLY blog about it cos right now im simply too blah-edup to say everything out. In short, good times, bad food, fun time, love us. but really it was nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im annoyed cos i think PW is out to ruin everybody's life, including mine. and things are made even worse when your teacher originates from fail-PW land. pishposhohmygosh i have zero idea how to go about doing this whole thing, and whoever from the Mud of Earth thought of this stupid 'think creatively and critcally' BS deserves to get flogged 10 times by every single student taking PW. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, im sian partly cos of PW, and partly cos i have a ton of homework and only a snitch of time. cos tomorrow there's floorball the whole day and i'd have no time to do work so i have to complete everything tonight. and there's killer PE on monday, which will be followed by killer canoe PT, so all in all i dont know if i'll be alive by the end of monday which is why im feeling sian. oh thank goodness im not panicking eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and another thing to add. my uniform comes from the land of NFS-no fashion sense. seriously. ok i know uniforms arent suppose to be a fashion statement or whatever but HELLO?! this is JC life we're talking about. looking good IS part and parcel of JC life, no matter how shallow it might sound but i mean come one you'd wanna look good in your uniform right? but how can you if you have the blouse which is almost as thin as those sheets you find in hotel 81, and skirts the length that belong to nuns?! [no offense to nuns ok] how you tell me? AND, you hire a supplier that is UBER inefficient who ends up getting your mom all pissed cos of their inefficiency in doing a proper job. AISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this whole post, or most of this post has been full of whining/bitching/complaining/whatever. i shall be back after monday [if im still alive] to blog more about vien's birthday, maniacal PE and the experiences of wearing uniforms from the land of NFS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how do i know if im loving you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i'll go anywhere with you, even to walk through the stars"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-3969880304319422406?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/3969880304319422406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=3969880304319422406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/3969880304319422406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/3969880304319422406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-line-between-starts-to-blur-im.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-6359682175316421152</id><published>2007-03-20T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T19:36:48.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;before the stars come out to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'll watch the sunset together okay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. major splitting headache now. and stupid berry's not helping with his nonsensical nonsense. talk about pure self-illusion please. harrummpph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suju's 'miracle' makes me high and happy. it just gets you all bright and alive and makes you wanna jump about. no im not doing that now dont worry. a truly miracle-bringer song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. it's the 2nd day of lectures of the 1st week of term 2 of the 1st year of my JC life of the 17th year that im born in. the feeling's SOOOO sian cos they have like 3 hour long breaks which seriously are too much cos there's nothing much to unless you wanna mug and bahh it's SO SIAN i tell you. and because of the waiting time i end school at like 4 plus 5 plus somewhere there. annoying much? i hope that when i get my new timetable the latest i end will be like 3 plus. i hopeprayplease. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my new class is 1S22. i dont what i can say bout them..since i havent exactly had a lot of interaction time with them other than at CEC which wasnt exactly very classbonding-fied either. but i guess they're basically ok and not crazy or weird so ya that's good. ohoh and i found a churchmate who's my classmate! or a classmate who's my churchmate! aiyah same thing. his name is shawn and i just found out that he's in PLMC. the world's so small. or maybe singapore. we have a total of 22+2. im saying +2 cos we apparently still have these 2 people who are MIA-ish so actually we only have 22 currently or not we'll have 24. 11 guys, 13 girls. ok la the ratio. better than 1S15..but i MISS them SOSOSO much. was just talking to jac just now about them, like how we miss khad and grace and all that. aishh. oh well. atleast we had good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so onward to the future and let us welcome new beginnings! geez i sound like some PAP/government/national day slogan. HAH. the 2nd intake people are ok. made some new friends already..i guess it's really just about adapting and embracing for these 2 years. who knows what the future brings. hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh we had a PW briefing today. and it doesnt seem nice. really. ohoh! captain's ball on sunday was real fun. though it was like superduper hot and stuff and some bad stuff happened it was overall real nice and i met funny people and team underwhere?! made it into the semi-s! though what happened in the end was quite sad but i think our team still rocked. apparently my sister and i are called the twin towers. oh well. whatever they sayyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life could get better....lalalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i saw the stars shining in the night&lt;br /&gt;imagine the light&lt;br /&gt;the jewels of the sky&lt;br /&gt;now i wish i could fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to watch the sky fall with you&lt;br /&gt;that's the last thing i want to do&lt;br /&gt;before darkness closes in on me&lt;br /&gt;before i cease to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so, tell me again how long is forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-6359682175316421152?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/6359682175316421152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=6359682175316421152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/6359682175316421152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/6359682175316421152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/03/before-stars-come-out-to-play-well.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-5820983182059988783</id><published>2007-03-14T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:31:46.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RfgROEYMhOI/AAAAAAAAADM/KN47mH6X-bA/s1600-h/PIC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041798716232336610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RfgROEYMhOI/AAAAAAAAADM/KN47mH6X-bA/s320/PIC_0023.JPG" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;when you're sick and cant get up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really sucks when you're sick. really. really. sucks. you feel crappy and grumpy and yucky and you gotta control your temper cos other people dont deserve to bear the brunt of your sickness. [oh so nice]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there's the oh so great CLASS EXCELLENCE CAMP tomorrow. i mean really, whoever came up with the name has some serious creativity lessons to take. but anyway though the name's kinda cornybornysnorny, im hoping it'll be fun and that i'll somehow miraculously get to gel with my class well. and though i think i'll be sitting out of the games half the time or maybe full due to sickness and other liabilities, i hope i can get to know my classmates well and like make friends and all that social stuff. who knew making friends could take so much of you right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i discovered something else about myself today. i think i would never wholly agree to something unless both my heart and my head agree, like complete balance and in sync kinda thing. otherwise i wouldnt like it and be uncomfortable with it. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough venturing into this funny thinking of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh. cluver you suck you make my life irritable. i dont like you at all. go away i've got more important things to attend to rather than babysitting you. puuuu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh letme introduce you to somebody:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041809676988876018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="178" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RfgbMEYMhPI/AAAAAAAAADU/8uO1XT0E9B0/s320/PIC_0007.JPG" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nah she's not as crazy as she looks. or maybe she is.&lt;/em&gt; =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is khad. khad's my friend. she was my classmate during the 1st 3 months and she's superduper hyper. see that pink hairband? that's her trademark. cant find her look for the hairband. that's what i do anyway. Ha. and now she's not happy cos half of s15's in SR while she's in TP. ohwell. khad we still love you all the same. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aish i seriously wanna get my hands onto some photo editing software cos this new comp doesnt have one and i have to use the blue screen one if i wanna edit which isnt much help cos the blue screen affects everything..BAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohooh. went shopping yesterday. so fun so fun. we sorta like travelled all over singapore yes? let me illustrate our travel route. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041814770820089090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="282" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rfgf0kYMhQI/AAAAAAAAADc/1DTeFZ3xp88/s320/journey.jpg" width="392" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure if you can see it clearly. but anyway it goes something like from CJ all the way to heartland mall. it was real fun shopping, although it was like 1 plus before we could actually do some shopping owing to some unexpected stuff happening but it was real fun sitting in the car and waiting and listening. =)) so the shopping was filled with lots and lots of laughter and fighting over plastic bags [there's a reason trust me] and more laughing. bought a pair of everlast shoes. and now it's just my bag. spotted a few potential ones, hoping to get on before the holidays end. or not i'll never get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i sense new beginnings ahead. lots and lots of it. oh well. i better go off now right or not i'll feel even worse tomorrow during CEC. or maybe i'll get real sick till i have to go doctor which i dont like to. eeishh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's a reason for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that i am so sure of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;withstand. withstand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the future hides the most secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let us be the one with the crystal ball instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will you hold on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-5820983182059988783?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/5820983182059988783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=5820983182059988783' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-3878422719345886545</id><published>2007-03-10T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T02:45:59.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's wavering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just dont know what else to do...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently i do this when im angry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*conversation with vivien*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gina; ineedanangelandahalf says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;vien can i ask you something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivien says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;uh ya?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gina; ineedanangelandahalf says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what do i when im angry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivien says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;uhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivien says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;usually youll be like keep quiet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;vivien says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont talk much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;vivien says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;sulk abit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;vivien says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never express it pretty much openly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;vivien says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gina; ineedanangelandahalf says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i got sulk meh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;gina; ineedanangelandahalf says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivien says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but theres this slight sense of anger.. anger bubbles flying about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;vivien says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha YOU ANGRY YOU CAN SMILE HAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*forgive me if the colours are not the same. the whole blue screen thing is affecting everything i see*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the anger bubbles part. i imagine them to look like bubbles, but cos they're anger bubbles they have spikes around them. funny imagination eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt go school today. it was just too much to take. everything. so i spent the whole day today hiding from the world and what it wanted from me. and ended up staring into space on my bed, which was the prequel to falling asleep and forgetting everything that's been happening in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[it's just not fair, not fair at all]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, went with jie to the IT fair [again] to buy a new com!! so cool so cool but i had to trolley that stupid CU around and the wheel hit my ankle and now i think it's gonna form a bruise by tomorrow morning cos it hurts like yeow when i touch it. darn. but the good thing's that come sunday or sooner, i wont have to face this annoyingly blue screen anymore! or at least for most of them time. although this computer has served us faithfully for the past...i dont know 5 years or so, it's time to move into semi-retirement. i was just thinking just now bout how technology evolves. in the past, the monitor used to be this big and bulky thing that was bigger than the CU, but now it's like the opposite. cos my sister was carrying the monitor which was just this flat carry-along box with a handle while i was carting that BIG box which contained the CU. funny how these sorta things happen eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the beginning of the march holidays! time passes like how quickly please. i cant believe i've already gone into 3 months of my JC life. 21 more to go and we're done. wow. and it's really up to me to make these 21 months count...shoots i have to go back for bridging lessons on monday and tuesday..and that's all because i failed chem by 3%....darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear future,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it seems like you're this big black hole that has no bottom and something that im gonna fall into at any moment. you are too cruel, to leave me hanging where i shouldnt be, throwing me to wherever you feel like it. stop playing me already, i dont think my life can take it much longer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you very much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;It is what gets me through the day and especially the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;-we can do this. i know we can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-3878422719345886545?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/3878422719345886545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just promise me one thing ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been..an eventful week. im real tired right now, but not physically, more mentally i think. it's just that quite a few things have been happening, one after another, and i guess i just need a short break from it...for a while, even if it means just an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know something? i just discovered plus confirmed something about myself. i like the quietness of the morning, before everyone in the family starts to wake up and go about their daily stuff. i like it when the morning's just silent and peaceful, with its solitude as my companion. quietness is something that you rarely get in my family, and so like i guess i reall appreciate the mornings. like today for example when i woke up at 8 something. the whole family was still sleeping, and i was just using the com, without music. i really enjoyed it for some reason. so i guess...i like the quiet, sometimes. =)) and then my auntie had to go and call and wake my mother up and everyone just started waking up. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday's my last day of school in SR [tentatively+almost], and i guess the memories that i've made there are something to be treasured, and definitely not to be forgotten. i never expected to say this, but i think that the time i've spent in SR just opened my eyes to another type of world, one where i didnt see before. so with another closure brings another beginning, and with that i'll definitely look forward to what happens in the future. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my sister's chasing me off the com [AGAIN], going on and on about you promised, you always get carried away yadidada. okok so fine im going. cant wait to get a new com. WHOOT! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what do you do when you've said all that you've could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what do you do when you've done all that you can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just stand back and watch?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or yearn to be able to make something happen?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just how will you decide?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;;dont make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-6642427062453317402?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/6642427062453317402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=6642427062453317402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/6642427062453317402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/6642427062453317402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-promise-me-one-thing-ok-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-885078243771761409</id><published>2007-03-01T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:54:22.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all i want is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to save someone like you, who means the world to someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's freezing cold! but i like it! it hasnt rained like this for like..a month or somewhere already? the weather's so cooling it just makes you feel all fuzzy and nice. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. today. hmm. what to say. Rainy. Wet. Nice. Jayne and vien came over, after a failed attempt to crash MJ. hahabighooha. uhm..left school at 1130? heh. and i shall stop at that. honestly...i didnt like it one bit. went to heartland, walked a bit, went to vien's house. video-ed away. jayne slept [again!] due to vien's lovely[??] piano playing. haha it was quite plesant to listen to la. so while she slept, i read fanfics.&lt;br /&gt;then we just talked for a while, known as bonding. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to rah's house to watch MO GONG yesterday. it was kinda cool in a way, like really a battle of wits kinda thing? but there were quite a few stupid parts, like the king, and jinsuo [who's character was like a bit shameless to me] and blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;had my first tuition yesterday too. though i was like 10 minutes late! the 153 bus took so long to come...and i was super kanchiong can. haha. the boy...he's rather eager to learn. and he's kinda sweet. so cute la. haha. i just hope that i can do a good job.&lt;br /&gt;maths tuition with him tomorrow. how to explain problem sums in chinese?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need to escape from this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to start afresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to be renewed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;be the one i was supposed to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i always get what i want....or dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-885078243771761409?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/885078243771761409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=885078243771761409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/885078243771761409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/885078243771761409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-i-want-is-everything-to-save.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-5143354000129488289</id><published>2007-02-27T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T22:19:48.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the foundation of what we built&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i died early, i would wanna spend my supposed remaining years as a star, shining over you, you and you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is from last night, 26th Feb. i couldnt post it cos my sister kept hurrying me to get off the com. Babiboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN i suddenly have a proper screen! like everything's back to it's original colour! hurrayhurrah but i guess this is just temporary but it was kinda shocking cos it suddenly flickered back and im still a bit unused to it cos im probably too used to the whole dull blue. YAY ok i love colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first up first. kudos to rah for your new fic that you posted. COURAGE be upon you dear friend and i think you're doing fine. so no worries k? just enjoy what you're writing, comments aside. =))&lt;br /&gt;it's 1230am right now, and i have school tomorrow. somehow i dont seem bothered. that's bad ok this means i have to go off soon. BAH. school was damn tiring today, really didnt feel like going, but cos of this quarrel that i had with my sister, it all went down the drain. depressing story, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah chalet at loyang was great! it was really fun talking to the cousins and stuff and i really liked the whole atmosphere and stuff. it's really been a long time since we've done this kinda thing....so it was super good la. haha. oh and my cousin's gonna get married on 12th Dec! so cool so fun. and my sisters and i are gonna be the usher/receptionist/guestbook people thingy! haha. yay! cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for today. HMM. school was okay, laughed here and there, learnt here and there, everything la. i think my chinese teacher's kinda nice, cos the whole class [and i mean every single soul] ponned chinese yesterday and she didnt really scold us today during lesson. she even said next lesson watch movie, so i guess she is nice la, although she can get real real naggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohooh rah chappie 3's looking fine.=)) *ok random thought*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;results on tuesday. whooweeha. just get into CJ yeah? God has a funny way of working things, at least that's how i feel. dont play a prank on me alright?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to hougang mall with vien after school. shopped for her mom's birthday present. bought a pair of earrings. went to heartland, walked around for a bit. wanted to develop photos but couldnt cos the shop didnt allow the USB thumbdrive thing. WEIRD. the machine clearly provides it, but no they dont allow. funnykooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mu gong tomorrow at rah's house! then im starting tuition with that cute p3 boy downstairs! no im not a paedophile. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the concept of beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking at what's outside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's real hard to find a diamond in the rough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or someone who shines equally on both sides&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/1215224894153266090-5143354000129488289?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/5143354000129488289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=5143354000129488289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/5143354000129488289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/5143354000129488289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/02/foundation-of-what-we-built-if-i-died.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-2457868926280531764</id><published>2007-02-23T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T18:34:36.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thumb.fore.last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in a good mood right now. why? first! cos im having a family chalet for the weekend later at aloha loyang, with my relatives from my father's side and blahblah. it's been like real long since we had this kinda thing, so im hoping things will turn out great =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and secondly, i just read finish this very funny but warped cinderella story of jaeho. whoo i love them no im not a perv. i miss them lots lots lots. dont know why though, it's still this unfathomable thing that no one seems to be able to figure out, even me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course, it's FRIDAY! the end of another week. the time where we can stay up late and not worry too much bout school. YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway new year new year. hmm what to say what to say. it was fun la in a way. my auntie and uncle and cousin came back from canada. it's been like what 5 years since i last saw them and according to my auntie, i've become very [direct quote] 'GENTLE and PRETTY!' wahaha. LPD moment i know for everyone. oh well, to each her own. i take it as a compliment. HAH. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im feeling all hyper-ed up which is why im typing in this ohsohighimondrugs mode. ohwell. ohh ya. let me find a picture from CNY to show:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034675035345442658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rd7CRRFK12I/AAAAAAAAADA/-eqTsxazp4s/s320/PIC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because of this annoying and completeloy irritating blue screen of mine i cant really tell whether it's the photo that's super dark or whether it's the screen that's making it so dark. cos to me i look super BROWN. yeah, so anyone if you see this please tell me ok. see that guy on the left who's making my hair? that's my THIRTY-TWO year old cousin who seriously behaves like a 12-year old. HAH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;school's been dandy for now. a lot of laughs basically, though the workload has increased. BAHH. celina came back from malaysia yesterday. yay so now the class is complete, in a roundabout sorta way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyhoo i've got to go now. cos i havent even packed for the chalet yet and my dad's coming to pick me up at 8. OH MAN. okok byebye for now. =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-2457868926280531764?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/2457868926280531764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=2457868926280531764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/2457868926280531764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/2457868926280531764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/02/thumb.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rd7CRRFK12I/AAAAAAAAADA/-eqTsxazp4s/s72-c/PIC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-8063573778400128303</id><published>2007-02-13T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T02:44:48.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a thousand sighs to fill the pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo. retail therapy is GOOD. it's really GOOD. i havent met a girl [regardless of taste] who doesnt like to shop. Even SARAH WAN YUE YING has succumbed to the joys [and evils] of retail therapy. what am i talking about? let's see ok. went out with vien, jayne and rah yesterday. the idea was : meet for pepper lunch and then go shopping! oh yeah and it was supposed to be some hat day that jayne suggested but it turned out to be a notsogood idea cos nobody wanted to wear it in the end. haha. impractical and unrealistic? no la, jayne's just scared that she'll look funny. =))&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway after that duper full lunch at shaw, headed over to far east to shop. oh man regardless of whether you turn left or right in far east everything looks the SAME. that's why they can borrow clothes from each other if they run out of a particular stock. im serious that's what they really do. oh and we shopped for rah too!! so fun so fun let me tell you. vien and jayne just kept throwing clothes at her for her to try la. in the end she did buy some of the things that we chose for her. so nice rah if people say you pretty during CNY must remember to give credit ok =))&lt;br /&gt;managed to get my bottom [FINALLY!] and bought another dress top thingy. bought a belt and a pair of earrings too! the pull throughy xiah lookalike one! haha. wanted to get this other pair of cross earrings but then one side of it was spoilt and they didnt have another one. *annoyisms*&lt;br /&gt;after far east we made our way to wisma/taka/somewhere there, where vien went to her favourite shop but couldnt find anything nice there. and then to isetan and nothing there, though rah bought this real nice pair of white billabong slippers that was so cool and then got this free pearl which they extracted from the oyster. for real! as in like they did the whole extraction thing in front of rah and me and we heard the crack when the knife broke the oyster's shell and we both went 'Ow'. the funny thing was the pearl was eggshaped instead of the usual round one. so cool yeahhh~&lt;br /&gt;oh and in wisma vien went to make this whole engraving on this pendant thingy at moshimoshi which i felt was reallyveally sweet, as i explained to her last night at 12something. it's just the whole act of it and the bond and everything la. aye i dont know how to explain it. according to vien, i give lousy explanations. hmph. i would have gotten one to but as i said, firstly it's expensive. and secondly, he's not really mine, which is a saddening thing but OHWELL, there should be some limit to fantasies i guess.&lt;br /&gt;sat at taka's coffeenbean for a while to talk and chill and rest. afterwhich headed to J8 where vien and jayne bought this rather cute pair of shoes each from bata. vien's one is gold, jayne's one light pink. aiyur if only we had a camera yesterday. was sorely tempted to buy this trendy zone shoe but i decided to wait for my mom. haha. oh and when we were in zara/topshop in wisma/taka rah and i saw 2 pairs of shoes that were real nice but guess what they cost like $60! i dont think shoes should be worth so much can, they're afterall gonna get all dirty cos you use to them to like you know WALK.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed home, had fish beehoon for dinner, and went over to ahgou's house to see my aunt and uncle and cousin who just came back from canada for a month-long visit. whoo. my 8-year old cousin's so sweet and pretty and my auntie was like commenting that i'd grown to become so GENTLE and PRETTY. hahaha big laughs. ok since she wants to say that i have no objections. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRR i dont like having to choose a JC, weighing out the benefits and disadvantages, comparing subject combis and teachers and all that enchillada. UGHHH. so just pick for us the school already, and let us skip this whole process of choosing cos it's really annoying and i dont like it &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when yourfriendsseemtobechoosingadifferentschoolfromyoueventhoughyougotthesamepoints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*annoyism*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so enough about this im going chinatown later to buy stuff. retail therapy do your wonders on me again please. i need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wonder how it feels like to have this someone-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-8063573778400128303?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/8063573778400128303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=8063573778400128303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/8063573778400128303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/8063573778400128303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/02/thousand-sighs-to-fill-pages-whoo.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-5666420078344539665</id><published>2007-02-11T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T02:36:39.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;if the stars dont shine tonight, just hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hold on to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! let's talk about the thing that everyone who's 16/17 and lives in singapore has been talking about for the past 24 hours. HOW DID YOU DO FOR YOUR Os?? hmm. for me, i shall just say i can go JC; im not thaaaat happy with my results but im thankful AND, i shall leave it at that. there's really not much to say actually, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY moving on to something that's nicer to talk about. 'THE GREATEST LOVE' commenceth just now. and it was GREAT. i think it went really well. though things were like supersuper last minute like the whole preparing the roses at 4.55 when we were supposed to wrap things up at 5. whoo. rushrushsmush. but in the end everything turned out well. Praise the Lord for making things work out in the end. The drama went quite smoothly too! i was told that my voice wasnt recognizable. hahaha. so much for role-playing. but the rest of the of the cast was superb. all that rehearsals finally paid off yeah. WHOOT! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in a posting picture mood. let's see what i can find:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029972096742397554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rc4M-Nh1FnI/AAAAAAAAABs/n4mfFNdyCOw/s320/S6000190.JPG" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this was taken Pre-collection of results. of course la that's why we look so happy. =)) I LOVE MINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029972105332332162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rc4M-th1FoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/m5mB6H9VyiU/s320/CIMG0290.JPG" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calypso FOUR! we rock la. MIA: baoxuan, xiaohong,grace and charles. i think that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029972131102135954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rc4NANh1FpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zYHU2LJ476Y/s320/NEO6.JPG" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was taken like...last year or something? or maybe sec3. cant remember already. but LOOK AT MY EXPRESSION LA. i know i banned the both of them from posting it anywhere but im doing it in the end. HAH. it's my decision what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029972135397103282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rc4NAdh1FrI/AAAAAAAAACM/XkwxZZIdbCI/s320/thsksbs93ne.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're wondering who's this hottothetop hottie, he's my good friend's bf [vien gan free publicity for you OK. appreciate it. :D] oh and he's my GOODFRIEND. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rc4N0dh1FtI/AAAAAAAAACc/8Nc_9wHsaLs/s1600-h/200px-Yunho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029973028750300882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rc4N0dh1FtI/AAAAAAAAACc/8Nc_9wHsaLs/s320/200px-Yunho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this oneofakind supergoodlooking woohoohe'shot guy is my bf. HAHAHA big joke of the century. oh well we're all entitled to dream. HAH. ok this picture's not that flattering but he's goodlooking ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ohwell i notice that the pictures posted are like duper random but hey i like them all the same. was watching the class vid that sammie made just now. WOW&gt; i think im really gonna miss A3`06 please. SIGH. goodbye, or farewell??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we choose the paths to take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we choose the words we say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we choose to make that choice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we chose, so, who's there to blame?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;none.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1215224894153266090-5666420078344539665?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/5666420078344539665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=5666420078344539665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/5666420078344539665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/5666420078344539665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-stars-dont-shine-tonight-just-hold.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/Rc4M-Nh1FnI/AAAAAAAAABs/n4mfFNdyCOw/s72-c/S6000190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-9100937236716260605</id><published>2007-02-07T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:02:16.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He Will Provide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo. it's the middle of the 6th week of the 2nd month of the 17th year since i was born. ok that was a random line but it makes you think right. HAHA. just kinda nostalgic or something i guess. and im not even at the midpoint of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to PL today for the Prefect's Installation. Going back as a senior and all, and finally getting to watch the whole thing from an audience's point of view, it just made me reflect on my years in PL, from sec 1 to the whole graduation Cambridge Dinner thing. And my blogging. OH MY can. let's see some excerpts k:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FROM SEC 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"wahs....blardee tired...must be becos of last nite..heee... founder's dae was....like...carn sae shit..cos that wun be true...it..could've been better..ya..if we all worked more efficiently and all i guess...but nvm..shall learn from this and do much better the next time...ya.. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"*yawn....real tired now...dunch feel lyk studying....but i've been slacking so much lately..bahs...ok..i can do it..i must study something tonite!! and do finish my dnt..hehes//real bored now..later going out 4 dinner to "celebrate" jie's chinese bdae...like 4 wad lahs...burr... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SEC ONE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"sO sIaN...iN sKoOl nOw...nO tRaInIn...keRna caNceLLed...tHen waItiNg 4 jaYne...sEe i sO niCe fReN haHas...jOkIn..aNd i caRn beLieVe iT!!! Lord oF tHe rInGs wOn aLL tHe aWaRdS dEy weRe nOmiNateD fOr!!!! sO haPpi...haHas..=)...anIwaEx...4 tOdaE dUrInG cHinEse wE dId dIs zUo weN abOuT a qUarReL....deN i wRoTe bOut laSt nItE..wOndEr iF wU laO sHi wOuld beLieVe mOi....hMmZ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"nOticEd i haVeNt bLoGgeD iN a wHiLe...tOmoLo cOmpetiTiOn lIaOz...sHe mOs pRoB wUnt pUt mE tO pLaY fIRst waN... gOt hEr gUaI kIa maHx...i dUnNo laHx..mEbbe i sHouLd qUit aFtEr tHe tOurNaMenT....geeZ...veRi faRn lEhX!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh....THANK GOD I GREW UP.&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i used to type like that can. oh man oh man. ok i guess this is just some phase that the general population of students go through ya? ok trying to console myself. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway the Installation went quite nicely. but we're going back again on Friday to collect results. Ohhhhh boy. cant wait. yeah right. im just gonna commit everything to God and whatever will be shall be =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'The Greatest Love'&lt;/strong&gt; is on this Saturday!! And so far ticket sales have been like BOOM!! if i counted correctly [and please i counted until yan hua can], we've sold 295 tickets in total. YAY God you rock. At first we were worried that there would be very little response. And now we're worried that we wont have enough space. Oh boy but since God let this happen im SURE He'll provide in some way some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now i have to go off to complete my homework. BAH. Oh wait before i go i shall leave you with some WONDERFUL pictures of DBSK. Yunho's birthday was yesterday. [HAPPY BIRTHDAY yes] and i flew to Shanghai to celebrate his birthday!! HAHAH yeah right. ok here's the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RcnL2Upm8sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/F5n62fqfWOY/s1600-h/dbsk508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028774593052472002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="175" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RcnL2Upm8sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/F5n62fqfWOY/s320/dbsk508.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; whoo so hot. =)) and NO IM NOT BIAN TAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RcnL2kpm8tI/AAAAAAAAABE/nKLnv_X1t-E/s1600-h/dbsk141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028774597347439314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="272" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RcnL2kpm8tI/AAAAAAAAABE/nKLnv_X1t-E/s320/dbsk141.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RcnL20pm8uI/AAAAAAAAABM/XWGZOFEoNu8/s1600-h/jaejoongbaby6lx_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028774601642406626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RcnL20pm8uI/AAAAAAAAABM/XWGZOFEoNu8/s320/jaejoongbaby6lx_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cutecutecutecute. my child must be as cute or cuter. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RcnL20pm8vI/AAAAAAAAABU/dc6Pk76eQMI/s1600-h/thsksbs74ke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028774601642406642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="260" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RcnL20pm8vI/AAAAAAAAABU/dc6Pk76eQMI/s320/thsksbs74ke.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine im biased they are all uknow's pictures other than the 3rd one who's hero when he was a baby. so cute right. ok i have to go now. =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-9100937236716260605?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/9100937236716260605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=9100937236716260605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/9100937236716260605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/9100937236716260605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/02/he-will-provide.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RcnL2Upm8sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/F5n62fqfWOY/s72-c/dbsk508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-7437018495945697262</id><published>2007-02-02T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:39:13.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the choices we make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enrich. hurt. us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;List of things that i get annoyed about people:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get annoyed when people hang up the phone without saying 'bye' for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-that's just RUDE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get annoyed when people dont reply your SMS when your message obviously warrants one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-that's VERY annoying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get annoyed with people who are indecisive and end up hurting other people because of their indecision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-that's plain mean and selfish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND,&lt;br /&gt;i get annoyed with people who look at surface and only at surface value when judging a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-that's just SHALLOW.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moodiness: that's what im feeling now. moodysmoodydoodyfoody.&lt;br /&gt;just witnessed a internal fight just now. plain annoying. i realised that nowadays i've stopped using other words but 'annoying'. i guess 'bloody pissed' is too crude and annoying just sums up everything in one lump. haha. but when i say annoying i dont mean 'bloody pissed' all the time ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school...lot's of stuff has been happening i guess. i shant say too much here, but i just feel that relationships can get real complicated at times. and ya the dating world can be real tempting and all that but sometimes we should just wait and not jump into the whole pool just cos it seems trendy. YA. that's it.&lt;br /&gt;lessons have been finesmine. having a bit of trouble with maths, but maybe that's cos mrs tan goes at the speed of a loco. HMM. ok i shall be a guaikia and TRY to understand the notes. and then mr tay dropped an atomic bomb on us on thursday by telling us that they EXPECT the date of the results to be the 6th of Feb, Tuesday. thta's what they expect, but other schools are saying 5th, 7th, 9th, blahblah. so MOE just HURRY UP already and confirm the darn date. it feels better than just hanging there right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so im having this 3.2 km run at macritchie tomorrow/later on today and im supposed to report there by 730. WHAT THE heck i'll just be late. my "FUN RUN" [how come it doesnt sound fun at all] starts at 840 anyway. planning to town with jac and celina after the run, and then meet vien for pepper lunch [finally]&lt;br /&gt;going off to watch survivor finale now. i already know who's the winner. it's YUL!!! he's american korean youknow youknow youknow. so YAY. haha. ok goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-7437018495945697262?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/7437018495945697262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=7437018495945697262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/7437018495945697262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/7437018495945697262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/02/choices-we-make-enrich.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-6845409497696767572</id><published>2007-01-31T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:21:10.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;iPOD explosion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope it's not literally. [thank God for that yes] 2 GB is really really small, especially when you're a dongbang fan and they have SO MANY nice songs and you like other songs too and wanna cram everything you can into the mini 2GB. AIYURR. left like 50-somethingish MB left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man slowness galore. Youtube is like frickin' slow. i was talking to vien bout it just now, and i've come to the decision that youtube's OPTIMUM time is in the evening. around 5 plus to 7 something. other than that, even my grandma can catch up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school. HMM. what can i say about school. everytime someone asks me "so how is SR?" i honestly have to say that i DONT KNOW what to say. it's like those situations whereby you just have this bunch of garbled words inside your mouth and nothing can be formulated out. all i could do was the hand action for 'ok' can. Tch. i wish i knew that i was officially going somewhere. now i really understand what it means to be stuck in the &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;grey area&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/ bermuda triangle and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah. apparently the thai vs singapore match seems to be getting RATHER heated. very dramamama please. wonder if this will worsen ties with thailand since we're sorta strained now due to the whole Thaksin affair. HMM. not good. the singaporean players better arm themselves with more bodyguards when they head down to thailand, JUST IN CASE you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships can get really complicated. and people really do stupid things when they're in love. since when did love and like become so difficult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his mark she burned unto her flesh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his ignorance she could not attest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blind, aren't you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or just, plain, selfishness.   &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/1215224894153266090-6845409497696767572?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/6845409497696767572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=6845409497696767572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/6845409497696767572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/6845409497696767572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/01/ipod-explosion-nope-its-not-literally.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-4287190089873174842</id><published>2007-01-28T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:43:03.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chocolate blocks and Truman's Doctrine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo. end of Week 4. im so happy. really. this whole week has seriously just been one hectic mess of lessons lessons and more lessons. just feeling very outta sorta lately. like on wednesday i felt superduper pek chek i needed to call vien during lunch just to whine and bitch and be doctored to. speaking of which, met jayne later on in the day for dinner at KFC where i also managed to meet *tuttut* and just talk to her la. felt much better after letting off everything that i'd been keeping inside since a while.&lt;br /&gt;and then on thursday we were supposed to meet for dinner at SIX but someone ended up coming at almost SEVEN la. apparently her PHONE battery went flat [i told you it was lousy] and she wasnt able to contact us. Made me and other so WORRIED can, till the extent i had to do something very undesirable for me la. TSK. this kind of friend, not so easy to find ok. haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyhoo met up with zoey, samsee and GF yesterday. oh man just sitting in the new PL canteen and talking can really bring back a lot of memories please. made me feel SO SO SO sad that we were going to be in different schools and stuff. and i was a bit melancholic for a while. went back with chua and leanna...talked a while to mrs tay, ms ferng, and ms wong. oh and WLH. oh man miss them so much can. probably gonna see them next monday when we go back to collect results. glumsmum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going solo tomorrow for cell. then there's leaders' meeting after that. OH MAN. where got time to do homework hello. suckymucky. i dontlikey. thank God the history quiz is on tuesday please. or not i wont have time to study AT ALL and then i'll flunk and then i wont like it. HMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so now i've got to go and sleep/do homework/just get off before someone yells. nighteynight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-4287190089873174842?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4287190089873174842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=4287190089873174842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/4287190089873174842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/4287190089873174842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/01/chocolate-blocks-and-trumans-doctrine.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-413596110447687670</id><published>2007-01-24T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:42:49.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lips of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i dont mean anybody's lips. NOT JAYNE'S, NOT VIV'S, NO ONE. i made it clear already ah. oh man the nerve of some people. TSKTSK. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, about 1 and a half weeks left to results. was just talking to nigel bout it online. honestly i really have no feelings about it la. probably cos the whole O Level period was a complete BLANK to me. i dont mind forgetting it thank you. ooh man i just saw rachel's nick and it said TWELVE DAYS TO RESULTS. Alamak. why remind me. so anyway ya i was telling nigel bout the whole confidence thing..then i was just thinking afterwards that i always tell people that i dontknow/ superscared/or something along that line about my results, and always forget that i'd already committed it to God, but im still worrying bout it. So i guess i've realised what it means to really have faith la. They say love is blind, i say faith is ten times more blind. it's really everything to do with what your heart tells you, against what your brain thinks and your eyes see la. SO RIGHT. ask me about my feelings bout the results and i'll say this: ....actually i dont know what i'll say yet but when i think of something i will. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i have to stop punctuating my sentences with 'lor', 'la' and 'leh' and whatever singslang cos it feels downgrading ok gina stop it ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my muscles are aching please. calf/shoulder and THIGH especially. apparently we ran 3.2 km for PE today, but it honestly didnt feel like it. so im starting to get this sneaky suspicion that the PE teacher who led the run lied to us. HMM. i shall ask riveria the next time i see her. Physics today was super hilarious. i think ms lim can laugh to herself without anyone making her laugh please. and today was just super funny and everyone kept laughing. shant elaborate into it. met jayne after school for a quick lunch. talked bout stuff here and there, it really feels good to just talk to your friends, cos you can really just talk bout ANYTHING you want and they dont judge you like how normal people would. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i have to go off now cos i still have Maths homework to do. and Chem and blahblahblah. Eeyurgh sometimes i just wish the results would come. but then again the coward in me doesnt want to face reality just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so the story goes, we make no excuse for the choices that we make. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lucky me, i was pulled out before the quicksand ate someone else up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but sometimes i wish i was that someone. &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/1215224894153266090-413596110447687670?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/413596110447687670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=413596110447687670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/413596110447687670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/413596110447687670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/01/lips-of-angel-no-i-dont-mean-anybodys.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-8734187962563238006</id><published>2007-01-21T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T21:17:34.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we make no excuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello everyone it has been quite an eventful week and right now as i type this there are still a lot of things on my mind that are yet to be sorted out, amidst school and other stuff. BAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i didnt go school on friday, and apparently a lot of things happended. no fair. when i dont come got so much action, makes me wanna not NOT go school again. HAH. we shall see right. half-watching The Dance Floor. some of the contestants are not baad i guess. then there's this group called Fantastic Four and there's this rather cute guy in it and my sister was like swooning over him. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had M &amp; E meeting today. discussed about the programme for Valentine's Day. it's gonna be SO fun and excitng la. haha. cant wait. ooh, speaking of which, i must remember to do the leaflet for the publicity. AHH. creative pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ok this is an interruption* just so you know, im super sensitive to Justin Timberlake's Sexyback. cos it brings memories. no not bad ones dont worry. very good ones actually. HAHA. they kept playing it for The Dance Floor advert la, so alamak. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok all right i should be going now. BECAUSE i have a binomial theorem maths tutorial to do. and i have to read through my physics. aiyursoannoyingicantstandthiswhyohwhy. what else do i have to do. i dontknow so i better be going off now so that i can watch the ManU vs Arsenal match at 12am. ohmanimgonnadietomorrow. Chelsea lost last night to Liverpool [LIKEAHHHH] , mr low must be happy but im not so i dont care. so i want ManU to win cos i DONTLIKE Arsenal they're stinkypoo. ok i've said my piece byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;warped. really warped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the fine print has been smudged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-8734187962563238006?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/8734187962563238006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=8734187962563238006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/8734187962563238006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/8734187962563238006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-make-no-excuse-hello-everyone-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-7349997194659103008</id><published>2007-01-19T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T13:14:04.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;see the world through tinted glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i mean this literally. my computer screen is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B-L-U-E.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and so everything is BLUE. and you know that dinosaur cursor that you can use for your com? it's supposes to be blue right, but now mine is WHITE cos everything else is blue. oh great now the colour's changed to &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LIGHT PINK&lt;/span&gt;. this is simply great. oh well. at least it's better than that dark blue. damaging to the eyes please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're wondering why im online at this time of the day when im supposed to be in school. dont wonder anymore. no point in wondering. i shant say anything. go and make your own conclusions. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was quite a funny day. laughed ALOT at different stuff. oh man i think girls can really gossip. and it's damn funny when everyone thinks the same thing but doesnt voice it out till someone mentions it. and then everyone goes like : "YA!! you know that time i saw....." super hilarious please. oh well. it's good to laugh. can make you have 6 pecs! HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i dont feel much like blogging cos im going to youtube now. off for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear friend, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a shrapnel of good memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or a lifetime of the bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;selective remembering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or just plain ignorance?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wipe away the fog and smoke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and see yourself clearly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who are you now i wonder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're called the "wasted ones"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you think of anything else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;other than "I"?&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/1215224894153266090-7349997194659103008?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/7349997194659103008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=7349997194659103008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/7349997194659103008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/7349997194659103008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/01/see-world-through-tinted-glasses-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-6736262686379972988</id><published>2007-01-16T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:52:16.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stereotype&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;question: if i have short hair, does that make me less of a girl? if im taller than average does that make me less of a girl? us humans look so much at the surface value it just makes me plain sick. there's a fine line between admiration and just plain shallowness. judging on what you see and not what you know; you make me SICK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, school...i dont know la. i think i've come to a decision bout the whole staying or going thing. the teachers are nice and stuff i guess, the people are ok on the average. other than that, bond much? i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i miss having a bitching partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i miss the times where people dont stare at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i miss being able to be myself comfortably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;damn if i cant get myself out of this confinement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my timetable for lessons SUCK pretty much. the earliest i end is like 2 something, and even then i have CCA after that and so it doesnt make much of a big D. the latest is like 530, which is real late if you dont know. i dont like it. AT ALL. and it doesnt make sense because they give like long stupid breaks in between which can actually be used for lessons BUT NO they give it to us but make us end so late. i rather do without the breaks thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met vien after school today. waited for around 1/2 an hour[?] before she appeared. tried to study for the history quiz while waiting. Fishes Swim Nightingales Dance Nightly Greek Idioms something something. haha. pseudoyms[spelling?] much. talked to vien all the way home, she made me walk cos she has to save bus fare [so sad], stupid bag so heavy, bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo. dongbang broke the sales record for their concert. i really wish they were coming. DANG. *points to world map* " my bf's from there [korea], but he's there now.[japan]" OH MAN.&lt;br /&gt;record breaking dongbang, yayay all the way. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i've got to go and do partial fractions and stoichometry. oh the life of a Pre-U student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-6736262686379972988?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/6736262686379972988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=6736262686379972988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/6736262686379972988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/6736262686379972988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/01/stereotype-question-if-i-have-short.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-2982668297117787765</id><published>2007-01-10T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:03:35.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;do you feel it in the air?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! school's been ok so far. orientation's over. lectures have started. the first few lectures were like OH MY FISHCAKES whyonearthisitsofrickinboringpleasedosomethingkindathing. but maybe that's cos they were intro lectures la. but chem and history and econs just plunged straight into teaching la, which was good too. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. had CCA fair/talk/walkaround today. there are like only 33 CCAs in SR, so im not exactly spoilt for choice. hah. signed up for shooting [!!], netball, ODAC and guitar. ohwell we shall see shant we? got two weeks to choose, then by that time plus one more week it'll be results, or somewhere there la. freakish please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im going through this phase whereby i cant decide whether to take that step forward and let go, or hold back and wait. holding back seems to be costing me quite a bit at this moment, but then taking that step forward could make me lose even more than i have now. URGHH. sometimes i wish that the results could come faster, and then i could make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why but i suddenly feel like i miss all the PL people. as in really really miss them la. dang the time we had just wasnt enough or something. going back would be darn great, but ya ya everyone knows that's like asking for the Sun to drop down from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh this post is getting emo. maybe it's cos i know that there're things that are just hiding under the surface, and they could spring out at any moment. and when they do i dontknow if i would know how to deal with them. dang this sucks. what's gonna happen next??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's this tension in the air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that the both of us can feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's that knowing that something's there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the mystery that surrounds-&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/1215224894153266090-2982668297117787765?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/2982668297117787765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=2982668297117787765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/2982668297117787765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/2982668297117787765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-you-feel-it-in-air-so-schools-been.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-1587844008359467422</id><published>2007-01-07T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T01:49:31.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PICA much? think properly again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. so we're one week into the new year already. time really does pass super fast. it was just last week that i was getting ready for chalet la. oh man speaking of which, was quite fun, though i fell on my buttbone like 3 times while rollerblading [and it really hurt thankyou]. i learnt a lot of new things during chalet, like rollerblading and pool and mahjong! Hah. so yes, nice memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then school started and i woke up late on the first day. was supposed to wake up at 6 but i ended up waking up at 640. thank God my dad gave me a lift. and now he gives me a lift to school everyday though SR is not that far[luckyme], cos he wants to beat some parking thingy. so whatever ya, but yay for me. =))&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, SRJC is....hmm. im not really sure what to say actually. it's not bad, the people there are nice. my OG's quite ok la. overall. orientation was fun in a sense. made quite a few new friends here and there. so yay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to the new PL today for CCA fair. things are.....very different. heard a lot of complaints bout the homeroom system. the whole place feels foreign to me. maybe it's like what jayne said, cos you didnt like liveeatbreathe the building you cant feel much attachment whatsoever to it.but it's rather big i guess. though it doesnt feel PL-ish. maybe cos it's so super grey and white. like there're only those two colours la. but at least they didnt paint it like the Primary school, so that's probably a plus? saw quite a few batch '90 people, and some teachers. didnt get to see Mrs Tay though, heard that she had to go home cos of family stuff. hmm...the next time i see her would be like when we get our results, so please be smiling Mrs Tay when i see you thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to hougang mall after CCA fair. ate foodcourt's fish and chipss. then went to hougang plaza to play pool. the music there's AWFUL with a capital A. like too much techno, and i think the CD was spoilt or something. and it's was so irritating la. and jayne and i saw this guy from work, the one that we called GFN cos he was just wrapping the phones which was ohsoeasy and that he should be out there doing a man's job. HAH. then after pool, rushed home to bathe and rushed out again to go meet pok at J8. went scouting for shoes at converse but couldnt find any nice ones [BAHH].  so im heading to penin or queensway next week to see some more i sure dont wanna continue using my asics shoes please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cluster outing tomorrow. i just pray that it'll go well. feel so darn unprepared la. and im just hoping that things wont screw up. yuppyupp. so anyhow i have to go sleep already or not i'll be like super tired tomorrow. goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;selective seeing much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hide behind the smoke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;scout for mirrors search them all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they will tell the truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you wipe away the grime you spat on them.&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/1215224894153266090-1587844008359467422?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/1587844008359467422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=1587844008359467422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/1587844008359467422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/1587844008359467422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2007/01/pica-much-think-properly-again.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-3136483351204913890</id><published>2006-12-30T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T19:02:00.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it hits that spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying at home for 2 days straight without going out can do two things to you. #1: it can induce so much sleep in you you'd think that one could go on sleeping all the time, or #2: it can cause serious boredom so much that you have no clue what on earth to do and your limbs just die out on you cause you're THAT bored and you just lay there on the sofa with a sweater and a blanket cos the weather's OHSOCOLD with nothing to do and rot away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. my dinner just came in the form of a mcspicy double meal. oh man must remember to drink lots of water and to destroy all forms of evidence that i ate that for dinner or not my maw will come after me with a pickaxe. and the delivery man didnt look very happy just now. maybe it's cos he was only delivering one pathetic meal to me. but ohwell what you want me to do im all alone today till service cos NO ONE is free enough to go eat pasta mania with me, whose creamy chicken spaghetti im craving for. HMPH. and lydia pok pangseh-ed me cos of her parents but that cant be helped and so i just spent $8.20 on macs. BLUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i think all that sleeping in/napping in has caused my dark rings to disappear. hope so wish so. school's starting like next wednesday. oh man how fast is that and i wanna look nice. HAH. first impressions count LOR. but since im gonna have chalet for the next 3 days starting from tomorrow, i have no idea what will happen. the weather these few days have been like real nice. ya i know jayne'll probably bitch bout the rain but heck i like the rain. so shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh! caught eragon on thursday. the actor ed speeler is like ohsohandsome. luckily he'll be acting in the next 2 movies. WHOO. more eyecandy for me! and then the girl's also like super pretty. she looks like claire danes but even nicer la. still dont get how wz could have mistaken her for the witch from narnia. the witch from narnia is SONOTPRETTY at all, and the girl is like WAH, pretty. the show was rather nice and exciting! and now i understand why zoey said she wanted a pet dragon cos let me tell you that dragon when she was a baby was ohsocute and heartmelting please. but only as a baby la, cos when she became an adult all thoughts of cute just disappear from your head to be replaced by like scary but funny. oh and the bad guy, that evil sorceror person is superduper ugly he should be arrested for causing public disturbance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;service is at 8 today. so i better go bathe soon. acutally there's not much rush. the difference of 1/2 an hour is quite big eh. today's the last service of the year for TNG. i wonder if they're gonna do anything different. what stinks is that the whole "last service" part means that we;re gonna move to LAS soon which i really am not open to. so what if we like contributed to a major part of the cost of the whole project? im happy where we are, and no we dont need your gratitude. SIGH. 2007, it's gonna bring a lot of changes. really a lot. i guess imminient is really the apt word to use right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of what could have been if i did something&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/1215224894153266090-3136483351204913890?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/3136483351204913890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=3136483351204913890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/3136483351204913890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/3136483351204913890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-hits-that-spot-staying-at-home-for-2.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-6615067062888465546</id><published>2006-12-27T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T22:47:24.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;free: no holds barred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound like a professional frog/goose/honking thing, cos my throat is sore like nobody's business and my voice is like HOARSE. so i need like a gazillion lozenges and some some no actually MUCH TLC to get better before this sunday so that i can head to the clique chalet which is a MUST GO!! so ya, show me some love la. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, today was my last day of work. those 12 hours took SO LONG to pass la alright. and we did like over dont know how many thousand phones, all the same model somemore please. but thinking bout the numbers makes me sick in the gut, so i shall just say that it was just really tiring, and i got cut so many times today i look like an abused kid which goes to show that it is reallyveally bad ok. and then i went to put zambug on the cuts and i forgot about it and put my cheek against my hand and now im all zambuggy. aiyohh. oh and then i sprained my knuckle which is now ohsopainful and swollen and stiff like ice on a winter's day. but i have to say that work was enjoyable today cos although i had to rush like mad cos of that idiiotic conveyor belt, i got to see group leaders rushing to compete with each other to see who could complete the most phones. LIKE HELLO LA, nobody's giving you a prize for being the most productive. so rush so much for what can? childish you mei you, but entertaining. TCHTCH. and then jinghong was being irritatingly funny today, so it was overall alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ooh ooh. found the perfect measurement!! 184!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im so sleepy now. i shant talk much bout christmas and stuff la. you'll find out from the others anyhoo. gina shall go to sleep now. tomorrow gotta go polyclinic in the wee morning to see doctor [should go sue the dupid company for the slavedriving], then meeting the dwarves for lunch[maybe?] and then watching eragon!! finallysminally.wonder if it's still showing. alright me gonna zzz now. K.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with these words i give up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with these feelings i break the chains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;go on and lead that lifestyle that you're having now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'll see what happens in the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;today was the last chance i'd ever see you, so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with this heart i'll be free of you&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/1215224894153266090-6615067062888465546?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/6615067062888465546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=6615067062888465546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/6615067062888465546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/6615067062888465546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2006/12/free-no-holds-barred-i-sound-like.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-5591622805894267423</id><published>2006-12-23T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T01:47:01.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;where the eagles fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man it's &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;COLDcoldcoldcold.&lt;/span&gt; oh no wonder it's raining. i just looked out my window and i could see some rain. actually since it's so dark i cant really see much but can hear more of the rain ok im talking nonsense like rain's that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. typing's kinda kangkor for me now cos i accidentally burnt my right forefinger and now there's this really wugly blister that's blistering right in the middle. yeowch i dont like you. oh if you're wondering why i burnt it it's cos i was using the gluegun today while making xmas stuff. and my hand accidentally touch the stupid hot glue. ohvell pain la better go put plaster. oh shoots i ran out of plaster. doofus work made me have cuts all over like kerna abuse by paper like that. AIYUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alamak now my left eye is itchy. think it's cos there's dirt in it, or maybe my hair's too long. eeyurgh irritationnation. ok gina dont rub or not your eye will be red and your eye will spoil and blahblah. oh you know something i think im falling sick. like flatface in it. must be cos of all that passive smoking/lousy working conditions/coldcoldcoldweather combined into one to give me what i call a coluver, which a mixture of a cough,flu and fever. oh goodness me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohooh. highlights of today::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**NO WORK. first time in 5 days that i've been able to stay horizontal for more than 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;**went christmas shopping! like i know, finally. oh man my xmas this year is so lastminute.&lt;br /&gt;**bought a HERO poster! viv and i got sosososo high at the shop that i think everyone must've thought we were mad. but nevermind i bet we made them curious to know what we were raving about and went to take a look at the poster. so we're spreading da luv for DBSK. YAY&lt;br /&gt;**went over to dopey's to clean up her room. did you know that she has never cleaned/cleared up her room before??? OHMYGOSH right. then there was like so much dust and lizard [pyuck] shit around dopey you better thank me for this. aye. should've taken a before and after, then you'll see the difference and the effect of the happy + dopey = hapey team. *does the hi-two*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's pretty much bout what i did for today. other than doing the xmas cards where i got my hand burnt. came back at around 10-ish, wrapped presents, wanna sleep. there's service tomorrow, and that really cool girl's gonna sing. then there's cell. oh man im worried that i wont be able to finish my cards in time. gakkigoo. alrightey then i better go now. nightynight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what it'd feel like to have you eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-5591622805894267423?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/5591622805894267423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=5591622805894267423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/5591622805894267423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/5591622805894267423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2006/12/where-eagles-fly-oh-man-its.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-91019746081090676</id><published>2006-12-21T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:41:39.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;utter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;AHUGHAHHHH. im super duper thangryhangrymangryfangrysmangryANGRY right now. OH man i cant stand it so im just gonna expel all sorts right now till i eventually calm down. OHMAN im so frickin pissed God i know you said that's it's B-A-D to be angry and i should just let it go but just let me vent first and then i'll let it go and bury it and done. OH MY GOSH i am SO upset now. *lets out a big BREATH* and disgusted and grossed out and just plain yucked out. OF ALL THE &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[unreasonable,outrageous and ***** (no it's not a swear word)].&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Really. *ok another BIG BREATH* ok im fine im fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok you're probably thinking what the heck am i talking about but no im not about to shed light on it. ok gina just CALM DOWN and you'll be fine. alright. CHILLIOOSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM. workwerkwurk. 3rd last day. cant wait cant wait. ok revelation: im angry cos that stupid factory that im working at expects its workers to work 24/7. ok fine i get the whole you need to rush orders wooyoyo enchillada. but you shouldnt like be surprised that people DONT WANNA WORK DURING THE WEEKENDS, ESPECIALLY THE CHRISTMAS ONE. UGH dodos galora. so fine you wanna fire me after tomorrow go ahead. but im still gettting my pay. Hmph. ok but other than that im sorta getting used to the whole stand for 11 hours blahblahblah. ok work is boring so i shant talk bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the rain that's went on for those 16 hours? ya i liked it a lot. though i got really wet at some parts la. but it was nice and cooling and shiok and all that.&lt;br /&gt;AHH. christmas is coming and so is the end of 2006/start 2007. am i prepared no i dont think so. everything's gonna be like NEW when 2007 comes. Mamee ahhh. ohvell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAST IT la im in no mood to blog already. i just need to go off somewhere to cool off. no not literally. i guess im still angry afterall. so much for the imfine part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*thanks fran* =))&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/1215224894153266090-91019746081090676?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/91019746081090676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=91019746081090676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/91019746081090676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/91019746081090676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2006/12/utter.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-1852937809679744489</id><published>2006-12-19T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T00:28:45.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;that friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met. we hanged. we smiled. we talked. we fought. we reconciled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-R-I-E-N-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo. shant talk much about work today, 'cept that i had quite a slack day, as in i needn't stand. HAH. ok skip that. after a hair-raising experience with the PEFAM, jayne and i went down to Fish n Co at Park Mall there and met the rest. Wah the food was quite alright but i had funny looking food cos of the coriander thingy. had no idea what was that coriander thingy at first. ok.. PHOTOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010274587427691458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RYgSMRLLW8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/KWxc0X9D7Xk/s320/eb8d14c8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010274114981288866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RYgRwxLLW6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/CIwE_WEbUOM/s320/divaliciouss.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010274299664882610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RYgR7hLLW7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/NRarVH_45y0/s320/PANDAS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;OK i have to go already cos there's work tomorrow and my maw's coming after me. GOODNIGHT goodbye! =)) talk more another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-1852937809679744489?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/1852937809679744489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=1852937809679744489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/1852937809679744489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/1852937809679744489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2006/12/that-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RYgSMRLLW8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/KWxc0X9D7Xk/s72-c/eb8d14c8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-7946958558847875278</id><published>2006-12-18T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:11:36.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;capture me with grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;im feeling real irritable now and no it's not PMS and no it's not my brother and yes i dont know why. so to all those that im msn-ing to, if i sound real snappish and crabby, forgive me alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhow. had my first day on work today. as in like, seriously a DAY la. from 8.30 to 8.30. WHOO. 12 hours of my life, gone JUST LIKE THAT. it was quite alright overall, but a bit of a shock at first la. but after you get the hang of it, i guess it's ok. but i cant stand the stupid boxes la, cos they give you papercuts. but i definitely dont want GF's job, cos you have to move really fast. and OH MAN i tell you right the people there speak so much chinese i wish i had a pocket taybk with me la. i understood it all but the delivery was a lil slow so i pretty did a lot of "uhm" "AH" "ok". the people there are generally ok la. but since today's my first day, so i guess it'll take time to know them and stuff. but i cant stand the supervisor, a "PEFAM". anyohow shout here shout there. i mean really la. annoying tat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UGH i dont know why but im feeling pretty much like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009878419644308370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RYap4RLLW5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DLOV4yycn6Y/s320/PL+2006-32.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                              &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;GO AWAY. LIKE FAR AWAY. SHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this sucks. like big time. with capital "B". like let me curl up in some corner to hibernate. maybe it's cos i had to talk about something that i thought was buried and done with but actually wasnt today. no it's not your fault, yes i mean you. or maybe it's cos im just feeling sorta lost. like out of touch kinda thing. oh man i think im so ironic. and shoots i better get out of this depressing mood. HMM i shall go read the bible. He's my refuge. so goodbye!&lt;/p&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/1215224894153266090-7946958558847875278?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/7946958558847875278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=7946958558847875278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/7946958558847875278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/7946958558847875278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2006/12/capture-me-with-grace.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHYsK-tENsI/RYap4RLLW5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DLOV4yycn6Y/s72-c/PL+2006-32.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-2593706558258963720</id><published>2006-12-18T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:55:58.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ooh YAY me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY i rock. i think i rock. cos you know why? i managed to solve that stupid problem that bloggerbeta was giving me. talk so cheem about this and that, and in the end all you gotta do is just revert back. OH YAY i did it. goodiesmoodiefoodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. so this is gonna be my new address. so if you're here it means that you've re-linked. if not, DO IT. hmm. let's see, what's there to say. OOH.ok let's start with yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Gma's house yesterday, supposedly for like you know, a christmas party and stuff. as usual, saw the cousins and uncle and auntie[S] and yaddidaa. then my auntie's friend jen made baked this really HUGE turkey. like oh man i think it lived in giantsville or something but it was really big la and i was so full after eating the food which included like mushroom rice[which was nice], curry kwaytiao [which i skipped], and prawn fritters and satay and brocolli [which i ATE, can you BELIEVE IT??] and kuehpieti and i dontknow what else i cant remember but i was duper full that's all. then out of nowhere auntie produced this durian logcake from goodwood park which looked funny but tasted nice.so THERE. didnt talk much to my cousins but at least there wasnt that chilly/awkward/whatonearthamisupposedtosay atmosphere. they're having a party this sunday but im not going cos i'll be heading down to JAYNE's xmas eve BBQ which is conveniently located at the void deck of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. what else. oh yeah. i headed down to vivo just now. oh ya now you're all gonna like scream "WHAT?!?" cos vivo's been open for so long and i just had my virgin voyage there so i must be a real noob but im SORRY[!!] i havent exactly been very free and the only time that i could i TURNED IT DOWN cos i was very tired. [and till date im still being reminded of it thankyou] vivo's like rather nice la. but it was sososo crowded like you'd think half of singapore was there but the stuff there's not bad? ate carl's junior which was like OMG frickin full-ish because the burger was seriously large. oh man carl's junior is like a once-a-year treat. HMM. YA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohoohooh. i almost forget. im working tomorrow!! at GF's that motorola factory thingo. yuppyupp. the hours are long and jayne and i have this fear that we wont be able to tahan it. HMM. just hoping i couldwouldshould. working till the end of the hols lor. which are like ohmy in bout 2 weeks time. and christmas is coming, like 7 days! gonna have to chiong for the presents and cards cos i wont really have much time since im working and all.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. put up the christmas tree just now with my bro. actually it was more me. it looks tall. but skinny. hmm, how to poof it up LEH. but it looks nice. YAY. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohvell. i have to go sleep already because i have to wake up early tomorrow since work starts at like 8.30 and im meeting jayne at 7.40 AHH. havent woken up at that kinda unearthly hour for a while. ok. goodnight everyone. oh i forgot to add. i dont know why but im aiming to get a digicam for myself next year. just a sudden thought. so random right. OK GOODNIGHT FOR GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*oh. want to do a poll. would you rather someone sugar the truth, so that it's not reallyreally the truth, or would you rather the truth, though it'll probably break your heart like, into millions of pieces or something?* let me know your thoughts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-2593706558258963720?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/2593706558258963720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=2593706558258963720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/2593706558258963720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/2593706558258963720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2006/12/ooh-yay-me-yay-i-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215224894153266090.post-5861001640927409784</id><published>2006-12-18T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:14:37.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TESTING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1215224894153266090-5861001640927409784?l=accidental-purpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/feeds/5861001640927409784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1215224894153266090&amp;postID=5861001640927409784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/5861001640927409784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1215224894153266090/posts/default/5861001640927409784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accidental-purpose.blogspot.com/2006/12/testing.html' title=''/><author><name>cookienook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/funky_biz/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
