<?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-7671186187683747463</id><updated>2011-08-04T04:32:31.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tingdaKING</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-5201645051554003861</id><published>2009-12-24T02:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T02:14:09.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Hey.... Lemme ask you. What do you think if I spent all my time waiting for someone to come back but then now that they're back, I don't really like them anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dun like then dun like lorh. Dun force urself."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-5201645051554003861?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/5201645051554003861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=5201645051554003861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/5201645051554003861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/5201645051554003861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-955315933656838023</id><published>2009-11-28T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:07:16.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Alright, it's OK&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;br /&gt;I won't be sorry&lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, it's OK&lt;br /&gt;So don't you bother what I do&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say&lt;br /&gt;I wont return&lt;br /&gt;Our bridge has burned down&lt;br /&gt;I'm stronger now&lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, it's OK&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;br /&gt;I won't be sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-955315933656838023?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/955315933656838023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=955315933656838023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/955315933656838023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/955315933656838023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-alright-its-ok-im-so-much-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-3519907720846638177</id><published>2009-11-26T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T14:41:26.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*In response to a sarcastic remark about her gay sexuality*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, at least I &lt;strong&gt;have &lt;/strong&gt;sexual preferences. I don't just sleep with anything that falls out of the sky on me, not like some people I could name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kestrel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo! Well-said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-3519907720846638177?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/3519907720846638177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=3519907720846638177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/3519907720846638177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/3519907720846638177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-response-to-sarcastic-remark-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-8451128999612902673</id><published>2009-11-20T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:26:19.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tell your mother, your brother, your sister and your friends;&lt;br /&gt;And the others, your lovers, better not be present tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want everyone to know that you are MINE and no one else's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-8451128999612902673?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/8451128999612902673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=8451128999612902673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/8451128999612902673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/8451128999612902673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-tell-your-mother-your-brother-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-8264045767512088496</id><published>2009-11-15T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:22:42.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I tend not to believe much of what I read in the so-called media... I wait ten years and read the book they write on what &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;happened, but were too afraid to tell us at that time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-8264045767512088496?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/8264045767512088496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=8264045767512088496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/8264045767512088496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/8264045767512088496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-tend-not-to-believe-much-of-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-8103426495334349265</id><published>2009-11-13T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:40:07.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Hello, 911 emergency..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...I just &lt;em&gt;broke up&lt;/em&gt; with my boyfriend."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-8103426495334349265?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/8103426495334349265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=8103426495334349265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/8103426495334349265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/8103426495334349265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-911-emergency.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-4034056780426239348</id><published>2009-11-04T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:41:14.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Storm to a Sentinel: "Storm, mistress of the elements, commands you to release that child! (Jubilee)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jubilee to Spiral: "Jubilee, princess of pyrotechnics, commands you to release that human! (Longshot)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-4034056780426239348?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/4034056780426239348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=4034056780426239348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/4034056780426239348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/4034056780426239348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2009/11/storm-to-sentinel-storm-mistress-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-3894467952645890780</id><published>2009-10-19T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:04:26.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gladiator: Out of my way, woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogue: Get outta your own way! *PUNCH*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-3894467952645890780?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/3894467952645890780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=3894467952645890780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/3894467952645890780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/3894467952645890780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2009/10/gladiator-out-of-my-way-woman-rogue-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-4241632278860944903</id><published>2009-10-15T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:28:15.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you &lt;em&gt;poke&lt;/em&gt; us, do we not bleed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-4241632278860944903?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/4241632278860944903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=4241632278860944903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/4241632278860944903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/4241632278860944903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-poke-us-do-we-not-bleed.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-1676582014812038848</id><published>2009-10-12T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:46:00.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gambit: Sure, I'll teach you plenty of things. If you ask me nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rogue brakes car*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogue: Don't ya ever get tired of listenin' to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambit: Not when I'm talkin' 'bout you, cher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-1676582014812038848?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/1676582014812038848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=1676582014812038848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/1676582014812038848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/1676582014812038848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2009/10/gambit-sure-ill-teach-you-plenty-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-2066296240075042660</id><published>2009-10-03T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:21:57.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honey, you're givin' me goosebumps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-2066296240075042660?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/2066296240075042660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=2066296240075042660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/2066296240075042660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/2066296240075042660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2009/10/honey-youre-givin-me-goosebumps.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-3019671806643063233</id><published>2009-09-25T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:31:18.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sheesh, just give it up already.&lt;br /&gt;You don't stand a chance, man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-3019671806643063233?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/3019671806643063233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-8743833062239550264</id><published>2009-03-25T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:26:56.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSP made my day by releasing us at 5pm so  I had like, enough time to actually go home and get changed before having to rush off for my piano lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piano teacher made my day by not screwing me for not practising my pieces at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-8743833062239550264?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/8743833062239550264/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-1431425818714658057</id><published>2009-03-23T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:53:36.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin Chang made my day by giving me a birthday present that I like really much. Thanks Calvin, and sorry for missing your birthday this year.  Promise to give you no less than a house next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Saravanan made my day for not coming for History class because that took my mind of the supposed quiz and gave me enough time to do my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCC made my day by having a... not to &lt;em&gt;sian &lt;/em&gt;training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-1431425818714658057?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/1431425818714658057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=1431425818714658057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/1431425818714658057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/1431425818714658057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-calvin-chang-made-my-day-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-4673956841186578028</id><published>2009-03-23T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:29:46.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have absolutely no idea what to blog about, but I'm doing this so that my blog doesn't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just asked her what to write about and she said 'My Awesomeness'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang. Here I go:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Your hair is winter fire. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;January embers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart burns there too."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took that from a show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-4673956841186578028?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/4673956841186578028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=4673956841186578028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/4673956841186578028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/4673956841186578028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-absolutely-no-idea-what-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-3441213618075266100</id><published>2009-03-19T10:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:50:31.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I know that is has been a very long time since I last posted. Say, maybe a few months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's pretty weird that I'm posting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, I am posting again, and guess what's its about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;drumroll&lt;/em&gt;* NCC CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting this question to people who talk to me after camp- "So, how was your camp?" People who know me well enough will know that I hate camp SO SO SO SO SO much such that you should never ever ask this question as-a-matter-of-factly to me. But if you do, you'd probably get an answer laced with the f-bomb over how absolutely boring it was. Especially with this time, since my birthday was on the first day of camp. (Woohoo, what a way to spend your birthday. In discipline camp.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this time is no different. The camp was really fucking... good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, there are times I don't enjoy like having to do field cooking and wash all that mud and soot off, and during those periods I'd be thinking, "&lt;em&gt;Here I am looking unglam and being stuck at fuckin camp." &lt;/em&gt;but then now that I look back, I realised that I, um, enjoyed the camp. Very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people who know me well enough would probably think I'm totally off my rocker to say such a thing, especially since the camp I said I enjoyed was meant to be a &lt;em&gt;discipline &lt;/em&gt;camp. Thing is, the camp was &lt;strong&gt;hardly&lt;/strong&gt; a discipline camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had kept track of the total number P.T that we actually did, the score should be somewhere around &gt; Push ups: 60 - 100 Crunches: 0 Running: &lt;1km&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they hardly.. well, had the heart to scold us for anything that we did. The only time we actually got a good scolding was after field cooking when they field was very dirty. And then they gave us a full half-hour to clean up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think they didn't scold us at all even when the field was still dirty after that half-hour. And we got no pumping at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The push ups were only done on the first day,when they were counting as we fell in. I think it was like, 160? But we hardly completed it. And they didn't even really make us do push ups. Like, they let us choose the sets we wanted them in. And let us decide how much time we needed to rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the running? It was just like, one round around the Raffles Square, one round around JR and Raja block. And that was just supposed to wake everyone up because they were like, half-dead after solo night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me you aren't already jealous of our 'discipline' camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1's supposed to be the most discipline day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They forgot to include my name in the attendance list. AGAIN. Well, me along with a couple of other guys. I think Yon-Lu also. I think they said something about using the same list as December camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And from the PoV of someone who would actually enjoy discipline camps, the first day was a total let down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only was there hardly any pumping after that bit we did in the morning while slacking in our bunks, the IFC was like... &lt;em&gt;slack&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had like, just 2 hours of drills given by our Part Cs. And they only made us do 20 because we made some mistakes. Then I think they conveniently forgot to punish us after the specs told them they had to do 1.5x the punishments they gave us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And amid their feeble reminders/scoldings of "Lock your arms," "Legs 90 degrees," and "Bang together," the most I can say about the drills was that it was very boring. At least the first half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second half was very amusing. I'm not going to write about it in case I get owned by people who think I'm like, bitching on my blog, but it went somewhere along the lines of some Part C not knowing how to give us a really long drill, screwing up the words and everyone [that includes our spec] laughing uncontrollably. When we were standing at attention. My lips hurt from biting it so hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last hour of drills [after 'IFC'] was just arms drills. So it was pretty slack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And IFC. Omg omg omg I cannot tell you how much I HATE HATE HATE IFC. But thank god there was no test. This time our 'IFC' was just comprised of us sitting there, looking bored, while the Part Cs tried to teach us. Oh, and we were wearing P.T kit. And I think everyone was half asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there was mass War Games- cept I didn't want to take part. Mainly I just sat outside the ORA office behind the randomly-placed drawers staring out at the opposite blocks and planning a great escape in which I'd leap over the fence and take a bus home. And then a spider that jumped out of a crevice in the cupboard jerked me back into reality and I started thinking of Stephen King's &lt;em&gt;The Mist. &lt;/em&gt;I think I'll go stream it now. Anyway, the next moment, I heard Max's voice. Then I got killed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think he mentioned something about slacking and then escorted me to hell where I was made to hold in push-up and diamond push-up position. For barely 5 seconds before I was released. And as I walked back to my slacking position I realised he was following me and that freaked me out so I asked why and he said I couldn't slack so I started jogging round and round the admin block trying to shake him off but then he started jogging with me so we just chatted and chatted and ran until it was time to end game. It felt good to exercise. Anyway the chat was way more fun than any war game could have been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Field cooking sucked. Really. Especially all that mud gettin stuck to my mess tin and butt. Anyway I was basically slacking off and gettin Max and Yon-Lu and Mervyn to cook for me. And then it was weird. I had random people coming up to be and shakin my hands saying "Oh happy birthday! You're such a nice guy I should probably notice you more often." I felt weirded out. And then I realised its because I told Max it was my birthday while we were jogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fright night was... well. Not bad. I didn't watch the movie. Nor did I want to risk scaring myself. I just slept through except the 4 times when Yon-Lu shook me awake screaming "AHH GARETH WAKE UP!" and that scared me too so I started screaming too but when I stopped the scary part was over. That and the times he bugged me to watch so I actually did. The night walk around the school was... well, it seemed freaky at first but then it was okay because no one jumped out from the corners to scare us. And we didn't see anyone. Or anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I became thankful that I didn't scare myself by watching the movie because my solo night sleeping spot was 3rd floor, outside the Bio Labs. Me, just after Lab 3, Yon-Lu somewhere ahead between lab 1 and 2 and some part A back at the top of the staircase landing. I half expected some floating green alien to come flying out the Bio Lab doors in the middle of the night but that didn't happen, although I did feel some strange shafts of wind and I thought I heard footsteps on my groundsheet more than once in the night. So I kept my torch on most of the night but when the specs came by I turned it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still couldn't sleep. Not so much because I was afraid of the dark as my legs were aching from the run and my head and back were aching from the hard floor. Somehow it got to the point where I kinda hoped one of my really BAD nosebleeds would come along so I cause an uproar by running out from the pitch black science block screaming "AHHHH THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE BIO LABS! THERE'S SOMETHING COMING FROM THERE!" and get everyone freaked out when they saw the blood drippin from my nose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nosebleed didn't come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept falling asleep throughout the day. Its very tiring when you only get less than 15 minutes of sleep the night before. Especially when you're doing the 'amazing' race. Let's just say that the 6 'amazing' stops are: RGS, HQNCC, IMM, The Esplanade, Army Market, then East Coast. Maybe I left out one. Or two. Whatever. And it just occurred to me that the first three names can be written in capitals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, for those who know, I DO live VERY near IMM, and so I was kind of nervous when I realised we had to go there. Because, you know... Well let's just say I warned everyone in my team that they had to restrain me and slap me 3 times- two times forehand, and one time backhand if I ever started bawling like a baby and tried to run home. For better or worse, neither of which happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it kind of felt good to be there, because I was the expert. I could aquire most answers to the questions that were posed, and I half-knew the buses that could get to the next station. Not that the latter helped. Bus 502 took so freaking long to come that by the time it did, Jason's team was at the bus stop with us. Which wasn't a bad thing, just that it didn't put us very far from the back. I think there were only 3 teams with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I gatecrashed the upper deck with Jason's team and left my team alone in the first deck. I sat beside him and we chatted for quite abit. Until the sleepiness started to get in. Its really irritating when your eyes start getting heavy and I struggled in vain to keep awake.. until I totally lost it and my head hit the chair. Sorry Jason &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway the next moment i was well aware that Jason stopped talking abruptly and there was an awkward pause of silence before he hesistatingly said, "Uh... I'm really sorry but is what I'm saying to you like, boring you out?" At which I started blabbering incoherently about being tired and not getting enough sleep and that no he really wasn't boring me out and I was sincere. And I was. He's a fun guy to talk to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I told this to Max when we were out talking on the shore he laughed. Its quite a... [I can't really think of a word to describe it yet] experience talking to him. He asked me if I've ever seen a shooting star and I said no and he said he pities me cuz my life is... I don't remember what he said but I do remember seeing a shooting star 2 minutes later and he said make a wish and he said he wished for a 4.0 GPA and I said I wished for world peace and I did, kinda, and he stared and said that maybe I should consider wishing for something remotely possible and I said but if it was possible then I didn't have to wish for it, I just had to make an effort to make it come true and he said maybe I should wish for something that hinges on being possible and impossible and I said ahh wishing upon a shooting star is crap anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to leave the shore at around 2 when they asked us to fall in to tell us about the 2am curfew. I went to sleep immediately after that. And as I sit here writing his blog entry, I suddenly think of the word I wanted to use. I think its 'peculiar'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I speak in terms of Day 3, I'm speaking literally. I woke up at 3am to find the wind rather strong. And it was cold. And then it started drizzling so I said to Melvin, "Melvin go sleep the other way you sleep this way n the rain's gonna hit ur face," and he grunted and went back to sleep so I zipped up the tent and we all stayed in. And that was a very bad idea because it started to rain &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HEAVILY &lt;/strong&gt;and the whole tent became a swamp of torchlights, tissue paper and grounsheets. Yon-Lu decided to abandon ship halfway when the rain became way too heavy but me and melvin and samuel stayed in and used our backs to support the tent and I fell asleep in half-squat position. And then Melvin peeped out and said that we were the last tent on our side of area and we heard someone shout something along the lines of 'last man standing'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Yon-Lu came back in when it was lighter but we tried to chase him out and then I felt really bad after that because I realised that he must have been pissed at me when he dao ed me during breakfast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then when daybreak came, everyone watched the spellbinding sunset and I took an emo, albeit not so nice looking photo of YiFan walking along the shore towards the sun. But it was cool all the same. And then I noticed Max talking with his Part C cadet and our sir and then I felt quite unused to not being the one talking to him. Not after spending my War Games time and my East Coast free and easy time chatting with him. But anyway I found other stuff to amuse myself with, like plastering the bench with soggy poker cards and taking 'artistic' photos of it and standing around flapping my pants trying to get it dry. And then when that became boring I took off my sandals, held them in my left hand and started walking along the sea shore with the waves crashing at my feet and pretending to be an emo Colbie Callait like in Jason Mraz's 'Lucky' video, whistling the tune to &lt;em&gt;Lucky&lt;/em&gt; and half hoping that some hot babe in a bikini would start whistling the harmony back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's pretty much everything interesting that happened in Day 3 the last day. And then strangely, after camp, I didn't feel my usual feelings of... bliss. Instead, I felt.. a bit of... well, like I couldn't bear to leave camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then after I had my lunch and a bath, I went to bed and woke up at 9 for a half-hour to have my dinner and then went to bed again and woke up at 10am. And I felt this strange feeling of loneliness, of solitude. Like I wanted to be back at camp again where everything was always so noisy. So crowded. Unlike my empty home. With my Dad and Mom away at work, Bro out with his friends and Sister away at camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, I &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;miss camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall Rating: 9.5/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&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/7671186187683747463-3441213618075266100?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/3441213618075266100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=3441213618075266100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/3441213618075266100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/3441213618075266100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-i-know-that-is-has-been-very-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-8342116760509611826</id><published>2008-11-18T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:43:29.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People who play DotA are fucking assholes. Yep, they are. One minute its 'Tq. Oh man I luv ur chakra magic," and the next its "Fucktard. Why didn't you help me?" And I'm like "What? I can't help I haven't added mana leak yet," and they'll be like "You run so fast. Whack lah!" and I'm like "Even if I whack they would still have chased you and killed you. And then kill me." and then they're like "Noob." WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I do have fun experiences with DotA. Like this once when the new map (I think, maybe quite long ago like 6.56?) came out and this host refused to let people who came in to download the map, there was these two goons who, the moment they came in, started switching their placing at light speed. It was blue teal purp yellow orange pink.... before you could say 'map stealer'. And to think that they actually got as far as 35 percent! I couldn't stop laughing. At them, and the host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, me calvin and winnie were having trouble deciding what to play. We were bored of 3v3, and neither me nor calvin was in the mood for mini games. So I was like, alright, on the count of 5, everyone shout what you want to play. And I was like, "5,4,3,2, [long pause for dramatic effect]..................1."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spartans!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3v3!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DotA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will lag during DotA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spartans is retarded!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3v3 so boring!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, [I don't know how but] we settled on a Starcraft map. "What's this?" I asked. "Human = Terran, Orc=..." I forget which is zerg and which is protoss. Anyway, I noticed he left undead out. Then I remembered. Undead = auto lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, whats undead?" I asked purposely. "Auto lose." Winnie's and my race immediately changed to undead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oieeee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed mine to Terran. Winston changed his to random. "Winston, don't leh. Very scary." I disagreed. It was exciting. Like Russian Roulette. Anyway, Winston insisted and Calvin was forced to start the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game started. 'knockoutman was defeated' the screen said. I was about to type something sarcastic when the screen flashed, 'ilovemtg has left the game.' I couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually went through this 3-4 times. (Poor Calvin!) Dying because we tried one time too many with random... and at a particularly amusing incident, this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game starting in 5...&lt;br /&gt;Game starting in 4...&lt;br /&gt;Game starting in 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my race to undead. Calvin left the game. I laughed like crazy. So much so that my mother strongly encouraged me to stop, lest I suffocate to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of laughing like crazy, I remember this once my sister told me about her weirdo friend. It was during her chinese call where she recalled this incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at Fish and Co. having lunch and she was like, "I tell you, that _______ is crazy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" I asked, getting slightly annoyed that my food was taking the time beyond what was acceptable to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her! You know the other day, in Chinese class, she was like, Omg Joce, you know your brother? HAHAHAHA he was, OMG HAHAHA in Sembawang! HAHA! With a plastic bag! HAHAHAHAHA Picking HAHAHAHAHA Rubbish! OMG HAHAHAHA! And I was like ________ keep quiet! And my teacher was like Jocelyn please stop talking," She made a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blinked for a few seconds, mainly because I needed time to digest all that she had said and also because I had difficulty deciding if my sister's school was actually a school or an insane asylum. The way I see it ___________ definitely has a problem if she speaks with her sentences  interspersed with maniacal laughter. Right, definitely a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your sister got scolded for you!" my mother said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Ohhhh... I didn't know you cared!" I said and made a face. "Anyway, she can kiss my ass because X [______'s crush-who-shall-not-be-named from RINCC] said she's a bitch!" I continued. "Actually not really, he just kept saying that I look like her and I was like what does she look like and he was like you don't know what she looks like and I was like I don't even know her and he was like well, she looks like a bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That means you look like a bitch too," my sister pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bit my lip. "Well... I didn't see it in THAT way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, time to start saving for that plastic surgery I've always wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-8342116760509611826?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/8342116760509611826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=8342116760509611826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/8342116760509611826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/8342116760509611826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-who-play-dota-are-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-1961662316921510529</id><published>2008-11-15T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:16:52.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time: 2.30 est.&lt;br /&gt;Location: IMM&lt;br /&gt;The Scene: A partially full restaurant Baystreet 21. Mainly because its pretty late for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like coffee. But of course, I'm using the term 'coffee' very loosely, because the way I make my coffee, you'd probably confuse it with a milkshake. Well, I love creamer too but that's a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After this, I guess Gareth will accompany me to giant and walk around while you go back home to study," my mum said to my brother, passing him the house keys. No buts from my brother- he's in the midst of the A levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretended not to hear and stirred my 'coffee'. Finally, I protested, "But.. I'm very busy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah? What with?" my mum queried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried hard to think of an excuse. Sadly, since the beginning of the holidays, my timetable consists of nothing much other than eating, sleeping, bathing, and playing computer games. "I... I'm very busy... I need to sort out my underwear drawer!" My chest heaved. I caught a few heads turning in my direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum stared. "You don't have an underwear drawer," she accurately pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let out a huge sigh. "And I should get one as an excuse from now on," I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is how I found myself strolling through Giant with my mum that Saturday. A perfectly good saturday spent grocery shopping. Boo-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, but its pretty amazing how grocery shopping can be. I found it a refreshing change from my usual activities which are usually in front of the computer. It's also about that time of the year where I make silly resolutions to clear my desk - which largely involves staring at my desk, then going off to play because it's simply messy beyond hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, as we passed a rack of clothes, I pointed out that I wanted to get a pair of FBTs. Guy FBTs. Not those kinds that girls wear, not the super-short kind that you probably help save the earth by wearing since the minimal amount of cloth required probably means you helped save a few cotton plants, if that counts. Immediately my mum suggested that I wear the girl kind. And she helped picked out a light green pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forget I asked for anything," was the best I could manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my sister insists that even the super short FBTs are actually meant for guys. "It has that netting inside," she reasons. "You mean female shorts have no netting?" I asked. She stared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!" she shrieked. "Of course not."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-1961662316921510529?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/1961662316921510529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=1961662316921510529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/1961662316921510529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/1961662316921510529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-4243581797485654772</id><published>2008-10-31T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:24:56.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I'm really not so sure, but there should be a rule as to how you behave in church, right? I mean, you don't have to be angelic but the least I think anyone could do is to sit still, and be quiet. Even if they're secretly having carnal fantasies about the hot chick in the 3rd row of the pews on the opposite sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that I think about it, I certainly hope there is no such rule. Because if there were, my family certainly doesn't cut it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's rewind, to two Sundays ago. Well, at least I &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;it was two Sundays ago. Or it could be last Sunday. I forget, but who gives a shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the priest (sorry to say this, but he's not my favourite one) was preaching about the gospel and I was thinking about Rakion. Then I thought to myself that I probably wasn't going to try Rakion again till a long time later so I decided not to think. Yes, guys (at least me) hate to think. But a quick survey of my surroundings, revealed that I was in a purely hot babe -less zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned to my mom and looked at the diamond ring on her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at this point I must say my family certainly is NOT rich. Its not some kind of 10 carat solitaire ring. Its just a small ring with three pieces of diamond on it, what my mother calls a trio. And they aren't very big either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, out of boredom I just started fingering her ring. "Whoahhh...." I said. My mother looked and made a face. My brother turned. "Whoahhh..." he followed. "Shh." my mother said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What, what? " my da sao, sitting beside my brother who was sitting beside me who was sitting beside my mother said. At this point their conversation was taken into hushed whispers so I couldn't hear what they were saying but my brother must have exxaggerated the size of the rocks on my mom's finger because the next moment, da sao was leaning on my brother's lap, looking at the diamonds and saying 'Whoahh....'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom quickly got defensive. "Its nothing.. they're [the diamonds] small." That didn't stop da sao. She looked at my brother with a face of longing. "What?" he asked. She pointed at the big ol' rocks. "Um, yeah they're really nice." he said and pretended to be listening to the priest. She pouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"50 years later," he promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"20."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"40."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You said it!" she said happily. And then it all died down as they started whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I yawned and started falling asleep. I think I heard my mother sighing with relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-4243581797485654772?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/4243581797485654772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=4243581797485654772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/4243581797485654772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/4243581797485654772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-know-im-really-not-so-sure-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-6146130596562553773</id><published>2008-09-29T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:23:30.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I haven't posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-6146130596562553773?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/6146130596562553773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=6146130596562553773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/6146130596562553773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/6146130596562553773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-know-what-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-3601828014872957626</id><published>2008-09-12T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:09:18.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;50 Most Annoying Things&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Public Transport&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Trains that terminate at stops that aren't at the end of the MRT Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the train isn't going to reach the end, don't even bother starting it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49 People who dump their EZ Link cards into gigantic bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And take 20 minutes holding their giant bags and trying to aim the card at the tapper. While everyone else waits behind you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 People who rush into trains without letting those on board get off first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously, how many times do you need to be told? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 People who think the MRT Train is their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, we don't want to hear your terribly off-key, painfully loud rendition of Jay Chou's songs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 Parents who let their kids run around and scream on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What, you think this is a playground?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Library&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 People who talk loudly in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you'll excuse us, some of us are actually trying to study or read. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 People who put their feet up on the chair. Or dig their nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's just plain bad manners. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 People who take some books, realize its not their cup of tea, and then put it back on another shelf 50 metres away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I want to look for a book by John Tan I don't think I would want to search at the Z section either. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 'Good friends'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who are your good friends only when you brought kokocrunch for reccess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 Muggers who insist they don't mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes Kei Jun, I'm talking about you -.-. And seriously, I DO NOT MUG. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 People who refuse to tell you their test scores or GPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Especially when you already know that they did darn freaking good. I'm sure you're too shy to reveal your 4.0 GPA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 Parents who get too involved in your child's projects and complain over little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you going to complain to his boss for giving him a tough assignment when he's 30 years old?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 Homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously, need you ask more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 Worksheets that require 'extra reading' to complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a reason why 'teachers' exist. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 CCAs. That. Are. Seriously. Damn. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I enjoy spending 6 to 9 hours a week doing something I find utterly boliao. Really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 Unreasonable Prefects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 Super-long canteen queues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 RE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't we already have enough of projects in all of our various subjects? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 School Rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because rules are meant to be broken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 Canteen food that is overpriced 500%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would pay for a tasty meal, in a place with nice air conditioning and ambience. Not a disgusting bowl of bak chor mee in a school canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 Having to do PE in the blazing hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because that's what's going to make me have bad skin. Like the tan, though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 People who act cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unless you're Yan Kang, please don't try. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Movies with corny endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Movies with predictable endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 Movies with endings that are left hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 Movies with endings that are meant to teach us moral values and blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't we get enough of that in character education?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Fugly actresses being cast as characters that are meant to be drop-dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I pay for a movie ticket, I expect the whole package. If the character is meant to be drop dead sexy, use a drop dead sexy actress. Not cheat the audience of a... stimulating experience. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Mysterious Movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still don't know what Cloverfield was about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eating Places&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Parents who let their kids run all around the restaurant, screaming and shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Rude Waiters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're meant to be serving the customers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Rude Customers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may be served by the waiters, but you're not royalty. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Chi Chi restaurants that give chi chi names to their dishes which are in french or whatever language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until you realize what the dish actually IS when you get it served. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Restaurants that don't serve F.O.C water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And don't ask if I want my water distilled or sparkling. I'll pass that and have tap water please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Restaurants that don't give proper compensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its still excuseable if you replaced my caterpillar-infested broccoli. Its not ok if you served me caterpillar-infested broccoli TWICE including the replacement. And its not ok if you offer to replace the broccoli again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Restaurants that hire too few workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We don't want to have to wait 20 minutes for you to take our orders, quickly go over and assist the customers at nearby tables, and then forget our orders.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Restaurants that charge a bomb for service charge, but the service doesn't seem up to standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 People who complain the whole day about having to spend 100 bucks on a good meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But can't wait to get their hands on a 10 000 bucks branded bag.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Misleading Names. [Of Restaurants and their Dishes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We don't enter Burger King to eat chicken rice. Neither do we order a Chicken Chop with the expectations of receiving a Duck Chop instead. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Online Gaming/ Computers/ Online Messaging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 When you can't seem to use Microsoft Word properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alas, the supposedly user friendly software can be not-so-user-friendly after all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I don't intend to play rakion with my character walking at 3m/hr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Having to spend money on an online game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinful and addictive yet oh-so-irritating.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Almost too-perfect-to-be-true looking characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Step 1: Look at the Rakion Archer/Warrior. Step 2: Look at self in mirror. Step 3: Refrain from jumping out the window.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Sore losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 People who use hokkein to scold you online, thinking you don't understand what they are saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Websites that bombard you with pop ups and adverts the moment you enter them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I enter your website to download game hacks. Not to visit Cursormania.com, or know which sites to find free porn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Porno pop-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I'm not a perv. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Unnecessary server maintenances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you wonder why we complain when there are still so many bugs and glitches going on in the game.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Hackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guilty as charged, but they ruin the fun for everyone. Unless of course, YOU are the one hacking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 People who put act-cool names on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I'm not perfect... but its cool.' You're not perfect and you're retarded.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 People who dao you after saying 'Hi'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bye."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think it doesn't take effort, having to update consistently about your stupid freaking life where nothing but NOTHING ever happens?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-3601828014872957626?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/3601828014872957626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=3601828014872957626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/3601828014872957626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/3601828014872957626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/09/50-most-annoying-things-public.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-548284980036283606</id><published>2008-08-29T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:07:51.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay today was a great day!&lt;br /&gt;Went back to NH after Teacher's Day Celebrations ended in RI. Damn early, like, 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then! Whole crowd of NH guys went back togetherrr and then at traffic junction I said wanted to take bus because then at least its a direct bus and I don't have to change from MRT to bus and then we also have a better chance of getting to sit down. But then the other guys said no because they think it takes too long so I went ahead and took bus with Yan Kang while the rest went to take MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had a pretty good time on the bus discussing random topics like cubing and our classmates and yan kang and his 101 medical ailments and how it feels like to be operated on. And then there was sloooooooooooow moving traffic but overall still ok. Yan Kang can be quite fun company! :) Unlike some other guys. Love you Yan Kang &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the other guys who took MRT were like so eager to know where we were because they wanted to win us in that they wanted to reach NH first and I was like, fuck off lah no one wants to compete with you right whats your fucking problem. And they won anyway, like I give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to see the teachers and then junior went to tell everyone I'm steading my dar and then Mdm Teo was like, Haha Oh really? And then I quickly said NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO and so did my dar when she asked. Love you dar &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made Kun Yang rush all the way because we waited for him for an hour or so but its not his fault because he was released late and he raaaaaaaaaan all the way and he was panting! Yay for Kun Yang! Love you Kun Yang &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then went to Subway and ate with Yan Kang and Kun Yang and Kartik yay! Damn funny we were like eating together and making randome wisecracks with sexual connotations and I said Fuck so many times quite loudly I wondered why nobody noticed. And then Kun Yang was like so innocent! :) Too bad Yan Kang and I have gotten corrupted. And Kartik and Yan Kang liked my reccomendation of SouthWest sauce :):) ^^ And then Kartik kept saying that his parents will screw him for going home late but in the end he stayed and kept us company anway! Love you Kartik &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then went to Library after walking Kartik to MRT and sat in top floor and read comics! And then yan kang was so cute he didn't know how to play POKEMON on Gameboy Colour after so long but he was amused enough :) And then Kun Yang had to go because his father came to fetch him to third lang and so me and Yan Kang left and the day ended :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay my dar watched Wall E today:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-548284980036283606?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/548284980036283606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=548284980036283606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/548284980036283606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/548284980036283606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay-today-was-great-day-went-back-to-nh.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-580045418367968987</id><published>2008-08-27T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:35:46.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a looooooooooooooooooooooong time!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now the Avatar of Vanity! :)&lt;br /&gt;And Yan Kang is the Avatar of Cuteness and Kei Jun is the Avatar of Mugging and Sean Tan is the Avatar of Sex and Li Yang is the Avatar of Luck/Sleepiness and Kartik is the Avatar of either happiness or fats or jollity or mugging2 or something. I forget. Shaowu is the Avatar of Money, Chiraag is the Avatar of Noise, and Liang Pu is the Avatar of Eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during english it was like, damn funny because Dr Alfiani was going through the compre and then we started talking about what words can replace 'enraged' and then I told Stephen how about 'bull in a china shop' and then he was like 'Yeah right. A bull in a Liang Pu shop stingray!' And then Kartik couldn't stop laughing o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then in one of the recent Math lessons Mrs Chan was like 'We want to erect a line...' and then everybody started laughing and she quickly corrected herself with 'We want to construct a line...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the other day Stephen had a bulge at his crotch area and then Kartik was like 'Are you erecting?' but it was just the fold of the zip and then I started laughing like nuts and couldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then during the Animal Farm Quiz my group of Kartik (Yay!) and Ian (shit.) was like kept seeing if we were winning Yan Kang's group and when we finally were we started cheering and clapping and screaming and Dr Alfiani looked at us weird and shook her head in amusement. And then there was one part Sean Tan said the answer should be battle of cow dung instead of battle of cowshed and then i started laughing like nuts again and then I saw Dr Alfiani looking at me in amusement again. And then Kartik wrote 'poet pig' for one of the answers and i started laughing because of the alliteration. Or whatever. And then Dr Alfiani looked at me weird again! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention next year my RE Group has all agreed to do an RE Project on RE Projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yan Kang is so pro at rugby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dunnoe what to post liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my dar &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-580045418367968987?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/580045418367968987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=580045418367968987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/580045418367968987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/580045418367968987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-havent-posted-in-looooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-6067531955348843320</id><published>2008-08-24T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:15:56.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What to post what to post...&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what to post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate life and love my dar &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-6067531955348843320?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/6067531955348843320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=6067531955348843320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/6067531955348843320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/6067531955348843320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-to-post-what-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-2239451241786584085</id><published>2008-08-16T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:23:04.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to subway at J8 for lunch today with Li Yang and Kei Jun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Li Yang already had a packed lunch, so he didn't eat there. Instead, we waited for him to finish it at the Raja Block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Yang is a clarevoyant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like, omg can you all wait for me while I finish my lunch I can go with you. And we were like, ok, c'mon just eat in class! And then he was like, No don't want lah what if I get into trouble and went down to the SR Block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kartik, on the other hand, went ahead and ate. And got caught by Dr Alfiani when she, coincidentally decided to visit our class AFTER school ._." And she came in and saw his food and was like, 'Oh you are SO not supposed to eat in class!' And the Kartik stopped o.O And then, Dr Alfiani wanted to see me abt the letter I wrote to Mrs Maas! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, when Li Yang was back we went to J8 and ate Subway and while we ate we talked about lots of stuff like cookies and pokemon and rakion and neopets and CCAs. KJ is a big eater :O he could finish his drink and two cookies and his cold cut but I gave a cookie to Li Yang and had him share my drink and I still felt really full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I asked Li Yang if he thought I was handsome and if he thought I was ugly he could just tell me straight to the face and I wouldn't be pissed. He couldn't answer so I said how about if I asked you to place me on a scale of 1 - 10 where 1 is *name has been censored to protect the identity of Ian* and 10 is Matthew Tjeong and he placed me at 5.5 and my heart shattered into a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offence, Ian :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-2239451241786584085?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/2239451241786584085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=2239451241786584085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/2239451241786584085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/2239451241786584085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/08/went-to-subway-at-j8-for-lunch-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-261883280998868800</id><published>2008-08-09T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:23:14.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yan Kang is addicted to the Rubik's cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Yan Kang is addicted to solving the Rubik's cube. You'd think from his appearance that he should be addicted to drinking milk and skipping or something, but yan kang is addicted to solving the Rubik's cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan Kang's parents: I hope the both of you boys won't just be playing the cube the whole weekend and not revising for you exams.&lt;br /&gt;Myself:  Haha, wun lah.&lt;br /&gt;Yan Kang's mother: Yan Kang has been playing with his cube non-stop when he's at home.&lt;br /&gt;Yan Kang's father: Maybe we should confiscate his cube.&lt;br /&gt;Myself: [Snigger].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then later on, Yan Kang declared that he was going to buy a real cube because his 'old cube sux!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself: Hi, can I buy a Rubik's cube please?&lt;br /&gt;Store Assisstant: Sure. Would that be 3 by 3, 4 by 4, or...?&lt;br /&gt;Myself: 3 by 3 would do. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Store Assisstant: [Gets cube for me] That would be 10.90. Do you want it open?&lt;br /&gt;Myself: [Hands Yan Kang's money to him] No need. Thanks! [Hands cube to yan kang]&lt;br /&gt;Yan Kang: [Rips open cube packaging] C'mon c'mon please let it be a smooth cube! [Turns cube around a few times] Wow! Hehe! Woohoo! It feels so smooth! Like its sandpapered already!&lt;br /&gt;Myself: Haha, congratz.&lt;br /&gt;Yan Kang: Give me your cube! [After receiving it] Shit. Your cube is smoother.&lt;br /&gt;Myself: ...&lt;br /&gt;Yan Kang: Damn it. So unlucky I got a bad cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, maybe you haven't noticed, but since when is cubing supposed to become an addiction? YK has totally become addicted. He's doing everything to bring his timing down, (like finger tricks and all that) and playing with it every other minute. But it worked, sort of. His timing is about 1 minute now? My personal best? Nothing before 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't see what's so good about the cube. I learnt how to solve it for self-improvement so I wouldn't be the only one in class who doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, I was playing Rakion today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself: Oi! Fucking noob mage I come help you you leave me to die!&lt;br /&gt;Random Mage: Whatever. I never ask for you help. You no legs to run meh?&lt;br /&gt;Myself: Fucking ingrate!&lt;br /&gt;Random Mage: Cannot even save yourself still want save me. Go and play with noobs like yourself lah! Come this room for what!&lt;br /&gt;Myself: Yeah I am thats why I'm playing with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG i hate such fucktard Rakionistas lah! No sense of teamwork one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the emo side...&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I am so jealous of you! And though everything about you has changed, I realised that I find myself more jealous than I am angry.&lt;br /&gt;How come you always get all the good things? Its so unfair. Why are you the one with the higher GPA, better looks, and more popularity?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I do everything to get what I want but you always get it instead without trying? Why are you such an A-lister while I have been a C-lister all my life?&lt;br /&gt;I try to be a himbo so I can look good while you don't do anything and I become the one labelled ugly. I try to be humble and not keep suan ing other people and you're still the more popular one. Why do you always get everything without trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is so unfair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-261883280998868800?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/261883280998868800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=261883280998868800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/261883280998868800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/261883280998868800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/08/yan-kang-is-addicted-to-rubiks-cube.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-4927717214651027356</id><published>2008-08-06T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:20:53.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a long time and I don't know what to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya this weeks sucks lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost pencilcase that contains thumbdrive that contains very important documents for RE and all that shit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got owned by assisstant head prefect&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NCC training damn boring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realized that I am very ugly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of fucking tests next week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough with the sad stuff. Let's talk about the happy stuff. :D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So then, today was like damn funny. Only 6 sec 1 came for NCC training o.O And 3 came late, at 4 and after. It was like, when me and Ian reached we were like, WTF why are we the only sec 1 cadets! And then we fell in and I fell out to be I/C and it was just me facing Ian and Ian contorting his face into funny expressions to try and make me laugh. And then it was like, super anti climax when the third cadet came. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So training was pretty slack. All we did was learn useless drills, since there were only 6 of us and there would be no point re teaching the other 22 cadets. Oh, and I was like, reporting strength after water break but I forgot to count myself so I had to re do it cluelessly like, 3 times o.O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But there was like, no water breaks. Only 10 second adjustments that come once every 10 minutes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiya. What else to say? Don't want write liao lah. I'm off to play Rakion. Or DotA. Or chat on MSN. Or ISC. Whatever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh ok. I just realised I have to do my fucked up RE project! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &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/7671186187683747463-4927717214651027356?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/4927717214651027356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=4927717214651027356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/4927717214651027356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/4927717214651027356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-havent-posted-in-long-time-and-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-4568058366530199014</id><published>2008-07-31T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:03:01.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'd probably never say this to your face, so the only way you'd know this is if you're reading this from my blog right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You have changed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You're very different. You're saying very different things you never would have said in the past. Your behaving in a way you never would have in the past. Your actions are different. Everything is different about you. Come to think of it, you're almost doing everything you would have criticised me for a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Everyone changes. I won't deny I have changed a fair bit also. For starters, I've become vainer, and more vulgar. Instead of losing weight, I want to put on weight now. I used to think Chinaman Fashion clothing was cool, but now I prefer shirts with attention-seeking motifs on them. I want to be friends with more popular people now. But that's a different story. Now, this is about &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;Everytime we meet, I feel we're getting faker and faker with each other. I never feel I can have a heart to heart talk with you. When I'm feeling really depressed, I think twice about relying on talking to you to be comforted. When I have a really pressing problem, I think twice about coming to you for real advice. In fact, I'd say for such serious issues I need to talk about, I would actually go to my not-so-close friends over you. Why? Because they can give me sound advice and guidance I can count on. Something that assures me. Something that I can trust even though we're not best friends&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;You on the other hand, have a different style of talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  How is it that you can never seem to tell when I'm being serious in the way I talk? Is it because I'm always not serious when I talk to you? Perhaps its because I've been too self-pitying for you to tell if I really have a problem I need advice on? If I'm in a fucked-up mood because I say, screwed maths? I will go 'Sigh.. I'm really screwed about my math..." I don't expect any more of you than "Yah lah yah lah math genius... like real you screw lorh... I worse than you..." Like, WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  How is if you always turn every conversation into something about you? I say I suck at math, and you try to say you suck more. That doesn't comfort me. Or are you just saying you want me to comfort you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I used to trust you a lot. I used to come to you whenever I had an issue I needed help with. Now its different. I can never do that anymore because whatever I say, you dismiss it as a joke. Either that, or you simply can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You have changed so much. You're criticising everyone you see. If its not, "Wahlau lah China people!" its "That girl is a fugly bitch/butch!" or something of that line. You've become so much more judgemental. Which is something you criticised me for in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have so much more to say about you. Your style of speaking is so heavily influenced by your new friends. Your sense of fashion. Even your style of blogging. Why does it seem to... unreflective of the person I used to know? And before I end off, never, ever try to openly suan my dar. Nothing gets me more pissed when you do that. Go ahead and criticise but don't suan her. If you do that, it means you're trying to fuck with me and I will be fucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh, and dearest PSL, whatever happened to all that 'Respect and Sensitivity' you taught us about? The way you behaved on that day, I'd say it was a whole lot of bullshit you bitched about during PSGM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-4568058366530199014?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/4568058366530199014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=4568058366530199014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/4568058366530199014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/4568058366530199014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-friend-id-probably-never-say-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-860959015193891727</id><published>2008-07-24T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:58:38.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what this is, but sinc she asked me to do then I anyhow do. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the person who passed you this quiz&lt;br /&gt;Ningxin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. your relationship with him or lover?&lt;br /&gt;uh.... my dar? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. your 5 impressions of him(her)&lt;br /&gt;gosh i dunnoe... cute? Um neurotic? What does neurotic mean? Uh... pro at scrabble? Funny.. uh... fun-loving? Does that count? Uh... I think she hangs around guys a lot XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the most memorable thing he(she)'s done for you&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. dunnoe also she does a lot... everything she does for me is memorable &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the most memorable thing he(she) has said to you&lt;br /&gt;cannot tell lah, later she scold me =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. if he(she) becomes your lover, you will&lt;br /&gt;she's already my dar &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. if he(she) becomes your lover, things he(she) should improve on&lt;br /&gt;she perfect :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. if he(she) becomes your enemy, you will&lt;br /&gt;be weirded out o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. if he(she) becomes your enemy, the reason will be&lt;br /&gt;the relationship didn't work out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. the most desired thing you want to do for him(her) now&lt;br /&gt;um.. I dunnoe.. her wish is my command XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. your overall impression of him(her)&lt;br /&gt;um.. I dunnoe also... um... fun person to be with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. how do you think people around you would feel about you&lt;br /&gt;think I'm gay. And I will be pissed. Also think I'm vain. But that's ok because I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. the characteristics you love about yourself&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much actually... um...I can't think of anything... that I'm not fat? But then I'm scrawny so it doesn't really count... um... I'm dedicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. on the contrary, the characteristics you hate about yourself are&lt;br /&gt;no double eyelids, very scrawny, no nice nose, fat cheeks, bad teeth, eyebags... I'm definitely going for plastic surgery. Also can't sing for shit even though I love music... um.. act seh ? I don't know.. there are a lot of stuff I don't really like about myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. the most ideal person you want to be is&lt;br /&gt;Frozenfly or [L]oveHina... and Sean Tan. Like his attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. for people who care and like you, say something to them&lt;br /&gt;There are people who care and like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. pass this quiz to 10 persons to see how they feel about you&lt;br /&gt;I'd choose 10 people, but I won't bother passing this to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Zhi Hong&lt;br /&gt;2 Kevan&lt;br /&gt;3 Kun Yang&lt;br /&gt;4 Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;5 Kei Jun&lt;br /&gt;6 Li Yang&lt;br /&gt;7 Yan Kang&lt;br /&gt;8 Kartik&lt;br /&gt;9 Eric&lt;br /&gt;10 Churen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. who is no6 (that's Li Yang) having a relationship with at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;He's single now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. is no9 (that's Eric) male or female&lt;br /&gt;He's a male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. if no7 (that's Yan Kang) and no10 (that's Churen) are together, will that be a good thing&lt;br /&gt;um... I don't know? Its quite impossible for them to get together actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. how about no8 (that's Kartik) and no5 (that's Kei Jun)&lt;br /&gt;No that's bad. It means they're gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. what is no2 (that's kevan) studying&lt;br /&gt;Huh? I don't know! Raffles programme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. when was the last time you had a chat with no3 (that's Kun Yang)&lt;br /&gt;I used to chat with him quite often but I haven't talked to him in a long time. About 3 weeks and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. what kind of music does no8 (that's Kartik) like&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. bollywood? I think he listens to those indian stuff a lot? Um I think he likes nonsense songs too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. does no1 (that's Zhi Hong) have any siblings&lt;br /&gt;don't know him that well, but his brother is Eric -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. will you woo no3 (that's Kun Yang)&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm straight. And he has the hots for Annabelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. how about no7 (that's Yan Kang)&lt;br /&gt;No. Our relationship is very business-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. is no4 (that's Jeremy) single&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. what is the hobby of no4 (that's Jeremy)&lt;br /&gt;Playing with the cube? I don't really know.. haven't talked to him for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. do no5 (that's Kei Jun) and no9 (that's Eric) know each other very well&lt;br /&gt;I think they're unaware of each other's existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. where is no2 (that's Kevan) studying at&lt;br /&gt;RI lah duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. say something casually about no1 (that's Zhi Hong)&lt;br /&gt;Pro arch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. have you tried developing feelings for no8 (that's Kartik&lt;br /&gt;Why would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. where does no9 (that's Eric) live at&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. But he works at the Bukit Batok hill top thing.. Is it a country club?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. what colour does no4 (that's Jeremy)&lt;br /&gt;Green? Come to think of it he could be []Green in Rakion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. are no5 (that's Kei Jun) and no1 (that's Zhi Hong) best friends&lt;br /&gt;They don't even know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. does no7 (that's Yan Kang) like no2 (that's Kevan)&lt;br /&gt;I think they're neutral friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. how do you get to know (that's Kevan)&lt;br /&gt;I believe its from Choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. does no1 (that's Zhi Hong) have any pets&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I don't know a lot abuot him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. is no7 (that's Yan Kang) the sexiest girl in the world&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Yan Kang is not a girl. Secondly, even if he was a girl, he can't be sexy because 1 Emaciated 2 Too short 3 Too cute. To be sexy you must be lust-inducing not cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. do you think its possible for no4 (that's Jeremy) and no5 (that's Kei Jun) to date each other&lt;br /&gt;They know each other through band, but I don't think that's possible because they're both guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. say something about no6 (that's Li Yang)&lt;br /&gt;You can talk about serious issues with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. what is your relationship with no9 (that's Eric)&lt;br /&gt;Very complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. list all the schools that no1 to no10 are in and are originally from&lt;br /&gt;1. (Zhi Hong) I am clueless. I think NOW he's in some bukit something school.&lt;br /&gt;2. (Kevan) De La Salle (is that how you spell it?) andNanhua and RI&lt;br /&gt;3. (Kun Yang) Same as Kevan except he's in SJI now.&lt;br /&gt;4. (Jeremy) Not sure about it pre-GEP, but then its Nan Hua and RI&lt;br /&gt;5. (Kei Jun) ACS, RI&lt;br /&gt;6. (Li Yang) RI now, previously was not a GEPer.&lt;br /&gt;7. (Yan Kang) Forgot first primary school, Nan Hua and RI&lt;br /&gt;8. (Kartik) Not a GEPer, now in RI&lt;br /&gt;9. (Eric) I don't know. He's in some poly now.&lt;br /&gt;10. (Churen) Don't know pre-GEP, Nan Hua and now RGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. what would you do if no10 (that's Churen) hates you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much actually. I see that as something very possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. which of the following are in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Hong and Eric. I think Churen but she's shutting up about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. how did you first meet no3 (that's Kun Yang)&lt;br /&gt;Nan Hua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. how would you react if no3 (that's Kun Yang) and no10 (that's Churen) were together&lt;br /&gt;Freak out. Firstly, he's too much of a mugger now and thinkgs BGR is stupid, and as far as I know, she will never like him. He used to have the hots for her and I think he still does though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. what would happen if no4 (that's Jeremy) tells you she's pregnant&lt;br /&gt;I'd wake up from a very bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-860959015193891727?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/860959015193891727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=860959015193891727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/860959015193891727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/860959015193891727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-know-what-this-is-but-sinc-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-3165810797103914215</id><published>2008-07-18T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:15:38.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I was thinking, since I'm a Rakion addict now, I shall dedicate this entire post to Rakion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highest level I've ever reached in Rakion is...&lt;br /&gt;30, with ARCHaeology, my archer. And she's steadily increasing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fastest training rate I ever had in Rakion was...&lt;br /&gt;10am - 12am Lvl1 - Lvl 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite character in Rakion is...&lt;br /&gt;Ninja, actually. Its the hardest character to get bored of, because you can do a lot of tricks with her! Besides, like what the Ninja says, 'Speed can overcome anything that gets in my way.' Technically speaking if you put two pros in a room, one being  a ninja, its very likely that the ninja will win if both their skills are of the same standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I like Rakion is...&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit its stupid since its not free roaming, and it looks like you might get bored of it easily! But there's this adrenaline rush you get everytime you play, and I don't get that from killing mushrooms in Maplestory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The naughtiest thing I've ever done in Rakion is...&lt;br /&gt;Impersonated a girl. The guy I met got so freaked he blocked me on msn immediately :D Oh, and I've also used hacks before, just All2Nak and ChaosGodmode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nicest thing someone has ever said to me in Rakion is...&lt;br /&gt;Not to me, but [Love]Hina told someone who called me a noob that I'm a pretty good arch~ I was really honoured because she's the 5th most powerful archer in Singapore! Not bragging, but it struck me that among a lot of pros who are really snobbish (think Hokkagez, Zeeve...) that was nice of her. Or him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I hate most in Rakion are...&lt;br /&gt;1 Fucking pinoys who come into Singapore rooms and lag the room like shit.&lt;br /&gt;2 Spikers who play Rakion by tapping into their neighbours wireless.&lt;br /&gt;3 Noob gangbangers who hunt in packs so they rape everyone they see.&lt;br /&gt;4 Waiters.&lt;br /&gt;5 Hackers, except those who help me in Stages :D&lt;br /&gt;6 Hackers who hack accounts.&lt;br /&gt;7 Snipers. (Yes, I'm one of them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupidest thing I ever did in Rakion was...&lt;br /&gt;To give someone my acc and pass. And twice sommore! Somebody tell me I'm dumb. Yes my account did get hacked so get off my back already -.-. Actually once I gave it to my really close friend and he didn't hack my account. I was pleasantly surprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of money I have spent on prepaid cards is...&lt;br /&gt;More than a hundred. Please, I'm battling an addiction here :) Oh, this is meant to be a secret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-3165810797103914215?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/3165810797103914215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=3165810797103914215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/3165810797103914215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/3165810797103914215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-i-was-thinking-since-im-rakion.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-1482586189710582388</id><published>2008-07-15T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:34:18.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TOP TEN HOTTEST FEMALE CELEBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Milla Jovovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't some violent kid who loves blood and gore, she was the next best reason to watch Resident Evil. Besides, despite putting on the pounds during her pregenancy, she still looked really sweet. Its a wonder how she remains this beautiful despite the fact she's not getting younger. (she's already 33) How would you look when you're this old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Jennifer Garner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 36, she looks incredibly sexy. Not only is she incredibly toned, she also has an impeccable fashion sense. There's something about her smile that makes her look playful and cheeky, yet at the same time induce pre pubescent teenage boys to want to cat call. Don't we all wish she was our mum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jennifer Aniston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at her dazzling smile and incredibly toned legs, you wonder why Brad even bothered with Angelina. At 39 years old, she's still your pretty girl-next-door with penetrating eyes. When she dresses up, she makes looking good look so easy that everyone seems to be able to look as good as her. Until you try. Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jennifer Love Hewitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something to be said about the way she's more attention-seeking that even the plot in Ghost Whisperer itself. With all that running around in cleavage-bearing gowns to do ghost hunting, what do you expect? She's not in the list because she looks like any other pretty girl, there's something more than that... which I can't pinpoint exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6th most powerful Canadian once vowed never to wear skirts and dresses, but Avril has started -albeit not very recently- and looks fabulous. Love her music too. Her transformation to a blonde and pop was quite the change, but nevertheless, her music on The Best Damned Thing says it all. Can't say those seriously ah lian bangs go well with dresses though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Liv Tyler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does she looks incredibly beautiful despite being ghostly pale, her star-quality acting is definitely worth watching. Her recent split from Royston Langdon must have been good news... for other male suitors out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lin Chiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she's the only asian who made it into the list, and for good reasons. This Osim spokesperson has legs which are reportedly 42 inches long. There's something to be said about how she has this feminine-fragile quality about her face, yet makes men drool over her at the some time. So what if she has Mickey Mouse ears? Her excellent features more than compensate for that. Besides, aren't her ears almost always hidden by hair? Catch this leggy model in upcoming movie Red Cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, Jeremy recommends a girl who is actually hot. She isn't a classic bimbo-esque beauty with big eyes and long hair and a nice glow, she actually has eyes that are quite small. But its her sexy asian eyes that contribute to her sultry demeanour. Somehow they eccentuate her already jaw-droppingly hot features. Besides, no one looks better in scary green eye shadow and crazily curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eva Mendes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you combine a bronze tan, luscious brown locks, a pentrating gaze, a killer pout, and voluptous figure? Eva Mendes. Slowly but surely, this siren is climbing the Hollywood ladder of fame. Also, her mole somehow enhances her sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These beauties may be.. uhm, beautiful, but you will always be the best in my eyes. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-1482586189710582388?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/1482586189710582388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=1482586189710582388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/1482586189710582388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/1482586189710582388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-ten-hottest-female-celebs-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-6348832538130597106</id><published>2008-07-15T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:52:11.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, there's something to be said about the way everyone is competing to be a prefect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, its not even the least bit amusing! What's the big deal with this rat race?&lt;br /&gt;Its like, everyone is desperate to be a freakin' prefect! During the nominations it was a competition of who could get the most nominations and now everyone is destitute with grief because they didn't make the cut. I mean, just what the fuck is their problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the heck would you want to be a prefect?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you want to have more work? More responsibilities? Free stress? Just what is up with people and prefects?! The way I see it, being a prefect is nothing more than an unnecessary burden. I mean, what, you want to be a prefect so you get prestige? So you can get a good recommendation/portfolio/whatever? This is insane! Somebody shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, moving on. I realised that Taylor Swift is incredibly chio! I didn't believe it when Jere told me she was hot but then I watched her video and I fell in love with her... looks. The music was a different thing. She's got these really sexy asian eyes for a ang moh. And no one pulls off light green eye shadow better than her. Also, she looks incredibly hot with both VERY curly and VERy straight hair! There's something to be said about how those eyes of hers aren't big but can still make her pretty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I still think Eva is hotter though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, I know I said that I won't post anymore but I just HAD to say something about this prefect thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, anyway, no one ever reads my blog. I dindn't create it to be famous, I didn't want to get 2 million views a day. What I write here is meant to be.. um.. not public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-6348832538130597106?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/6348832538130597106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=6348832538130597106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/6348832538130597106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/6348832538130597106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-know-theres-something-to-be-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-3410459800646167963</id><published>2008-07-07T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:48:54.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Review: My Piano Exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can ever be prepared enough for an exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Outfit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing my &lt;em&gt;Old School&lt;/em&gt; simpsons T-shirt my bro bought for me, my denim shorts, and Adidas sneakers. Green shirt + Red/Yellow/Orange/Brown - coloured motifs on it + Dark Blue shorts + White sneakers + Black ankle socks + Orange plastic-framed glasses= TOO COLOURFUL. I felt like a clown, but no choice. Had no time and just grabbed the first shirt I could find. Minus marks for the fact that my shirt was a little long and it looks better when I wear long pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: PASS&lt;br /&gt;At least I didn't look like the girl sitting at the corridor wearing a tight T-shirt, super short white shorts and flip flops. She must be confusing her piano exam with an outing to the beach. Does she realise you're not supposed to dress informally for your piano exam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Examiner&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a head of white hear and intense blue eyes. Definitely not young and looks like kindly ol' uncle stanley. Should be around his fifties. Friendly enough to say an ethusiastic 'Hi!' and 'Thank you!' when I passed him the... marking sheet? No idea what its called. Smiles warmly when he looks at me and is kind enough to tell me that I can sing an octave lower for the sight-singing part. Also, expectedly, plays the piano like a pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: GOOD&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel more comfortable with an examiner like him than one who doesn't smile so much she looks like she's constantly glaring at me and says 'Thank You' so seriously she sounds cold and distant. Yes, I'm referring to my previous exam's examiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scales&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- so. No stumbling, but missed one or two notes (didn't press the keys). Could remember how to play every scale he asked for (I think he asked for 5, much more than the previous one where I was only asked to play 2). Nothing great, but nothing bad either. Semi- smooth. Everthing is so- so until Arpeggios. Asked to play 4, second attempts needed for 3. But thats only because my fingers slipped! I remembered how to play them ok! You tell me&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I mati or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: BORDERLINE PASS&lt;br /&gt;Could have done fairly well but my Arpeggios killed me. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pieces&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Piece: It was going fine until I thought 'Hey, I'm doing well I may finish this without a mistake!' Bad move. BLAM. Wrong note. Shit. 'Damn, gotta be more careful.' BLAM. Wrong note again! 'So much for that expectation.' BLAM. 'Ok, I've really got to stop thinking because its distracting me from playing. BLAM. Moral of the story: I think... &lt;em&gt;DON'T &lt;/em&gt;think.&lt;br /&gt;Second Piece: Because its a nice piece, it sounds quite nice when I'm not making mistakes. But the super-loud piano sort of restricts you from going any softer than &lt;em&gt;ff&lt;/em&gt;. And because this song uses pedal, it was freakin' noisy. Made mistakes at the expected parts.&lt;br /&gt;Third Piece: Reckon everyone took this piece, so there's going to be a lot of comparison. Not a lot of mistakes, just missed a note at the final chord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: BORDERLINE PASS&lt;br /&gt;Really, I shouldn't be &lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt; about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sight Reading&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually allowed me to play as practise. Is that allowed? Managed to go through 5 bars. An improvement of last year's 3. Looks fairly simple, played fairly simply (think no dynamics) Painfully average sounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: PASS&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, not so many wrong notes. Wrong beats though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aural&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So-so singing since my singing (and sight reading) sucks, there isn't a single question that I'm dead sure of is the correct answer. At the last part he looked disappointed when I said I thought the piece was 20th Century because it had quite uneven beats. Still said an enthusiastic thank-you anyway. The clapping part went all wrong because even though there were many notes, clapping 200000 times doesn't give you the right answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: FAIL&lt;br /&gt;I like to set realistic goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall: BORDERLINE PASS&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;em&gt; hope.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-3410459800646167963?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/3410459800646167963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=3410459800646167963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/3410459800646167963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/3410459800646167963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/07/review-my-piano-exam-no-one-can-ever-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-4801912892633019763</id><published>2008-07-05T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T18:03:14.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>REVIEW: campFEAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my [or our] campFEAST was recently concluded on 3rd July. campFEAST stands for camp Fun, Experiential, Adventurous, Social Cohesion and Teamwork. But just how good was this camp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities: 5/10&lt;br /&gt;Average you've-probably-done-it-before-at-p5-camp activities were the only things to look forward to. campFEAST night was nothing spectacular with painfully average performances from each platoon, including mine, if we had actually performed. Paintball was a big disappointment as we could only shoot non-living targets and not each other. Yep, The Flying Fox is as fun as it gets. Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: 9/10&lt;br /&gt;Believe campFEAST's name, because the food was just about the most impressive thing. Large portions at least 3 times as much as our orientation camp in black and red plastic containers with different portions that remind me of chi-chi japanese crockery were very impressive. The food wasn't bad either. In each meal, most of the food served was meant for canivorous people like me. It was like, one serving of veg and three servings of meat or non-veg stuff per meal. The only reason why this doesn't score full marks is because the drinks were your usual water/tea/soya bean milk. Would have loved a camp that served coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I/Cs: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;Friendly and humourous, with just the right amount of authority to always remind us who's boss. Does scold if we make mistakes, but already slack enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable enough bunk beds made of styrofoam. Bonus points for the fact that we actually have a bed to sleep on. Not only does this provide comfort, we also don't need to pack sleeping bags. Minus points for the fact that there are mosquitos, its freaking hot, and the springs suspending the styrofoam creaks like hell when you toss and turn. I'd pinnalise for the fact that I had noisy bunk mates but since this can't be controlled, I guess I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilets: 0/10&lt;br /&gt;Super stink. Pungent odour of urine. Giant spiders infest them. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facilities: 5/10&lt;br /&gt;Average facilities for us to use. Below average toilet. The high elements look awfully un-high, though The Flying Fox is pretty high. Lots of mud at the Low Elements section, and its too sandy at the Paintball station so our boots get very dusty. Water coolers everywhere are convenient. Minus points for the fact that the framed picture in the Motivational Hall were termite infested. You could really see many many termites (and grubs) crawling about inside the frame. Disgusting, and they haven't even realised despite the fact that they have eaten 5 pictures already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length: 4/10&lt;br /&gt;With the kind of activities you do, 2D1N is almost too much. Nearly everything was a snore. Also, the waiting time for each activity is 2 hours and the time when its your turn lasts 30 seconds. Very contradictory to the fact that wherever we go, they shout 'Where's your sense of urgency?' Expect to sprint around the campsite only to wait for 2 hours before you get to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing List: 3/10&lt;br /&gt;The person who compiled it must have been drunk! Barely 80% of the stuff i brought was used. They ask for things like your PT kit.. T Shirts... etc but in the end, you do everything in No.4 Uniform. or Half-U. Also, they ask for a water bottle with mug but in the end you don't even need the mug function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Cadets: 5/10&lt;br /&gt;Think cadets from Yishun Town, Bishan Park, Anderson, Deyi, Peirce... I can't remember the rest. Bonus points for the fact that a lot of them are super-fit and their drills are in tip-top condition. Minus points for the fact that a lot of them are also vulgar, noisy, and unfriendly. And also unreasonable! I got screamed at for sitting in 'my seat leh!' when it was free seating. Thank goodness for my fellow school cadet for screaming back at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall: 5/10&lt;br /&gt;Very average camp with nothing spectacular. Almost can't bear to come back again next year and do THE EXACT SAME THINGS. Oh, but bonus points for the fact that they don't confiscate your wallet and handphone. So i was sms-ing in bed. Don't believe its real name, because the camp isn't anywhere near fun, adventurous, social cohesion and teamwork. Ok, maybe a bit of teamwork. Have to agree about the experiential part though. It was such a bad experience. And i can prove that because i experienced pure bliss... when the camp was over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-4801912892633019763?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/4801912892633019763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=4801912892633019763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/4801912892633019763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/4801912892633019763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/07/review-campfeast-so-my-or-our-campfeast.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-2325737882249034642</id><published>2008-06-22T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:29:31.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everyone.&lt;br /&gt;My Rakion account just got hacked.&lt;br /&gt;And I was like OMGWTF because once again, I only have myself to blame.&lt;br /&gt;I gave them my password. Again. But its a long story.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to join []Blizzard then they bluffed me and said blizzardians share their accounts so I gave lorh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway both of them look freaking pro. Like, lvl 30 ++ with all sorts of exotic items.&lt;br /&gt;And surprise, surprise! I couldn't log in anymore -.-&lt;br /&gt;I feel so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, now I realise that they probably became pro hacking other people's accounts too. Using their pro characters. Using their pro items.&lt;br /&gt;And then again, I'm not angry. Because I think i needed change. Too bored with being a Ninja / Arch. Too bored with always getting owned by lvl 30 pros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooooooooooooo, you're probably thinking, if, by any chance, you are Li Churen,  "When will this crap end? When will I get to THE part you promised?"&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;I break promises a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-2325737882249034642?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/2325737882249034642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=2325737882249034642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/2325737882249034642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/2325737882249034642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-4170421295680198147</id><published>2008-06-20T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:02:43.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided not to write in first-person anymore because its tiring. And totally un-fun to read.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, if anyone's interested to know what was the end to my sisters quest for finding an outfit, she bought a shirt today. The rag from Samuel and Kevin. And you know, its like so like weird like because it like looks like a rag like,&lt;br /&gt;And i can't believe it. Just the other day there was at least 4 or 5 left. And then today there was non of the females one left! And then my poor sister had to had to take the guys one! Poor sister :( Its like so unglam ok!&lt;br /&gt;And I realise that i'm going all like, stupid like, all likety-like.&lt;br /&gt;This has to stop. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it's a weird feeling... saying this.. but. erm.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Ningxin's my girlfriend now.&lt;br /&gt;Its so funny how it happened i can't even believe it did. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;It was like. Hey lets stead. Stead? Yeah stead. Oh ok. Crap, i'm such a newbie to such stuff. Someone experienced pls give me pointers. Someone like churen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bet you're thinking right now 'Is this a joke?' eh? Up to you to decide. LOL. I'll probably say in my next post if this is a joke or if this is serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspense. Don't you just love it! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-4170421295680198147?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/4170421295680198147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=4170421295680198147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/4170421295680198147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/4170421295680198147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-decided-not-to-write-in-first-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671186187683747463.post-2194961984642879453</id><published>2008-06-18T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:53:51.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headaches Fry Your Brain</title><content type='html'>Just today my sister announced that she needed to get a checkered shirt as her outfit for her choir concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "It has to be either red or blue. Or white. But I guess thats referring to the pants as I don't think you can have white checks," she reminded as we strolled around IMM, looking for her outfit as my mother waited for our dinner in Swensons. Brilliant observation. Like I didn't know. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Why don't you just wear that Levis dress-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "My teacher says its too orange. She wants red-red. Oh man, why do they sell it for guys and not girls?!" she quipped, eyeing a blue checked shirt displayed in Samuel and Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I peered in and saw a female mannequin donning the exact same shirt- 'cept it was a female's cut. "They have the female type too," I quipped helpfully, gesturing to that female mannequin donning the outfit that looked really more like a rag that belonged to a wash basin than on your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Um... lets just see from the outside first. We'll go in... er.... later," she said, scratching her neck uncomfortably. If you can't already tell she was intimidated by the few customers, dark lighting, and music of Samuel and Kevin stores, perhaps you have had a headache recently? (See title.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A quick browse around other stores including Esprit revealed only stripes and polka dots. No checks. Well, thats Samuel and Kevin: 1, Esprit: 0. The only other shop that sold Checks was Fox. But a quick glance at the price purged the fantasy of buying that piece from my sister's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "$46?!" she shrieked, immediately dropping the shirt like it was infested with a plague.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  "How about thi-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Don't touch that!" she warned, before I could even finish my sentence. There was definitely something between her and expensive clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I can't just buy anything, you know. I have to buy something I will wear even after the concert!" she said, as we were walking back to Samuel and Kevin. "Oh boy, must we go in? The lighting is so... scary," she said, as we stood outside the store with the sales people staring at us. I looked back at them uncomfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A closer look at the Samuel and Kevin shirt reviewed rag-like material, and a cheap price- $9. But of course, that cheap price comes with a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "This looks disgusting!" my sister criticised. "This material looks crappy and the colour is so... dull. But then again, $9..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "...is pretty darn cheap compared to the other. We COULD still use this as a rag, you know." I finished her sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Back at the table my mother was waiting. "The food is soooo slow today," she commented. "How was your hunt for your outfit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Most of them only have stripes and polka-dots," I quickly said, just as my sister opened her mouth to give an answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I need checks," my sister reminded, nodding her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Oh, then why don't you get the stripes, since there are so many?". I nearly choked on my water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Mom, she just said she needed checks for her outfit," I reminded, rolling my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Huh? Then whats with all the stripes and polka dots?" my mother queried, raising and eyebrow. My sister half-choked, half-sniggered, as though she couldn't decide which to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "No, no, no. I meant that she's looking for checks, but most places sell only stripes and polka dots."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "What? I still don't get-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Forget it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "So," I quickly said, changing the subject, "I told her to wear her Levi's dress but her teacher said its too orange. Not &lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt;-red," I said, making an emphasis on the first 'red'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Yeah I showed it to her but she said 'No'," my sister added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Oh. Well so what did you find?" my mother asked, biting into one of our Cheese Stix that had just arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Nothing much, theres one at Samuel and Kevin and one at Fox. These Cheese Stix are badly cooked! The cheese is still hard!" she said, with a slight tone of irritation. My mom agreed about half a second later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "The Sam and Kev one is $9 but looks like rags, while the nice $46 Fox one costs a bomb," I said, mutilating Samuel and Kevin 's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Oh, I have an idea! She doesn't have to buy anything! She can just wear her Levi's dress and tuck it in!" my mom suggested proudly, like she just invented something. Or made a new discovery. Like finding a new colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Didn't we just say her teacher said 'No' about 5 sentences ago?" I said quizzically, unable to decide if it was my mother or myself who was suffering from a mild amnesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My sister rolled her eyes. "Mom, you're acting totally weird today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Yeah. The problem is that you don't pay attention to what we say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "You're forgetting everything we tell you in 10 seconds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Has the migraine you had yesterday fried your brain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Silence. Oops. Shit. Did I make a wrong comment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My mom sighed. "Well, at least it means you guys won't be calling me 'queenly'!" my mother said. I couldn't decide if she was serious or joking. I looked at my sister and she looked back. Not laughing. Not clapping. Not blinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Thats just lame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Well, all funny things are lame! Why do you keep laughing at your older brother's jokes but never at mine? You two keep ganging up on me!" my mother protested jokingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Queen," I snorted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671186187683747463-2194961984642879453?l=blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/2194961984642879453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671186187683747463&amp;postID=2194961984642879453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/2194961984642879453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671186187683747463/posts/default/2194961984642879453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs-are-for-emo-kids.blogspot.com/2008/06/headaches-fry-your-brain.html' title='Headaches Fry Your Brain'/><author><name>Gareth the GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513102344291118587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
