<?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-6849553</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:32:57.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GREY HEAVENS</title><subtitle type='html'>still upgrading</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-1700920114056515694</id><published>2007-04-15T06:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T06:56:27.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTF !!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-1700920114056515694?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/1700920114056515694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/1700920114056515694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_04_15_archive.html#1700920114056515694' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-5414328949711067079</id><published>2007-04-15T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T05:54:28.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i won't let you bury it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea wtf i'm put on this cursed planet for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent half the time giving in to people and trying to make them smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all amounts to fucking nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school.&lt;br /&gt;church.&lt;br /&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really care what people say.&lt;br /&gt;but recently i'm clueless why i've lost my cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jas once said i get bullied easily cos i'm too easygoing.&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this planet so screwed up that even nice people cant exist any longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have just broken my last straw.&lt;br /&gt;well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've have had enough of this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone can go die for all i care.&lt;br /&gt;uh.&lt;br /&gt;actually i do care.&lt;br /&gt;wtf is wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i know EVERYTHING will amount to NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell do i care.&lt;br /&gt;why the hell do i care.&lt;br /&gt;why the hell do i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since you gave me that look.&lt;br /&gt;everything tumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone around me treats me like fuck cos i'm just some pushover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sound like some pathetic nutcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't that what YOU think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can i trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah fuck it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how to bring across my message subtly to you.&lt;br /&gt;ah screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a joke it is&lt;br /&gt;all those who are important to me&lt;br /&gt;take me as some transparent fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind being a joke if you're happy actually.&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna snap.&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;i've snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to the biggest joke on earth.&lt;br /&gt;nah wait. i'm too insignicant for that title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, it ain't depression.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just fucking angry at why i'm even changing oxygen to carbon dioxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make people happy?&lt;br /&gt;what about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;or rather.&lt;br /&gt;who'd want to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;thats the point.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm so strong to put a smile on everyone.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;when in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm the one who needs a smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gimme a damn sign.&lt;br /&gt;a dream&lt;br /&gt;a miricle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any fucking thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents used to say AARON YOU ALWAYS THINK YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE IN THIS WORLD'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm all alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no smiles.&lt;br /&gt;no laughter.&lt;br /&gt;no warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've become numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've showed me  the reason why i'm even alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for your entertainment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-5414328949711067079?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/5414328949711067079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/5414328949711067079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_04_15_archive.html#5414328949711067079' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-8554814454481386051</id><published>2007-04-01T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T06:27:22.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topsy turvy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with much work undone&lt;br /&gt;with the seemingly shorter times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and school's not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there seem so little people in class you can confide in.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how you nicely you treat them over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;it never pays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;nice guys sure finish last.&lt;br /&gt;i get it, i get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chng was talking abt her np camp which i was supposed to go-.-&lt;br /&gt;which really reminds me of the times of our spitfire squad.&lt;br /&gt;everyone could count on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter.&lt;br /&gt;thank god for those very few in class i can hang on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and of course the 3 other musketeers.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;God is always playing games with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-8554814454481386051?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/8554814454481386051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/8554814454481386051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8554814454481386051' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-132692560172065887</id><published>2007-03-18T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T05:35:09.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got a headache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont think she knows i'm referring to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-132692560172065887?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/132692560172065887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/132692560172065887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_03_18_archive.html#132692560172065887' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-8113709119109395250</id><published>2007-03-17T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T07:13:49.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the violins.&lt;br /&gt;that sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is just a crutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you be someone to wipe your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;the violins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this what you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember all the simple things we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is just a crutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i still hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you miss me when i'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this the last song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow. i'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-8113709119109395250?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/8113709119109395250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/8113709119109395250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_03_11_archive.html#8113709119109395250' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-4833762767461070965</id><published>2007-03-15T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T05:50:01.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i've changed my perspective on guy-wannabes.&lt;br /&gt;ok fine.&lt;br /&gt;bungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when aaron was rotting his life away at compass,&lt;br /&gt;leading a life pretty much any 18 year old would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this havoc-looking girl, or rather 'she' remotely looks like a she,&lt;br /&gt;but yes, i was able to distinguish her from a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donned with blingblings and this crazily spiked hair..&lt;br /&gt;and i mean crazily.&lt;br /&gt;like sonic or smth&lt;br /&gt;hands with all the spiky bangles etc&lt;br /&gt;uhh&lt;br /&gt;you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she asks aaron in a very deep and crude voice&lt;br /&gt;'OEI LE ZI DAO TOILET ZAI DA NI SHI BO'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you people who do not comprehend dialect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was asking where the toilet was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. not that aaron was intimidated,&lt;br /&gt;just that he was astounded by her remarkable social skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes.&lt;br /&gt;from this day.&lt;br /&gt;a new light has been shed on bungs for aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that eye opener,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaron did nothing else but eat,sleep,play&lt;br /&gt;and stone.&lt;br /&gt;and message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wonder why he couldn't have held on to the simple things he had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-4833762767461070965?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/4833762767461070965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/4833762767461070965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_03_11_archive.html#4833762767461070965' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-3327851577794133404</id><published>2007-03-14T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T05:14:01.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the end&lt;br /&gt;i suppose it all comes down&lt;br /&gt;to whether i choose to or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i'm not trying to attract your attention.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tskkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it.&lt;br /&gt;this is just a slippery slope&lt;br /&gt;everything will just go tumbling down sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes&lt;br /&gt;class chalet from tues to wed.&lt;br /&gt;class chalet is yet of an overstatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh&lt;br /&gt;me+chow+kia+zac+sy+biqi&lt;br /&gt;wooo&lt;br /&gt;6/19 attendance.&lt;br /&gt;remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw it was still quite memorable nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;eg. killing of the cockroach&lt;br /&gt;eg. the blasting of hysteria until out neighbours should've got completely sick of the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOST MY SHOES LAH&lt;br /&gt;wtffff&lt;br /&gt;so infuriating.&lt;br /&gt;my 29.80 bucks shoeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;wahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that the price matters but argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to wear zac's so-called $21 slippers back&lt;br /&gt;which i doubt cost more than 3 bucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well.&lt;br /&gt;chng passed her cd test&lt;br /&gt;(((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe sometimes God really loathes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-3327851577794133404?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/3327851577794133404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/3327851577794133404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_03_11_archive.html#3327851577794133404' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-1849179756704988302</id><published>2007-03-12T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:01:17.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks to CARMEN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sorta like retro songs now ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not saying that westlife is retro..&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;there's still a nostalgic feeling you get when you hear nick's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;its march hols.&lt;br /&gt;yet another week of holidays for me to raot my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont ask about my competitions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-1849179756704988302?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/1849179756704988302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/1849179756704988302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_03_11_archive.html#1849179756704988302' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-1211608231207362087</id><published>2007-03-08T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T04:09:19.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you are with me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm careless, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Above all the others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This brings tears to my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sacrifice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've seen our share of ups and downs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh how quickly life can turn around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In an instant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It feels so good to reunite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Within yourself and within your mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's find peace there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sounds nice yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but its crap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;life can turn around so quickly because you made one small little mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and it lingers in your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no matter how you choose to retify it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;peace?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i doubt it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-1211608231207362087?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/1211608231207362087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/1211608231207362087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_03_04_archive.html#1211608231207362087' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-88788908772772482</id><published>2007-03-05T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T07:21:26.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had half-day today cuz j3s did well for their As&lt;br /&gt;what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;if you really wanna reward them&lt;br /&gt;have a week of holidays man&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISINGLY,&lt;br /&gt;ASTONISHLY,&lt;br /&gt;MIRACULOUSLY,&lt;br /&gt;NOBEL-PRIZELY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nathan didnt scold me durign econs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;whahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;i was uber reluctant to go to class to face his #!&amp;)_@*_)*@_ scoldings man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;lanned with the guys later.&lt;br /&gt;which was total crazinesss lahhhh..&lt;br /&gt;was half sleepy and i think i was just clicking for the sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed back for dinner&lt;br /&gt;sway sway just HAD to bump into alex and amanda.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ended up talking for quite some bit.&lt;br /&gt;alex was blasting 'the breakup song' by american hi-fi on his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice song! haha (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-88788908772772482?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/88788908772772482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/88788908772772482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_03_04_archive.html#88788908772772482' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-7812507410473205278</id><published>2007-03-03T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T20:38:01.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;woke up late yesterday as usual.&lt;br /&gt;talked to little gf before meeting her at church.&lt;br /&gt;uh. melted choc... =(&lt;br /&gt;chng looks cute as always (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with corina later on. roamed around church like we have no life.&lt;br /&gt;which i don't think i do..&lt;br /&gt;considering we were like 'how about we walk this way?' and 'nonono,that place looks so stuffy..'&lt;br /&gt;uh.&lt;br /&gt;bumped in father henry just before class ended.&lt;br /&gt;he was like 'wow pericing now ah boy'&lt;br /&gt;i think priests tend to listen to girls more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i was nodding my head feverishly&lt;br /&gt;while father only paid attention to cori who said ' NO LAH FATHER, ITS A STICK ON EARRING'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg la. he was like giggling to himself after that.&lt;br /&gt;zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked chng out before heading mass with edmundnickalan,chris and eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumped into cheston whom i've not seen for like 792347294724204849831 years.&lt;br /&gt;goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was the only one being a fool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dun like you because i love you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beneath that coating of sweetness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lies only a fantasy which seems so unreachable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i miss those days when we were really young.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when we thought we could even reach for the stars and still fall on the clouds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i won't miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah right&lt;br /&gt;words are only words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like snow patrol.&lt;br /&gt;kinda old song but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'i've gotta see you one last time'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-7812507410473205278?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/7812507410473205278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/7812507410473205278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_02_25_archive.html#7812507410473205278' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-352561023342356319</id><published>2007-03-02T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:14:38.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;some people can really suchan eyesore,brainsore, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just so full of themselves. &lt;strong&gt;THIKING &lt;/strong&gt;that so and so actually fancies them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nuts man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what i call people who are put on this planet by God for our amusement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;go wash your head with detergent and soak what's left of it in salt solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the end of the day, i think its best if you didnt have a brain at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sheeesh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;digressing from the topic of these primative primates...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lan-ed with the guys yet again which really did more than burn a hole in my wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;missed my last bus in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK GOD for cheryln who was passing by and shared cab back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;waahahhhha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesyes love you girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;still working on e hysteria bass tabs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;darn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vL45mHuqLDg/RehW0hAL3LI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Oj_ZePZ69x8/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037371643426233522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="135" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vL45mHuqLDg/RehW0hAL3LI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Oj_ZePZ69x8/s320/DSC00005.JPG" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-8479715918164336281</id><published>2007-03-01T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T09:28:24.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okokok! i must really try to be like&lt;br /&gt;mr karim qazim muhamaad ( uh...)&lt;br /&gt;BLOG BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost missed my econs paper today lah!&lt;br /&gt;plus my cab fare was abt 16 bucks and i only had 12?&lt;br /&gt;lucky i built rapport with the driver initially&lt;br /&gt;asking abt his family etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhaha smart uh.&lt;br /&gt;didnt finish the paper anw =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zarch being zarch told me you-know-what after that&lt;br /&gt;which really wasnt at timely as i was already cranky&lt;br /&gt;from the i-did-not-sleep-to-study-but-ended-up-playing-dota night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i knew it since last year.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why i still.&lt;br /&gt;and i still think i do.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;you're hopeless aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back sleep.&lt;br /&gt;lan-ed with the guys later.&lt;br /&gt;kia lost his wallet.&lt;br /&gt;urm.&lt;br /&gt;at least i have company now to remake my ezlink card for the 4th time now i think.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chng told me she just broke up and she cried while val was indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;well.. it reminded of the 9pm chinese show! haha..&lt;br /&gt;the WU GANG said something like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;its a blessing to be able to love someone even though the person may not care about you at all'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel as though i've been cursed throughout my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i still love you chng! your teddy's waiting for you! in my dusty closet...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-8479715918164336281?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/8479715918164336281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/8479715918164336281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_02_25_archive.html#8479715918164336281' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-4909924177791307548</id><published>2007-02-28T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T08:47:36.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okok lemme see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consumption is defined as the spending on consumver goods and services&lt;br /&gt;such as essentials and durable goods and services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whereby C= a+bY&lt;br /&gt;whereby a= autonomous goods( ie. essentials)&lt;br /&gt;                b=  the marginal propensity to consume&lt;br /&gt;                Y= income&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;factors of consumption : amount of disposable income available&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;availablity of credits&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;expectation of the people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;income distribution&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;net household wealth-- leads to an increase in mpc&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;invention of new consumer goods &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tastes and attitudes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;okokokok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i loves econs. econs loves me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;no terms of trade please&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;nothing much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;cept val made chng cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;DIE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &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/6849553-4909924177791307548?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/4909924177791307548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/4909924177791307548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_02_25_archive.html#4909924177791307548' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-3901464295704337321</id><published>2007-02-27T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:21:49.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well.&lt;br /&gt;maths suck?&lt;br /&gt;at least i know i'll get a two digit score.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog wasnt THAT bad..&lt;br /&gt;considering i bullshitted my way through the 8 pages i wrote..&lt;br /&gt;chow finished super early and was kicking my chair from the back&lt;br /&gt;in an attempt to tell me his uber geog knowledge to finish the paper&lt;br /&gt;in abt 1.5 hours?&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa&lt;br /&gt;asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got malu-ed by lester low!&lt;br /&gt;was laughing with chow when he went 'AARON I TOLD YOU TO BE QUIET;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she was there lah. not that i try to bother anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back mshs later with ccc to help with their debates team&lt;br /&gt;haha! MS debaters really cannot make it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;but it was funnn =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cp later to meet little angel.&lt;br /&gt;who ended up dragging me to the library again.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back and was DETERMINED to stay up to watch the 9pm chinese show&lt;br /&gt;lame but its damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;ended up dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to little gf's class this friday!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why's everyone saying you're not worth my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not even worth talking to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-3901464295704337321?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/3901464295704337321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/3901464295704337321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_02_25_archive.html#3901464295704337321' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-9203563075834143107</id><published>2007-02-26T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:14:38.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.sucks.fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whatever crude vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vL45mHuqLDg/ReLNQZbK5WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7xyA1cjKVg/s1600-h/RECO0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035813014940083554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="188" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vL45mHuqLDg/ReLNQZbK5WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7xyA1cjKVg/s320/RECO0004.JPG" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CT SURE PASS ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-9203563075834143107?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/9203563075834143107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/9203563075834143107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_02_25_archive.html#9203563075834143107' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vL45mHuqLDg/ReLNQZbK5WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7xyA1cjKVg/s72-c/RECO0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-5342033200483346487</id><published>2007-02-25T03:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T03:40:25.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm still do studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midnight oil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-5342033200483346487?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/5342033200483346487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/5342033200483346487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_02_25_archive.html#5342033200483346487' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-833839550387130507</id><published>2007-02-24T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:46:19.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is notttttttttttttt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CT begins in less than 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;and here i am blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawddammmmmmmit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i swear ij girls can be damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: UH TML MY COMMON TEST LEH. HOWHOW&lt;br /&gt;corrine: got study last week?&lt;br /&gt;me: no!&lt;br /&gt;corrine:got study this week?&lt;br /&gt;me: no!!&lt;br /&gt;corrine: got study ytd?&lt;br /&gt;me: no!!!&lt;br /&gt;corrine: got study today?&lt;br /&gt;me:no?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corrine: go poly lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;great friends i have yes.&lt;br /&gt;dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok enough ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;i have to indulge myself with all the shittified stuff abt UN,post CW, rivers,cities, vectors and god knows what else i've missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;i guess we were gone long ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-833839550387130507?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/833839550387130507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/833839550387130507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_02_18_archive.html#833839550387130507' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-4155087545280057108</id><published>2007-02-24T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T07:30:10.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha revamped my blog!&lt;br /&gt;considering its RIP status for that long has finally put me off.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;at least i think the skin is decent.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the wonders of dishwalla will cover for any corny flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up kinda late today&lt;br /&gt;stoned before going to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet with my little girl but ended up watching&lt;br /&gt;nick struggle with his uncooperative class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. watching them makes me miss cat class.&lt;br /&gt;haha`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont get it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's like astounded that i freaking pierced my ear&lt;br /&gt;'AARON OMG '&lt;br /&gt;'OMG AARON WADS THAT'&lt;br /&gt;'OMG AARON THATS SO AH BENG'&lt;br /&gt;'OMG AARON YOU LOOK MORE COOL NOW'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes! the last statment was from jasmine&lt;br /&gt;thankyouthankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've survived for more than 3 days without ear infection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for mass then went out with nick for dinner&lt;br /&gt;met up with little angel later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got dragged to library and stoned.&lt;br /&gt;then go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;SEE!&lt;br /&gt;this is why i dislike blogging&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S NOTHING MUCH TO DELIBERATE ABT LA&lt;br /&gt;except only giving your fingers a nice workout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how qazim does it&lt;br /&gt;gawddamit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw here you go little gf,&lt;br /&gt;i love you little chng!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-4155087545280057108?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/4155087545280057108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/4155087545280057108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_02_18_archive.html#4155087545280057108' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-116964393094833271</id><published>2007-01-24T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T05:05:30.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smile on your face will put one on mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-116964393094833271?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116964393094833271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116964393094833271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_01_21_archive.html#116964393094833271' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-116947638355059377</id><published>2007-01-22T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T06:33:03.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i really have no idea what's in the joke book of God's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe in my helter skelter life, &lt;br /&gt;God just spins me around this joke of his &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for his entertainment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at wit's end.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;but i still care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i carry on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep falling.&lt;br /&gt;no matter what&lt;br /&gt;i'll pick myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow you were never there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that kept me going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe a fool's hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is the end that you wished for..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-116947638355059377?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116947638355059377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116947638355059377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_01_21_archive.html#116947638355059377' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-116922528673644273</id><published>2007-01-19T08:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T08:48:06.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>started mugging.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;if you consider flipping through your notes and staring blankly at the words which seem to be a huge chunk of black mass,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M HARDWORKING then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every 10min or so,you'll be clicking on your mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read some of my older entries.&lt;br /&gt;jan 06 and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;just confirmed with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that's making me stay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything will end after feb.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-116922528673644273?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116922528673644273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116922528673644273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_01_14_archive.html#116922528673644273' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-116922528206091267</id><published>2007-01-19T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T08:48:02.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>started mugging.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;if you consider flipping through your notes and staring blankly at the words which seem to be a huge chunk of black mass,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M HARDWORKING then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every 10min or so,you'll be clicking on your mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read some of my older entries.&lt;br /&gt;jan 06 and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;just confirmed with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that's making me stay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything will end after feb.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-116922528206091267?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116922528206091267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116922528206091267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_01_14_archive.html#116922528206091267' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-116913497351238919</id><published>2007-01-18T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T07:42:53.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes yes shoutout to LEE PEK KEI for telling me why not close friends instead of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relative to the previous entry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think she even cares if i lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i should be happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still keep you in my prayers every night ever since..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-116913497351238919?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116913497351238919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116913497351238919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_01_14_archive.html#116913497351238919' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-116893914488102402</id><published>2007-01-16T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T01:23:12.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont think she reads my blog cos i just went to hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess grownups would laugh at us kids when we say we're in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably its because of the simple reason that we're too immature to fully comprehend the meaning of &lt;br /&gt;the the word itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i find this completely absurb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acknowledging the fact that there are people such as my juniors and peers who would jump into such relationships even faster than you can say ' i love you '.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;its been a year.&lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea why i still think about her.&lt;br /&gt;and it was never about looks or anything that superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its her heart. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after going through that many relationships,&lt;br /&gt;i guess i've finally understood what it is to love someone.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not rubbishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many or how serious her flaws are.&lt;br /&gt;she's still perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've realised how dumb i was.&lt;br /&gt;to let her go then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasmine asked if i had a choice to choose between her or my friends last night.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;but i immedaitely said HER without much contemplation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she was kinda offended ..er..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if it really comes to that scenario.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really afraid i would DEFINETELY give up everything for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rash maybe. even foolish perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;but that's just me i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom said she was angry at me because i had always put others before myself whilst not taking care of my own issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar.&lt;br /&gt;everyone keeps making fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of hearing the word 'emo emo emo' everyday.&lt;br /&gt;and how i so dumb to love someone that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when she's so indifferent. i don't think she'd care if i lived or died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not emotional or anything lahh&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking what i could have done then.&lt;br /&gt;frankly, i'm always angry at myself instead of emo. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose everything comes down to the fact that i have never deserved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;b&gt;NOTHING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while she's &lt;b&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what i do, it'll never be enough.&lt;br /&gt;i know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not asking for anything.&lt;br /&gt;i can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to think that i don't even deserve a smile from her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;not even a reply&lt;br /&gt;not even a 'hello' or 'bye'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's still happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for that,&lt;br /&gt;i am contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hate this shred of sadness in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-116893914488102402?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116893914488102402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116893914488102402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_01_14_archive.html#116893914488102402' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-116844012608859057</id><published>2007-01-10T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T06:42:06.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the fallen stars&lt;br /&gt;i cant explain what you cant explain&lt;br /&gt;i look at you with such disdain&lt;br /&gt;it ends tonight =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much soso.&lt;br /&gt;been reaching home tweeeezy late these days&lt;br /&gt;as usual, will be too tired to go bathe and end up playing dota&lt;br /&gt;and will only bathe at 12 plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rocks i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bytheway, did i mention that i've not lifted a finger to do a single thign abt my holiday hw ?&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;GREAT RESOLUTION MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sat's debate comp at srjc&lt;br /&gt;PRAY PRAY PRAY that we don get some fcked up team&lt;br /&gt;HOPE HOPE HOPE that we make it through the rounds.&lt;br /&gt;BETTER BETTER BETTER kick their ass and make them worship us man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw it.&lt;br /&gt;we better win man.&lt;br /&gt;else it'll be worse than some mere insult man&lt;br /&gt;AHHH&lt;br /&gt;MY FCKING PRIDE ON THE LINE MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have their own dreams and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;keep harping on and on what they'll do and achieve and how they'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its  JOKE to see them struggle &lt;br /&gt;wait did i say struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some don't even bother to struggle and apparently,&lt;br /&gt;their only god-given gift is to open that obnoxious and FAT mouth of theirs to brag about their dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may i add they're bragging in broken english&lt;br /&gt;if you call that english uhhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really think that these people are put on this planet for my amusement man.&lt;br /&gt;seriously no sense of logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and they're fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which yes, includes me. mr tay yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many times i try,&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't reply&lt;br /&gt;just one reply&lt;br /&gt;can easily make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess a guy like me don't deserve that one message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when you've been the girl i can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. you're a fcuking loser lah tay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no one that gets me like you do.&lt;br /&gt;you're my only my only one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-116844012608859057?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116844012608859057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116844012608859057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2007_01_07_archive.html#116844012608859057' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-116715095182837450</id><published>2006-12-26T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T08:35:51.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELL YEAH BABY.&lt;br /&gt; she replied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fcuking happy now.&lt;br /&gt;nothing can ever dampen my spirits now!&lt;br /&gt;you make me smileeeeee&lt;br /&gt;fckin A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;christmas&lt;br /&gt;eh tradition lo&lt;br /&gt;went to dad's parents place&lt;br /&gt;wah sucks shit man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i brought my GBA lah&lt;br /&gt;or i'll just stone there til i permenantly become one.&lt;br /&gt;gave up trying to teach the kids UNO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moved on to aunt rose's house later.&lt;br /&gt;eh food this year improved man&lt;br /&gt;but there were some &lt;br&gt;UNGLAM&lt;/br&gt; gals over there.&lt;br /&gt;supposely my cousins in law or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt know i was related to such people&lt;br /&gt;blood-kins can be sucha pain&lt;br /&gt;they were like OOOH CAN I POUR MY PEPSI INTO MY WINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so un-demure compated to my girl&lt;br /&gt;yay my girl ! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. played tai dee with jamie and jackson&lt;br /&gt;kinda dumb.&lt;br /&gt;everyone said i looked like jay chow&lt;br /&gt;is that a compliment ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate jay. bring back unwanted memories man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presents are deproving man!&lt;br /&gt;sucks&lt;br /&gt;got a highly-suspected-imitation version of a converse bag&lt;br /&gt;and it looks gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and got so many choc lah&lt;br /&gt;wtfffff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw this is for you qian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QIAN = CHRISTMAS 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. deprived man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SOOO HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS REALLY FULL OF SURPRISES SOMETIMES&lt;br /&gt;she makes my smileeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only why cant these surprises occur more often eh.&lt;br /&gt;ass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>these days been topsy turvy yet fun-packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with the gang todayy&lt;br /&gt;supposely went to support zac and have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. was fun i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it had really got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;especially when zac sent sy and kia sent qi home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sudddenly felt that i was a joke myself.&lt;br /&gt;it all dawned on me that i've taken everything for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean its oook if the gang plays with me lah, insults and all.&lt;br /&gt;haha. and yes, kia's peanut throwings.&lt;br /&gt;as long as everyone is happy, i mean i'll be happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have no idea why whenever pple starts poking and teasing abt her.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each time i'll just smile and pretend its all a joke.&lt;br /&gt;but why the hell does this ripple of sadness ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think what gwee said was true.&lt;br /&gt;behind every girl i meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there'll just be a shadow of her lingering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to her. thats why i'm so gent. dots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad.&lt;br /&gt;looking at zac and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;at guys holding doors for the gals.&lt;br /&gt;at guys insisting that they pay for everything.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;i should have never taken you for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept pondering on the train back home.&lt;br /&gt;why does this feeling of sadness would overcome me whenver people ask about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;i was angry at myself.&lt;br /&gt;angry that i couldn't love her more&lt;br /&gt;and that i was so hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell.&lt;br /&gt;i'd endure all of zac's and the rest's insults &lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i'll do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to see her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i so useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just give me the chance.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'll do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas this year?&lt;br /&gt;not any 34719083410983831870 bucks present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one 2cent message 'merry christmas' from her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'll be the most happy boy alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-116671023430995333?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116671023430995333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116671023430995333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_12_17_archive.html#116671023430995333' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-116340882994591850</id><published>2006-11-13T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T01:07:09.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh im off to kahang eco camp until friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll just be like ATC man!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo&lt;br /&gt;miss those days i swear&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;npCC was the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qazz and weiying in my group!&lt;br /&gt;FUNFUN.&lt;br /&gt;gonna have 4 days of nonstop laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the activities don't seem rather physically straining or anything.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess this would make a different change than&lt;br /&gt;a EVERYDAY activity of DOTADOTADOTA and DIABLO.&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;cat class has ended.&lt;br /&gt;time doesn't fly man&lt;br /&gt;it ZOOMS and BLINKS.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've bonded well with the class!&lt;br /&gt;at least with the guys lah.&lt;br /&gt;nice bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;just a little childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gals ..urm.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;little girls are little girls.&lt;br /&gt;maybe except amelia. abit too matured for her age.&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;MORNING PT EVERYDAY FOR THE CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and early happy birthday to miss tania teo!&lt;br /&gt;thats if you happen to pass by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be rafting in malaysia by wedesday.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>some people are really just over the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep messaging them.&lt;br /&gt;no reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;constant harrasment over msn.&lt;br /&gt;no reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they really tick me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna blog abt hEr.&lt;br /&gt;urm&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;hope no one reads then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. yeah. i'm pretty darn sure she doesnt reads &lt;br /&gt;so yeah. liu liyun.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first met at MI.&lt;br /&gt;was doing some mass dance practise.&lt;br /&gt;didnt notice her until she was dancing with adriel.&lt;br /&gt;err..&lt;br /&gt;didnt really like her at first.&lt;br /&gt;seemed rather snobbish and all.&lt;br /&gt;but she looked exactly the same til today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. had fun and all dancing with shaqif and all.&lt;br /&gt;would usually bump into her during classes as she was my classmate's bestie &lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;urpphh&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting the goosebumpss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one faithful day (burpz) our class went out for lunch at compass.&lt;br /&gt;and she urm&lt;br /&gt;tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised she was a uber quiet but SWEEEEET person.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;kept laughing at fauzi and all..&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she had to go home,&lt;br /&gt;urm&lt;br /&gt;sorta shared cab back as i was heading in her direction.&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess it all started from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i won't forget all the times we had thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;behind everything i'll just see her shadow.&lt;br /&gt;i'm nuts i swear&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every other gal was just an excuse to get her back.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sucha an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ican't&lt;br /&gt;let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. now i'm emo.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;after pouring out your heart to someone.&lt;br /&gt;and end up not talking to each other now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who'd won't be shittified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imiss the way you looked at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-116289263281767546?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116289263281767546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116289263281767546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_11_05_archive.html#116289263281767546' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-116281062898648005</id><published>2006-11-06T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T02:57:09.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah! its been so long since my last entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urm&lt;br /&gt;this year's pretty eventful.&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to fly by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first fun times at MI..&lt;br /&gt;then shared ups and downs at cj..&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;guess it was all funfun with all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh..&lt;br /&gt;why'd am i getting emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap.&lt;br /&gt;there're all sorts of peeps out there.&lt;br /&gt;some are really ugly inside.&lt;br /&gt;while most are really sweet and fun to be with =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no matter.&lt;br /&gt;we all had fun and now that the year's coming to a closure,&lt;br /&gt;i kinda regretted that i took everything for granted.&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;really should had treasured my days in sec school and jc1 life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urpxz.&lt;br /&gt;heard some people have to leave school without even subpaper-ing.&lt;br /&gt;oh man..&lt;br /&gt;its pretty sad actually.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's monday i believe? losing track of time.zzz&lt;br /&gt;urm&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 145pm&lt;br /&gt;wahhaahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno why i felt so tired.&lt;br /&gt;dota-ed all the way til 3plus.&lt;br /&gt;watched chicken little with my sis.&lt;br /&gt;then dota-ed again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness. serious addiction i swear. and yet i lack the resloution to kick the habit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall try punching now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go compass today.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;however, we'll all often get hit by this sudden blast of laziness whereby you just&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confirmation was yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;it brought back losta memories =)))&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't really forget my batch.&lt;br /&gt;lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confirmation batch 2004&lt;br /&gt;ethelyn&lt;br /&gt;henry&lt;br /&gt;gen&lt;br /&gt;sherilyn&lt;br /&gt;corina&lt;br /&gt;anna&lt;br /&gt;henry boey&lt;br /&gt;bin xin&lt;br /&gt;jamie&lt;br /&gt;benedict raj&lt;br /&gt;joy!&lt;br /&gt;jeremiah&lt;br /&gt;this short guy from compass sec whose name i forgot. lol&lt;br /&gt;andros&lt;br /&gt;AND MEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lets see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confirmation batch 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fabiola&lt;br /&gt;this girl whom i found quiet but cute. lol&lt;br /&gt;this gal who always wear blue shoes.&lt;br /&gt;bernette&lt;br /&gt;averil&lt;br /&gt;cheryl&lt;br /&gt;cherlyn&lt;br /&gt;this indian dude&lt;br /&gt;kenneth&lt;br /&gt;sudibyo&lt;br /&gt;charles&lt;br /&gt;dion&lt;br /&gt;this small dude form serangoon sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;it was uber nice back then..&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;lets move on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SHIT! TOTALLY FORGOT THERE'S PRINCESS HOURS TODAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-116281062898648005?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116281062898648005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/116281062898648005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_11_05_archive.html#116281062898648005' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-115797165456454167</id><published>2006-09-11T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T03:47:34.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah yes&lt;br /&gt;back from a day of splitting headaches.&lt;br /&gt;everything's a mess now.&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;literally everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why my heart hurts like mad.&lt;br /&gt;my mom says its the effect of not breathing properly.&lt;br /&gt;gotta inhale more.&lt;br /&gt;its like this sharp pain in your left chest 24/7&lt;br /&gt;ouchh.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna die early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;just wanna shut my world out and blast ''change your mind'' by allamericanrejects.&lt;br /&gt;wooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly i have no idea why some people are so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;selfish. not sell fish.&lt;br /&gt;not pork no.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like whats the freaking big deal to lend someone your notes etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;if you have confidence in your oh-so-speical career as a highly paid mugger,&lt;br /&gt;it wouldnt be an issue to lend anybody your materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. to each his own.&lt;br /&gt;i guess some people have this sense of insecurity that others will outdo them if they share their materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont believe she's selfish or smug lah.&lt;br /&gt;i hope she's too sweet for that.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;im weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is still hurting (literally) &lt;br /&gt;ouch sia.&lt;br /&gt;think there's a cavity inside or somethhing.&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;faster leave this damned place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-115797165456454167?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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really bother about acing them.&lt;br /&gt;just scrap through is suffice for easy-to-please o'me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;just realised allamerican rejects ism oi new ear wax.&lt;br /&gt;cant seem to get their songs outta the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. me like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rotted+mapled+sleep+ate+watched tv throughout the hols.&lt;br /&gt;wah sucks i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uber unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;i bet i cant even differentiate a shit now.&lt;br /&gt;SUCKS biggggtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, highlight for the day was actually a tv programme, I AM SAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes.&lt;br /&gt;a uber touching show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this phrase which really caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we are so caught up with the bustle and hustle of the singaporean choatic life.&lt;br /&gt;that we forget the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;to all those shallow people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yall suck.&lt;br /&gt;go watch shallow hal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most beautiful thing about someone lies so much deeper than the skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-115789858169201294?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115789858169201294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115789858169201294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_09_10_archive.html#115789858169201294' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-115789855092913348</id><published>2006-09-10T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T07:29:10.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;im blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are like in one week?&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness.&lt;br /&gt;i honestly dont really bother about acing them.&lt;br /&gt;just scrap through is suffice for easy-to-please o'me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;just realised allamerican rejects ism oi new ear wax.&lt;br /&gt;cant seem to get their songs outta the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. me like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rotted+mapled+sleep+ate+watched tv throughout the hols.&lt;br /&gt;wah sucks i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uber unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;i bet i cant even differentiate a shit now.&lt;br /&gt;SUCKS biggggtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, highlight for the day was actually a tv programme, I AM SAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes.&lt;br /&gt;a uber touching show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this phrase which really caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we are so caught up with the bustle and hustle of the singaporean choatic life.&lt;br /&gt;that we forget the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;to all those shallow people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yall suck.&lt;br /&gt;go watch shallow hal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most beautiful thing about someone lies so much deeper than the skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-115789855092913348?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115789855092913348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115789855092913348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_09_10_archive.html#115789855092913348' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-115443844402901532</id><published>2006-08-01T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T06:20:44.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok&lt;br /&gt;just realised my blog's in danger of being discovered by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as such,&lt;br /&gt;i shall just post this entry to cover the previous entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE SPENT ALL OUR MONEY ON STUPID THINGS&lt;br /&gt;BUT IF I LOOK BACK NOW I'LL PROBABLY GIVE ALL AWAY&lt;br /&gt;JUST FOR ONE MORE DAY&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE DAY WITH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people just cant comprehend the meaning of BRING HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-EVERYTIME I SEE YOUR FACE !- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything feels right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-115443844402901532?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115443844402901532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115443844402901532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_07_30_archive.html#115443844402901532' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-115382569932303732</id><published>2006-07-25T03:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T04:08:19.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep seeing liyun at school.&lt;br /&gt;and qazz will keep going AARON AARON AARON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah.&lt;br /&gt;it may be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it eally bring back memories which are almost painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still rmb the time we shared a cab back from compass.&lt;br /&gt;still rmb when i keep creating all those msn accounts just to make her laugh&lt;br /&gt;still rmb how i first asked her out&lt;br /&gt;still rmb how she kept falling when ice-skating&lt;br /&gt;still rmb how we listened to my mp3 at istana park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it all.&lt;br /&gt;under every gal i meet, there'll always be a shadow of her lingering.&lt;br /&gt;ever since sammie,there wasnt' anymoe of this nonsense til her.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;me and liyun should never had met in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;i think she'd know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;she'll always be the princess i know.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;miss liu.&lt;br /&gt;if you're reading this,&lt;br /&gt;i still read your blog,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be there for you always.&lt;br /&gt;still want toro's account?&lt;br /&gt;haaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry miss low, i dont think it'll work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep making people upset.&lt;br /&gt;God doesnt want me to love hmm.&lt;br /&gt;i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna waste another day.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna protect the one closest to my heart now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corny yes.&lt;br /&gt;but i had ENOUGH of this shit where people end up crying.&lt;br /&gt;no more of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stuck in the shadow of my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can still feel you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm half the man i thought i would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did you have to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you.&lt;br /&gt;i feel you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take what's left of this man.&lt;br /&gt;make me whole once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll never understand.&lt;br /&gt;stoopid ignorant girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm so sorry miss low -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-115382569932303732?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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(excused), samantha (excused), fabian (excused) and cxf (UNexcused) didnt wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nathan was surprsingly delighted when he saw that our class had the most racial harmonious spirit in the school, apparently we were the only class who bothered to take the DAY so seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to skip lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have no idea why i always choose friends over my studies.&lt;br /&gt;but shouldnt we always put the ones we care about first ?&lt;br /&gt;everything else comes second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo. having this mentality isnt healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no freaking idea why im getting ticked off now by the sight of cxf.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno it was because of wad sam or zach told me..&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt be influenced by what others say.&lt;br /&gt;i do hope im seriously wrong about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is life so ironic.&lt;br /&gt;one moment you enjoying life to the fullest. wishing it'll never cease.&lt;br /&gt;the next minute,&lt;br /&gt;you wish that everything would just disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its our perspective in life.&lt;br /&gt;but no matter how positively we view the negaative things, thing would somehow always end up shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i've been pang-sehed today by lovelle huang for hist lecture. thank gawd for shawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) liyun freaing dao-ed me today. =(((((((((((((((((((((((((( yes i'm still suffering from the after-effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) at cp 7-11, being the clumsy me. the #*!(@&amp;@&amp;_!~ slurpee drink spilled all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;one could always view the positively the fact that you just spilled slurpee everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no prob no prob.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i #*&amp;^()!*@&amp;)@&amp;()!@&amp;*()!*+_*!_(!)(+ HATE people who dao me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESCP GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like so damn freaking irritating lah.&lt;br /&gt;ok. im guilty of dao-ing people&lt;br /&gt;but i've repented !!!&lt;br /&gt;haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like ?$!?$!?$!?$!?$!$?! when she gives you that cold shoulder thing.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;hint here.&lt;br /&gt;you-know-who.&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLD WAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blardy communist.&lt;br /&gt;USSR collaspe ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll make damn sure you suffer a worser fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya.&lt;br /&gt;underneath all that blabber.&lt;br /&gt;i still think shes sweet.&lt;br /&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;gotta change perspective now. which is impossible quoted from zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i'll be gloomy tml =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-115341060130887694?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115341060130887694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115341060130887694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_07_16_archive.html#115341060130887694' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-115330970888480058</id><published>2006-07-19T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T04:48:28.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched PIRATES part 2 yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was all geared up and fully anticpating a good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#*(&amp;#)&amp;*)!#*_)@+_!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blardy letdown.&lt;br /&gt;it took me some time before i understood one scene before being bombarded by another confusing scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crystal said the show was like funy beyong description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;my jaw hardly open.&lt;br /&gt;except to yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were too much special effects and action in the show which were all half-baked, in my opinion, which killed off the entertaining value. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! JaCk sparrow, CAPTAIN JAcK SparroW is really funny.&lt;br /&gt;but please lah.&lt;br /&gt;with a show that has enemies which have starfishes stuck on their faces and look like your cutterfish snack,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any good actor will have difficulty pulling a joke off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyes.&lt;br /&gt;i heard from shiyun who heard from bi qi who heard from samantha ( the wonders of gossip )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that miss CHIA XINFANG has yet again shown that she lack the sufficient level of EQ to blend in with the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said something abt not befriending zach and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lao.&lt;br /&gt;was like so &amp;#*(&amp;@*)!&amp;!*()_! pissed when i heard it.&lt;br /&gt;its already enough that one is so cold to their fellow classmates&lt;br /&gt;dont need to RUB RUB RUB IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;already telling zach and the rest not to be too anti to her..&lt;br /&gt;i myself had already attempted to be sweet to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently all amount of sweetness would be dulled by someone so sour.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope what lovelle said is true.&lt;br /&gt;hope i've not observed adequately enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless all there is to prove is that 10 years in a all girls school would deprive oneself all knowledge of social skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheeeesh&lt;br /&gt;even i made up with rebecca can&lt;br /&gt;BURIED THE HATCHET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i woont hit her with the spade.&lt;br /&gt;haaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS ABOUT BEING HAPPY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lao eh. go to school to study yes, but not at the freaking expense of being a freaking hermit, living in your own world !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this calls for me to inhale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just my luck to meeet such a person FOR THE FIRST TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope she stumbles on my blog man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;why am i ranting about her alone?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school stinks with low-EQ people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-115330970888480058?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115330970888480058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115330970888480058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_07_16_archive.html#115330970888480058' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-115304866458616888</id><published>2006-07-16T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T04:17:44.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they say winning isnt everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why the hell go to a competition with that mentality??!!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go there to win.&lt;br /&gt;no to go home saying that it was all in the spirit of participation and at least we learnt something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should had won.&lt;br /&gt;excuses that the judges were unfair does not quantify the fact that we lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still cannot believe we lost both rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should had won both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i felt about debating for all these years was that it is something done to CONVINCE THE LAY PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not blabber a string of extremely incomprehensible english which the uneducated do not understand a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it should be convincing yes. but RELATES TO US. MAKE US UNDERSTAND WHAT THE HELL WE ARE DEBATING ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not shoot some blardy I-dont-know-wtf-you-are-talking kind of concept sewn in into this beautifully planned speech which people can hardly understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats wad schools like TJ did.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess we are guilty of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hell.&lt;br /&gt;me fab and bern made our speech quite simple!!!!&lt;br /&gt;rahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;cjc is officially out of the JCDC 2006.&lt;br /&gt;that is til bro. pual announces it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;i swore i could have tasted the grand finals.&lt;br /&gt;we were this close dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other schools i felt didnt do as well as us, &lt;br /&gt;got in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somtimes things do not go your way.&lt;br /&gt;hell.&lt;br /&gt;we have the blardy power to make them go OUR way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet again.&lt;br /&gt;if everybody has the same notion.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna listen to the david powder, er, powter's song. BAD DAY isnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;just realised my geog essay's undone.&lt;br /&gt;who cares if a city is unpopulated LAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-115304866458616888?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115304866458616888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115304866458616888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_07_16_archive.html#115304866458616888' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-115270901953551359</id><published>2006-07-12T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T05:56:59.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from 5 hours of debate.&lt;br /&gt;have a splitting headache now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz&lt;br /&gt;WE'LL FREAKIN THRASH TJ THIS SAT LAH.&lt;br /&gt;the motion is ' this house believes that patriotism has no future'&lt;br /&gt;tell me if you have anything ook?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard YJ has an entire paragraph pending to the defination of PATRIOTISM.&lt;br /&gt;goodness.&lt;br /&gt;crazy bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;some people just like to talk crap for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my results are like oh wow?&lt;br /&gt;econs- grade E&lt;br /&gt;geog- sub pass&lt;br /&gt;GP- grade E&lt;br /&gt;history- grade E&lt;br /&gt;chinese - grade B&lt;br /&gt;maths - grade F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahhahahhahahaa&lt;br /&gt;freaking failed maths.&lt;br /&gt;omgogmogmogmomgmogomg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a technical person. so who freakin cares about adding and subtracting variables.&lt;br /&gt;GET A LIFE PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;C maths suck lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn tired sia.&lt;br /&gt;everyday come back so bushed.&lt;br /&gt;so tired&lt;br /&gt;so exhuasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhhh&lt;br /&gt;and i still got training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad kinda holistic education are we receving man. &lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets bitch about moi classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FABIAN ONG- fellow debater. fun guy. great guy. best friend.whahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZACH- great pal to be with. just ego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QAZim- HAHAHA. thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELLE- MY TABLE PARTNER ! WE HAVE MO QI ! sweet girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REBECCA- friendly nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LACE- funny sia. just that she likes to pon debates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABIGAIL- pro in gP sia. exco of interact or smth. just that shes damn quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMY - ask me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XINFANG - ask me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMANTHA - MI classmate! sweeeeeeeeeeeeet person. rocks. =)))) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAPHNE - she smells nice sia. damn trendy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYSTAL - hahahhaha. BIMBO. nice person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIA JIN-  fun pal. he manages to scrap through everything without studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARRIE - haha. MI orientation mate! bubbly person. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN- fellow MARIST. haha LAME GUY. but funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BI QI- my qiqi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRISCILLA- GP pro. very GLAM person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIYING - hahaha. baby face~ cute =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIYUN - great gal with a great voice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. &lt;br /&gt;left anyone out?&lt;br /&gt;coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles peeps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-115270901953551359?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115270901953551359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115270901953551359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_07_09_archive.html#115270901953551359' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-115244278004973773</id><published>2006-07-09T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T03:59:40.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>next week's gonna be the worst week in 2006 so far.&lt;br /&gt;gettting back results !&lt;br /&gt;shit man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna have that DIE DIE DIE feeling you get before receiving back your results.&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;thats if you didnt prepare adequately.&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm in that category&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.&lt;br /&gt;i swear my class's ticking me off.&lt;br /&gt;blardy un-bonded&lt;br /&gt;i mean people like qazz,sy, kevin are fun.&lt;br /&gt;but there'll always be SOME people who lack enough EQ to bond with the rest of the class.&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;must be the result of spending 10 years in a all girls school.&lt;br /&gt;thats why i laugh at people who say JC's the best tiem of their school lives.&lt;br /&gt;what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant' believe some people are already looking out for their prom partners man.&lt;br /&gt;super uber early please.&lt;br /&gt;knowing cj, which i know, bro. paul wwould most likely CHOOSE our partners. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;shudder at that thought please.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha! HUANG ! MO QI !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;we are screwed for pw.&lt;br /&gt;havent even started on our EoM. &lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;damn high level of effiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that' if i were you ' song is stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else to rant about........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;why the heck did i choose to go to cj.&lt;br /&gt;rah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-115244278004973773?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115244278004973773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115244278004973773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_07_09_archive.html#115244278004973773' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-115172780536071806</id><published>2006-06-30T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T21:23:25.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just woke up from this morning's grueling match between argentina and germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lao.&lt;br /&gt;germany managed to squeeze a win through penalties sia.&lt;br /&gt;lucky bastards.&lt;br /&gt;and that was because they injured arg's GK !&lt;br /&gt;so the germans had to resort to underhand tactics i see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. eh&lt;br /&gt;ironically i thought i was supporting germany.&lt;br /&gt;guess it was because Jurgen changed kahn from being the number 1 GK.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just read ci hui's blog.&lt;br /&gt;does gOd watch soccer?&lt;br /&gt;does he favor any of the teams?&lt;br /&gt;then isn't it explict enough for that team to win liao.&lt;br /&gt;what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;chatted with netto ytd.&lt;br /&gt;was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;talked about NUS admission.. which really freaked me out a little..&lt;br /&gt;the most likely admission criteria inot NUS would be  B,B,C&lt;br /&gt;shucks...&lt;br /&gt;and that's ONLY for getting into the arts fauclty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked about NS.. and how the gov. is wasting their $$$$ by installing CCTV cameras to prevent cheating during a personnel's IPPT.&lt;br /&gt;so lameeee.&lt;br /&gt;they said if you didn't do your chin up properly, they had proof !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;why do we live in a world without trust anymore.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. netto also mentioned that he felt that my confirmation batch was the worst among the 3 that we had. &lt;br /&gt;after being in all 3..&lt;br /&gt;hmm...he said that we were worst off cos the camp didn't meet the objectives of the camp.&lt;br /&gt;initially i disagree cos the camp was damn fun.. BECUASE EVERYONE WAS SO BONDED. which very much cannot be seen in the past 2 years of con camp. however, there are not many peeps from my batch of confirmants who are around. as pointed out by netto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is kinda true yeah.&lt;br /&gt;the only people i see around from my batch are what? andrew,henry,gen, christine ( once in a bluee moon please), kelynn, george and maybe a few others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. compare with last year, i suppose the figures don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;br /&gt;CON CAMP SHOULD BE SPIRITUAL? AND NOT MEANT TO BOND THE PEOPLE AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh&lt;br /&gt;sounds damn boring to me.&lt;br /&gt;but if it meets the objectives and bring back people..&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's what we have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brazil rocks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-115172780536071806?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115172780536071806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115172780536071806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_06_25_archive.html#115172780536071806' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-115164488759785358</id><published>2006-06-29T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:21:27.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.&lt;br /&gt;woke up today at 11 with my whole body aching over.&lt;br /&gt;its not being lerthagic or anything.&lt;br /&gt;just feel like dying on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the type who can live through 2 nights without sleep.&lt;br /&gt;how the heck am i gonna survive training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watched DAWN OF THE DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;wooo.&lt;br /&gt;the show's like a replica of RESIDENT EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;just that its mroe gruesome.&lt;br /&gt;considering its M21&lt;br /&gt;erm&lt;br /&gt;i know im 17&lt;br /&gt;shuddap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said when hell's full,&lt;br /&gt;the dead would walk the earth.&lt;br /&gt;cos god's angry with us. supposedly due to the unethnical facts that we have MEN ON MEN RELATIONS..abortion..blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. kinda truee..&lt;br /&gt;but gOd forgives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell am i commenting on movies now.&lt;br /&gt;should follow leosen's footsteps man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;michelle just said i was SWEET&lt;br /&gt;=)))))&lt;br /&gt;i eat humble pies everday ook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was just wondering why people these days are either too sensitive or they just do not have an ounce of sensitivity in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt we as friends be concerned for each other. &lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;speaking of friends, i just realised that our marist gang's pretty close.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eugene&lt;br /&gt;yao feng&lt;br /&gt;kong&lt;br /&gt;zi ming&lt;br /&gt;kheng ming&lt;br /&gt;vincent&lt;br /&gt;brandon&lt;br /&gt;delon&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit lah&lt;br /&gt;im like getting damn emo after my mid-years.&lt;br /&gt;ITS EITHER BECAUSE SPAIN GOT THRASHED BY FRANCE WHICH WAS LIKE DAMN ALIEN, OR IM GONNA GET SCREWED FOR PTM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;what excuse am i gonna give for ptm..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the possible reasons i've dreamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) WORLD CUP&lt;br /&gt;2) LAST MIN WORK&lt;br /&gt;3) TOO LITTLE SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;4) FENG SHUI WAS BAD&lt;br /&gt;5) TEACHERS SUCK&lt;br /&gt;6) JC SUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;im clueless.&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i went to arts was because my sec sch humans HOD said i had  a flair in humans.&lt;br /&gt;hhahahah&lt;br /&gt;then why the hell did i get 10.5 / 25 for my history project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit shit shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i;m gonna get scrwwed upside down, left, right, inside out by my teacher, who is an indian i might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;not that im racist. -.-&lt;br /&gt;just that most of my indian friends are feisty whenever they are mad.&lt;br /&gt;shit man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lord bless me man.&lt;br /&gt;better say ten OUR FATHERs before the results are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. but what's the use?? i used to think that the lord might actually change the marks on the paper if you prayed enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes&lt;br /&gt;it was a famous notion back in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;but i still failed like shit for my PSLE prelims.&lt;br /&gt;whahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes.&lt;br /&gt;that was why i ended up in my dear maris stella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh brother.&lt;br /&gt;going cp later with netto =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ook.&lt;br /&gt;just realised that UNWELL by matchbox twenty is a nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to realise the truth about things only like eons later?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-115164488759785358?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115164488759785358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115164488759785358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_06_25_archive.html#115164488759785358' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-115159293275046639</id><published>2006-06-29T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T07:55:32.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so elated now.&lt;br /&gt;papers are over.&lt;br /&gt;friday's and monday's are hols.&lt;br /&gt;time to catch up on my precious sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;just watched bruce almighty todaee.&lt;br /&gt;really left me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;whether we are truly taking life for granted.&lt;br /&gt;when we are upset with the things we do in life.&lt;br /&gt;when we do not get what we want at times&lt;br /&gt;do we really blame gOd?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that people nowadays have become more american-ised.&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness.&lt;br /&gt;just this evening jasmine was like AARON AARON AARON! HOWS LIFE KICKING? &lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to the singapore style of greeting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR EXAMPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE WAY OF GREETING: oei oei oei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH BENG: knn ! ccb! le hor bo ( you alright?) abbreviations are used to cater for the refined people such as myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIST: A A A ( they meant HEY HEY HEY, but somehow it comes off as A A A )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BARTLEY FRIENDS: oei. kua simi? ( look at what?) i think the translation is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MALAY FRIENDS: ( they just smile )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY INDIAN FRIENDS: *&amp;#!(_&amp;@*&amp;!()@&amp;*(_!@&amp;~ ( and no, i'm not being racist. just that my com doesnt offer the indian symbols)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XING YI: HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUI YI: ELLO ELLO. V. E ! ( i thought it was L.O.V.E song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yess.&lt;br /&gt;life is so weird now.&lt;br /&gt;singapore is gonna become america sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;with all those variety shows.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, do you enjoy local variety shows or the ones from uS?&lt;br /&gt;its like that LOST AND FOUND food show and PROJECT RUNWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i like project runway. all those err.. manly men. wooo. they're full of oestrogens ( female genes)&lt;br /&gt;but its offer of entertainment value is so muchmore than the singaporean ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many people, eg. MISS SIN, are gaga over AMERICA NEXT TOP MODEL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even songs too.&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;that BEEP song by pussycat dolls?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;i've finally discoverd the name.&lt;br /&gt;wooo.&lt;br /&gt;what a discovery.&lt;br /&gt;for me its like columbus discovering spain. wwait. was it america. err.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that song's retarded anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i no longer have any idea what a singaporean lifestyle should be like.&lt;br /&gt;adoption of the american livelihood is pretty common now.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;i find people who are able to recite a slew of 'refined' english in hokkien, much more interesting than the people who go like YOYOYOYO, WHATS UP DUDE? or MY POP'S WATCHIN THE TELLY MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean compare that with OEI. CHAO CHEEBYE LAH. KAN NI NA. LE BOR JIA PENG AH (you never eat rice ah) LE KANA SAI LAH ( you're full of shit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i love expanding my vocab.&lt;br /&gt;but i just find it highly amusing and would always listen intently whenever a bunch of what i call TRUE SINGAPOREANS gather together to recite such beautiful 'poems'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;thats the future if singapore sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lee hsien long is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;why am i even saying that when i'm in grassroots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;great level of emulation.&lt;br /&gt;way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;tml meeting up with netto at cp.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to chat with him for some time. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;to those who are keen and bent on going jc ( like i was previously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE PREPARED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos you'll need a hell of of discipline in school.&lt;br /&gt;in secondary sch, you are still entitled to last min study which might be able to secure you a passing or even a distinction grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however.&lt;br /&gt;screw that notion in jC.&lt;br /&gt;there's too much to squeeze in one night.&lt;br /&gt;EG.&lt;br /&gt;for H2 geog. you have 15 chapts and a ton of  CASE STUDIES for mid years. each chap is about minimum 10 pages worth of content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EG.2 &lt;br /&gt;for H2 maths. you have 12 chapts and one chapt usually takes a minimum of 2 hours just to get the hang on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;theres econs too.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't really consider it a headache cos i'm supposedly good at it.&lt;br /&gt;haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes.&lt;br /&gt;if you're planning to do last min work in jc.&lt;br /&gt;be prepared to either suffer a breakdown. which i almost did. or i already did. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess poly life is much more relaxed and at a slower pace. but the self discipline there is also needed.&lt;br /&gt;just that jc's momemtum's much faster and stress level is really high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when my juniors told me they were all so excited about using the DSA plan to get into jC, &lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;to each his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but generally,&lt;br /&gt;jc's fun&lt;br /&gt;just that you'll treasure your secondary school friends more.&lt;br /&gt;for unknown reasons yes.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. time to catch up 2 days worth of sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-115159293275046639?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115159293275046639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115159293275046639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_06_25_archive.html#115159293275046639' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-115149722626646737</id><published>2006-06-28T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T05:20:26.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its amazing how one can get pass his/her day without a wink of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank gawd tml's the last paper.&lt;br /&gt;totally screwed big time for maths today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first question skip.&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to start thinking of all the valid excuses for not maknig e cut.&lt;br /&gt;i DUN WANNA RETAIN !&lt;br /&gt;shitttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be like so malu please.&lt;br /&gt;going through orientation again?!&lt;br /&gt;omg..&lt;br /&gt;can't bear to think of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.&lt;br /&gt;just push on.&lt;br /&gt;can sleep for the whole of tml&lt;br /&gt;toooooodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-115149722626646737?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115149722626646737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115149722626646737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_06_25_archive.html#115149722626646737' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-115141068678198619</id><published>2006-06-27T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T05:18:06.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok&lt;br /&gt;shall attempt to blog about concamp 2006.&lt;br /&gt;while i'm supposed to be studying for maths.&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;br /&gt;3 hours of nonstop action tml.&lt;br /&gt;hope my PANASONIC BATTERIES DON'T DIE OUT ON ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;con camp 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1&lt;br /&gt;AS USUAL. my sis would take her own sweet time to leave the house so i left earlier.&lt;br /&gt;met up with henry and the rest at church. was abt 615? err...yah.. went for mass then. there were losta parents there as well. dunno why they had to accompany their kids. haiz. the teens were like damn dazed. haha. aiyah.&lt;br /&gt;registration next.&lt;br /&gt;as the freakin meal ic.. literally had to push muffins into the teens' hands. never knew muffins were fatty cos almost all the gals didnt want to them. haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;stoned for abit til the bus came. that bastard-ic andrew came at 8.&lt;br /&gt;ass.&lt;br /&gt;the bus trip was damn funny sia.&lt;br /&gt;bus full of convent girls.&lt;br /&gt;laugh your ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach FMM while it was still raining. 3rd time going to that place, but still.&lt;br /&gt;helped to unload all the nonsense on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;finally went up to the hall for ice breakers.&lt;br /&gt;haha. was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;1st game played was the CHOPSTICK GAME.&lt;br /&gt;wooo.&lt;br /&gt;damn fun i swear. considering i didnt play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;considering the time now is 815pm.&lt;br /&gt;which means i have approximately 5-6 hours of maths.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;shall just leave the concamp thingy til tml.&lt;br /&gt;cheston took more than 500 pics ?!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.&lt;br /&gt;time to mug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-115141068678198619?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115141068678198619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115141068678198619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_06_25_archive.html#115141068678198619' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-115131586662448044</id><published>2006-06-26T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T02:57:46.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FREEDOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear sleep is worth more than a million nucks during exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese was ok&lt;br /&gt;econs was ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bruised my finger from writing too fast.&lt;br /&gt;think i scribbled like hell and i think my english made no sense.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;sleep first worry later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only maths and geog now.&lt;br /&gt;just another 6 more hours of sitting still.&lt;br /&gt;somehow that seem like eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.&lt;br /&gt;sleep first blog later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-115131586662448044?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115131586662448044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115131586662448044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_06_25_archive.html#115131586662448044' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-115120474724092934</id><published>2006-06-24T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T20:05:47.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rah&lt;br /&gt;i swear life in jc is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;seriously evaluating the possibility of me swimming illegally into malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;probably drown halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i screwed history.&lt;br /&gt;why the hell did i take the damn subj?!&lt;br /&gt;some ghost must've took hold of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese tml sia&lt;br /&gt;sucks&lt;br /&gt;thought i saw the last of it last year.&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn.&lt;br /&gt;hate the damn subj.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i lost my damn dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs tml as well.&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't be too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY IS A BREAK !! WOOHOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wedesday's maths. shit. my gC's out of batt.&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;take exam without calculator.&lt;br /&gt;prodigy i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that's NATIONAL EDUCATION EXAM&lt;br /&gt;like wadda hell is that.&lt;br /&gt;shit man.. its 40marks.&lt;br /&gt;better start revising what those stars on the flag mean.&lt;br /&gt;ehh.&lt;br /&gt;the crescent means young nation right.&lt;br /&gt;white means purity?&lt;br /&gt;then red...errr... sweet?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;br /&gt;who cares.&lt;br /&gt;40 marks anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday's geog.&lt;br /&gt;which worries the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;i have no clue whatsoever about human geog.&lt;br /&gt;die.&lt;br /&gt;physical's still half baked.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;turn gay and seduce mr low.&lt;br /&gt;excellent strategy.&lt;br /&gt;woooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discovered after 17years of education that i'm such a last min person.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;the stress at the 11.59th hour is heavenly i swear.&lt;br /&gt;damn lah.&lt;br /&gt;i hate studying for exams and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep listening to that 'confessions of a broken heart' song.&lt;br /&gt;damn ear worm.&lt;br /&gt;turning gay i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go out with nelly ytd.&lt;br /&gt;ended up watching anime.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing i need most now is sleeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;which i can never seem to get during exam periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;AND THERES PTM AFTER THAT.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT LAH&lt;br /&gt;WHY DOES THE EFFICIENCY LEVEL OF TERTIARY TEACHERS SO HIGH ??!&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T THEY TAKE A LEAF OUTTA THE SCONDARY SCH TEACHERS.&lt;br /&gt;can't they slowly marrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love ranting&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;before hitting the books again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-115120474724092934?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115120474724092934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115120474724092934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_06_18_archive.html#115120474724092934' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-115016540246300256</id><published>2006-06-12T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:23:22.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>con camp's over!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;after facilitating for 2 years..&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt seem repetitive at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything does seem to remind me of myself when i was still young and dumb.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still young i know. (shudap gwee)&lt;br /&gt;but i hope i'm no longer dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought life would be same after what happened with liyun..&lt;br /&gt;but why must someone always walk in and mess everything else up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-115016540246300256?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115016540246300256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/115016540246300256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_06_11_archive.html#115016540246300256' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-114406563749384129</id><published>2006-04-03T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T05:00:37.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I KEEP LOSING MY FREAKING STUFF!&lt;br /&gt;ARGHH&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;at least i dun lose myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fabian came back today!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;still as dirty as ever.&lt;br /&gt;harping on the gym teacher...haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons were damn dirty with zach of course.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;this goes on we'll retain for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear that benedict's starting to tick me off.&lt;br /&gt;^T$&amp;^@$)()(@@&lt;br /&gt;everything must do it HIS way.&lt;br /&gt;wahhh.&lt;br /&gt;HE better be glad i didn't rebutt and just kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;wonder why i dislike him anw&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch decided not to go for ptm.&lt;br /&gt;which was a BAD DECISION&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;nathan's so gonna deep fry me tml.&lt;br /&gt;no matter.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just charm him&lt;br /&gt;err.&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;indians can;t be charmed.&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh!&lt;br /&gt;shucks&lt;br /&gt;i hate bein racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to wait with miss chia!&lt;br /&gt;=(... she didn't want in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to compass.&lt;br /&gt;met up with gwen and jasmine oh.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;just that they kept giggling.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;what's so hilarious about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home only to be called by averil.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;shes not feeling well!&lt;br /&gt;oh no oh no oh no oh no...&lt;br /&gt;hope she gets better.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can you please stop calling me&lt;br /&gt;    i swear i'm gonna get angry with you though i never have. &lt;br /&gt;aargh.&lt;br /&gt;my phone bill!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-114406563749384129?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114406563749384129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114406563749384129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_04_02_archive.html#114406563749384129' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-114379943792817201</id><published>2006-03-31T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T02:03:58.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;life doesn't get any better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not want anything from you.&lt;br /&gt;why do you suppose that when a guy likes a gal&lt;br /&gt;would mean they have to get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just.&lt;br /&gt;something unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear her smile can put a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposely to go for relay today&lt;br /&gt;supposely to go for sc meeting today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i'll  do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha&lt;br /&gt;as i recall.&lt;br /&gt;i used to sing this song.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;stupid as i was at that time.&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;time flew since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;today had peeee!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo&lt;br /&gt;fun like hell man&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE PE&lt;br /&gt;WONDERFULLLLLL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm deproving like mad for 2.4&lt;br /&gt;sucks.&lt;br /&gt;qazz improving lo&lt;br /&gt;sucks.&lt;br /&gt;oh  well&lt;br /&gt;live let and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why you are calling me now.&lt;br /&gt;did it not occur you that it is too late?&lt;br /&gt;you really can't change the way things are.&lt;br /&gt;what's done has already been done.&lt;br /&gt;they're all just words..&lt;br /&gt;sheesh..&lt;br /&gt;you can say all that...&lt;br /&gt;but what really counts are your actions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's probably why relationships don't last.&lt;br /&gt;people only love by words.&lt;br /&gt;no one ever love by actions no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;my answer is no.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-114354564403473815?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114354564403473815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114354564403473815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114354564403473815' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-114344789591510236</id><published>2006-03-27T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T03:46:31.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another stoopid day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;so unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met vanssa,eulynn and sybil at compass later.&lt;br /&gt;dorts&lt;br /&gt;have absolutely no idea whats wrong with sjc gals nowadaes.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goshhh man&lt;br /&gt;i need to think !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-114344789591510236?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114344789591510236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114344789591510236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114344789591510236' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-114326492888091668</id><published>2006-03-24T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T21:35:28.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear pE's damn fun man.&lt;br /&gt;spend almost the all time shouting WONDERFULLLL. and MANY MANY MOREE.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;its damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh..&lt;br /&gt;after had chinese..&lt;br /&gt;the blardy teacher damn dao one..&lt;br /&gt;eh.wait..&lt;br /&gt;gotta speak in proper english.&lt;br /&gt;ahem..&lt;br /&gt;the teacher was &amp;$()@&amp;amp;#)(&amp;#)(!*)#!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but shes nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;kept making a din in class but she kept smiling.&lt;br /&gt;just that i think shes abit deaf in the ear.&lt;br /&gt;hadda repeat my question 6 times man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had econs and geog later.&lt;br /&gt;ehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;lets not go there.&lt;br /&gt;wonder why i keep avoiding liyun nowadaes.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh..&lt;br /&gt;oh well.........&lt;br /&gt;i think samantha knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forcced qazz not to go for malay lesson&lt;br /&gt;wahhaha&lt;br /&gt;hes the funniest malay.&lt;br /&gt;then aagain, im not racist.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;speaking of that/&lt;br /&gt;nathan was extremely pissed-looking todae during lecture.&lt;br /&gt;so me being me.&lt;br /&gt;mE: eh, why nathan always so black faced??&lt;br /&gt;kevin: cos hes indian wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahwahhahahah..;.&lt;br /&gt;i swear my racist meter soared man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went town later..&lt;br /&gt;eurghhh.&lt;br /&gt;i loathe taking neos.&lt;br /&gt;so er...... pinky&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I LIKE PINK OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet up with melvin,yf,nic and junxian later.&lt;br /&gt;man,..&lt;br /&gt;really had a fun time if it werent for me being so tired.&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes really cute. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-114326492888091668?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114326492888091668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114326492888091668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_03_19_archive.html#114326492888091668' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-114276123290541401</id><published>2006-03-19T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T01:40:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whats wrong with my internet?!&lt;br /&gt;mood swing ah.&lt;br /&gt;you can never rely on this piece of technology scrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the PM session todae abt some killing mosquitoes thingy.&lt;br /&gt;haha~&lt;br /&gt;think i'll be on tv!&lt;br /&gt;coolness&lt;br /&gt;didnt shake his hand though.&lt;br /&gt;what a waste..&lt;br /&gt;there was an amazing number of bodyguards arnd.&lt;br /&gt;they were like all squesshing the pm.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its rathwer pitiful to be that important uhhuh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to compass later to eat with gwen.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much soso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i missed 2 meetings!&lt;br /&gt;gosh man&lt;br /&gt;wheres your respoinsibility!&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;probably in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;hope alan doesnt mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml's starting ssch!&lt;br /&gt;woohooos.&lt;br /&gt;like my class mucho.&lt;br /&gt;like to shout in class mucho.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;funnn.&lt;br /&gt;just that hearsay tml's spot checking of attire?!&lt;br /&gt;freak&lt;br /&gt;im gonna get screwed for my hair.&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;pray that mr nathan falls down the stairs and get maimed.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;evil shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poly's starting soon ya.&lt;br /&gt;so sOmE pEoPLe can stop calling me during lesson time&lt;br /&gt;and shouting&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. SUCKER. YOU'RE IN CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;go bang your head agnst the wall pls&lt;br /&gt;escp you gwee.&lt;br /&gt;wahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeep.&lt;br /&gt;life's starting to look up.&lt;br /&gt;just hope its not on a downhill ride...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-114276123290541401?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114276123290541401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114276123290541401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_03_19_archive.html#114276123290541401' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-114251908044763340</id><published>2006-03-16T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T06:27:36.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>attempting to bring this blog out from the grave&lt;br /&gt;seeing that vincent is finally picking up the blogging trend which is like about 3 years old..&lt;br /&gt;slow old guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we have the most united class please.&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;who the heck sits in the middle of toa payoh, moreover in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;to do the class flag ?!&lt;br /&gt;1T08&lt;br /&gt;1T08 !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhaaha&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;crystal's mad.&lt;br /&gt;only say a few words and she ended up laughing like for ten minutes?!&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;lousy hold of her funny bone man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp&lt;br /&gt;cjc's funnn.&lt;br /&gt;still trying to aruge my way through to get KI.&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;imean i like stood at the GO and deliberated with the teacher for like ages just to let me take KI.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;the teachers are damn funny..&lt;br /&gt;LAUGHING GAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's cool~!&lt;br /&gt;just that whenever liyun and i meet.&lt;br /&gt;its really weird lah.&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;that day was really a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think brother paul's gonna murder me on mon.&lt;br /&gt;my hair's freakin long.&lt;br /&gt;ah shit&lt;br /&gt;summore i wanna join council&lt;br /&gt;oh man&lt;br /&gt;great going aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay~&lt;br /&gt;gonna have a session with the prime minister on sundae!&lt;br /&gt;hope he remembers my name permenantly man.&lt;br /&gt;will just screw it into his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.&lt;br /&gt;my face's oily again.&lt;br /&gt;kong rocks .&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;hi flen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-114251908044763340?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114251908044763340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114251908044763340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_03_12_archive.html#114251908044763340' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-114208290360592511</id><published>2006-03-11T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T05:15:03.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohooos.&lt;br /&gt;cj rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loove my class.&lt;br /&gt;rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just that whenever we meet,&lt;br /&gt;think we'll both feel damn weird. brr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-114208290360592511?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114208290360592511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114208290360592511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_03_05_archive.html#114208290360592511' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-114205640935766605</id><published>2006-03-10T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:53:29.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i really wonder why i feel so weird seeing you at school.&lt;br /&gt;are you so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a pain to your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you such a pain to me as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;kept laughing todaee.&lt;br /&gt;edmund kept doing these weird actions..&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;lets not go there lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr.&lt;br /&gt;life's boring.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of dota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been skipping school like madness..&lt;br /&gt;lemme count..&lt;br /&gt;skipped thurs..&lt;br /&gt;skipped fri..&lt;br /&gt;and skipping on mon..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;oh damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some student i am lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter.&lt;br /&gt;wheres the spice in life if we don't break rules once in a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but still i have to say!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll do it all again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just want you to know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that since i lost you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i lost myself!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no i cant fake it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;theres no one else..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need another fun factor.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;OOOH YESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT STOPPED BY THE POLICE ON FRIDAE!&lt;br /&gt;HOW COOL IS THAT ?!&lt;br /&gt;whahaahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-114096627565754899?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114096627565754899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114096627565754899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_02_26_archive.html#114096627565754899' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-114053817536713332</id><published>2006-02-21T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T08:09:35.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.&lt;br /&gt;life's been the same i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;almost back to the same old routine life as was in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;melvin came back to school todae~&lt;br /&gt;woohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked like some hungry ghost festival.&lt;br /&gt;erm&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;no link.&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's really getting seriously boring.&lt;br /&gt;not that i mind the boredom kicking in ..&lt;br /&gt;cos there's always nic to crap arnd with.&lt;br /&gt;which in turn, is influencing me to become rather crude now..&lt;br /&gt;oh man&lt;br /&gt;and huiren thinks i'm gay with him.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;guys are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back and spend some time talking to rachel abt life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;my stomach's really pain now.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't the slightest clue what i ate.&lt;br /&gt;but it but have been flushed with poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eurghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! i saw fiona xie!&lt;br /&gt;=)))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-114053817536713332?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;talked to rachel about life.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;wasted like $$$$$$$ on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;so dead.&lt;br /&gt;its only occurs to me now that my phone has a short battery lifespan&lt;br /&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to church later.&lt;br /&gt;beginning to like my class more and more.&lt;br /&gt;the sec 1 peeps are really funn.&lt;br /&gt;just that they're abit childish and err.. chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;lol. kept making faces at amelia.&lt;br /&gt;funneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... nothing much later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was like lying on my bed just now when ally called.&lt;br /&gt;kept talking about her problems.&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;not like life doesn't have its many problems already.&lt;br /&gt;why do we have to advocate it.&lt;br /&gt;for instance.&lt;br /&gt;my dumb laptop's internet has gone berserk.&lt;br /&gt;so i have choices.&lt;br /&gt;1) chuck it outta my window&lt;br /&gt;2) repair it&lt;br /&gt;3) stone at it, hoping it'll repair by itself&lt;br /&gt;4) don't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;5) scream at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets try option 1..&lt;br /&gt;sounds the most coherent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why's the dumb 98.7 keep playing that L.O.V.E by ashlee simpson?!&lt;br /&gt;not like i haven't heard enough of it from fauzi everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ook.. giving my fingers some exercise here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep getting this weird feeling that something bad is gonna happen again.&lt;br /&gt;life's really roller coasting now.&lt;br /&gt;can the cart please move up now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-114028099393992688?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114028099393992688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114028099393992688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_archive.html#114028099393992688' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-114018217954372741</id><published>2006-02-17T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T05:16:19.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG&lt;br /&gt;okok. i'll be the first to announce this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no biggie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-114018217954372741?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114018217954372741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114018217954372741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_archive.html#114018217954372741' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-114017795504133172</id><published>2006-02-17T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T04:05:55.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.&lt;br /&gt;still sick today.&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;nothing much today.&lt;br /&gt;yong lin came back though.&lt;br /&gt;fun fun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. see his face you'll just burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back just to get another flower.&lt;br /&gt;haha...err...&lt;br /&gt;speechless again.&lt;br /&gt;ate lunch with gwen.&lt;br /&gt;yeeah. lots of crap to talk...&lt;br /&gt;kept laughing about the kfc's CHICKEN chicken&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to orchard later with gwee to look for the fountain&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;it was damn hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;she was like FOUNTAINNNNNNNNNNN????&lt;br /&gt;aiya. found it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. i'm really dying frm cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really have no idea what to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost like before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;somehow, i feel that i've made the dumbest mistake ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but still,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why's there a voice which keeps telling me not to give up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanted to tell you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-114017795504133172?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114017795504133172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114017795504133172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_archive.html#114017795504133172' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-114008405365827690</id><published>2006-02-16T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T04:01:39.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oook.&lt;br /&gt;today received so many choc.&lt;br /&gt;haha. chldn't eat any of them&lt;br /&gt;stoopid feever.&lt;br /&gt;thanks anyways. =))))))&lt;br /&gt;even fauzi gave! haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh man, felt so bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt so crappy.&lt;br /&gt;spent sooooo long just to make those dumb cookies&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;in the end.&lt;br /&gt;she didn't even eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back later.&lt;br /&gt;got flowers frm gwee,sherrie and gwen~&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;speechless.&lt;br /&gt;gwee even pasted all our childhood photos over hers..&lt;br /&gt;cuteeee.&lt;br /&gt;haha... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arggh. was walking over to rivervale mall with gwen when cherlyn just had to come rushing over.&lt;br /&gt;nooooot that i detest her..&lt;br /&gt;just that the way she puts things ahh..&lt;br /&gt;Eg. she'll just run across the road and shout "AAroOOoooOon."&lt;br /&gt;and she'll just roar in her loudest voice" my gentleman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;face all thrown.&lt;br /&gt;lucky i didn't go out with her on vday.&lt;br /&gt;yeeeah. roting at home rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fauzi said it is a bad thing to be excessively gentlemanly.&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;asked gwee on that.&lt;br /&gt;ended up singing that stoopid 'you're sweet' song.&lt;br /&gt;-___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean is it really such a bad thing to like erm, pamper a girl?&lt;br /&gt;i thought its only right for a guy to like send gals home, open doors,etc?&lt;br /&gt;haha... looking at james.&lt;br /&gt;erm&lt;br /&gt;i think i might be asking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/ ok. live,let and learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still sick.&lt;br /&gt;still upset.&lt;br /&gt;still whatever lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've made a dumb mistake.&lt;br /&gt;so....&lt;br /&gt;what happens now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm on the verge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's still something outstanding stuck in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;irking like tze wei's voice.&lt;br /&gt;thank gawd she doesn't have this url&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;does she.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-114008405365827690?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114008405365827690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/114008405365827690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_archive.html#114008405365827690' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113993504830238351</id><published>2006-02-14T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T08:37:28.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;james. you owe me one.&lt;br /&gt;plan such a fun-filled valentine for you.&lt;br /&gt;owe me big time.&lt;br /&gt;can't believe you got so cheeky though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today just rotted at home.&lt;br /&gt;went to rivervale mal with gwee and gwen for a short while later on.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;was like valentine's lunch ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;goodness&lt;br /&gt;everyone was like whY is 2 gals with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brrrr.&lt;br /&gt;went back later to play more dota.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;think i got my fever frm that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;sick sick sick&lt;br /&gt;and my face's oily&lt;br /&gt;can't stand it when my face's oily&lt;br /&gt;everything always seem to go wrong when its oily.&lt;br /&gt;darnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you still owe me james&lt;br /&gt;i wont forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wont.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wont.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wont.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113993504830238351?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113993504830238351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113993504830238351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_archive.html#113993504830238351' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113983706055847495</id><published>2006-02-13T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T05:24:20.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy valentines' everyone !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what sherrie says, spreeeead the love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep smiling peeps!&lt;br /&gt;even for those sad-striken ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>not sure why this song has been stuck in my head for so long.&lt;br /&gt;its 'just want you to know' by backstreet boys if you dunno wads my blog song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i first heard it when in sec 3 on the bus?&lt;br /&gt;was like dozing off when this song was played?&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics really struck me.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you really just want someone to know how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but stoopid lah. the song's cut halfway!&lt;br /&gt;gawddammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to esplande todae. just the four of us.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;got thiss xiao mei mei in the theater kept looking at me!&lt;br /&gt;then gwee being gwee..&lt;br /&gt;went to ask her why was she staring at moi.&lt;br /&gt;she said i was ke ai!&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;bought her an ice cream man..&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;br /&gt;james was like wadda hell&lt;br /&gt;hehehehhehehehheheehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank gawd jas dun read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;shall reveal to everyone james' valentine schedule.&lt;br /&gt;love ya bro&lt;br /&gt;1) 10.30-11am--- meet up.  jas will be late as usual. for all the jap class peeps, THE STONE GIANT !! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;2) 11am-12pm--- go lunch of smth?&lt;br /&gt;3) errr... i dunno wad goes on here.&lt;br /&gt;4) 6pm to 8pm--- dinner at pS?&lt;br /&gt;5) 8pm to 9pm--- take bus to esplande?&lt;br /&gt;6) 9pm to god knows wad time--- sit by the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyoyo.&lt;br /&gt;you better thank me for planning for you hor.&lt;br /&gt;so nice me.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;just dun push her into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why ish everyone asking wad i'm doing on that day????&lt;br /&gt;okokok.&lt;br /&gt;here's mine.&lt;br /&gt;1) 12pm - WAKE UP.&lt;br /&gt;2) 12pm to 1pm - EAT&lt;br /&gt;3) 1pm to 4 pm- DOTA DOTA DOTA&lt;br /&gt;4) 4pm to 6pm - SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;5) 6pm to 7pm- EAT&lt;br /&gt;6) 7pm to 10 pm- DOTA DOTA DOTA&lt;br /&gt;7) 10pm to 12 am- STONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes. i know its very romantic.&lt;br /&gt;my bed and my com will be my sweethearts.&lt;br /&gt;=))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man.. my friends said nYjc quite boring...&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad to do...&lt;br /&gt;registered le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs&lt;br /&gt;i've been fighting to let you go&lt;br /&gt;indeed.&lt;br /&gt;that theres a day you'll come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know you'll never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pS: jas says you can come along lah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113981379403144805?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113981379403144805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113981379403144805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_archive.html#113981379403144805' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113974304090883120</id><published>2006-02-12T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T03:17:21.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this was really one of the reasons i never liked being in love.&lt;br /&gt;its always bittersweet in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;everything's all over&lt;br /&gt;so you can stop badgering me about tues.&lt;br /&gt;thanks gwee!&lt;br /&gt;for the 101 smses you sent asking if i was going out on that day&lt;br /&gt;practically flooded until cannot flood.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be sleeping through the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;just dont feel like going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;oooh.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be taking the same combi as james in nY!&lt;br /&gt;wahhaha&lt;br /&gt;maths,econs,geog,hist, and we're seeing if we can take kI.&lt;br /&gt;smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oook.&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like typing much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;sorry gwee once again.&lt;br /&gt;see if you tag along with james and jas lo.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;really sorry ba.&lt;br /&gt;really just want to rot at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentines' everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113974304090883120?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113974304090883120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113974304090883120'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't believe i actually told fauzi and luara the reason.&lt;br /&gt;damn it&lt;br /&gt;never wanted anyone to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow,&lt;br /&gt;i'd had prayed for one more week til the results are out.&lt;br /&gt;why is everything happening so fast.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to see her walk out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet again,&lt;br /&gt;it was just like that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this sickening feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell am i so confused.&lt;br /&gt;and there's so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how was i going to let her know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that some things in life are nothing and everything.&lt;br /&gt;and that she was indeed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed the chance years back.&lt;br /&gt;this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid the same thing will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANGRY AT MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;COWARD&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T EVEN TELL SOMEONE SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell did i tell laura the reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113939777446873693?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113939777446873693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113939777446873693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_02_05_archive.html#113939777446873693' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113932811575479147</id><published>2006-02-07T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T08:01:55.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okokok.&lt;br /&gt;promised james to blog  AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate typing now.&lt;br /&gt;my hands are full of perfume&lt;br /&gt;yuckkk&lt;br /&gt;fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is everyone asking me about this friday?&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;my expectation&lt;br /&gt;chi=1&lt;br /&gt;eng=2&lt;br /&gt;chem=1&lt;br /&gt;phys=1&lt;br /&gt;ss=1&lt;br /&gt;geog=1&lt;br /&gt;emaths=2&lt;br /&gt;amaths=2&lt;br /&gt;jap=2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;should be able to graasp chi,eng and humanities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satisfied now everyone?&lt;br /&gt;stop pestering me for my quota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually it'll be niceee to see mrs loh and the rest again on friday.&lt;br /&gt;kinda missed those days when the whole class will start the day in an uproar.&lt;br /&gt;wahhaha. miss those dirty talks with gene.&lt;br /&gt;according to him&lt;br /&gt;they were the pinnacle of our secondary edu.&lt;br /&gt;couldn;t agree moreee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sybil's mom called me?!&lt;br /&gt;she sounded really hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;think she sounded as if i lost choh's phone.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;parents can really show their concern in a peculiar manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss mI.&lt;br /&gt;as in the people.&lt;br /&gt;not the frreaking school pls.&lt;br /&gt;if there was ever a soil erosion...&lt;br /&gt;good luck to us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.this is long enough.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna have heavier eye bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric has officially taken over me in track 081.&lt;br /&gt;and i've officially been insulted.&lt;br /&gt;him?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113932811575479147?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113932811575479147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113932811575479147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_02_05_archive.html#113932811575479147' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113929693661433553</id><published>2006-02-06T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T23:22:16.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep having stomach cramps today.&lt;br /&gt;blardy yong nian kept acting gay.&lt;br /&gt;laughed til i wanna poP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much today.&lt;br /&gt;econs teacher didn't come&lt;br /&gt;toots&lt;br /&gt;i like econs.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch, went home to meet up with gwee,james and jas.&lt;br /&gt;its been awhile since the four of us got together again.&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;was all having fun when gwee mentioned..'there used to be 5 of us'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;that was so long ago..&lt;br /&gt;something which i had chosen to forget about.&lt;br /&gt;still remembered how badly jasmine and gwee cried.&lt;br /&gt;still remembered how james just stood there with his mouth opened when he heard abt it.&lt;br /&gt;i don't recall what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i choose not to.&lt;br /&gt;it was really painful to hear such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;but no matter.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never forget sammie.&lt;br /&gt;and we'll all smile when we mention her.&lt;br /&gt;=)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things are really not to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;but for others,&lt;br /&gt;if you really want it.&lt;br /&gt;just go ahead to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's something i've learnt today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what's happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not likeee this?!&lt;br /&gt;sucks.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was because i was reminded of sammie that's why i was so afraid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm so sorry princess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i don't deserve forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pS: eric got chosen to take over me?!&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;he can't even kayak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113929693661433553?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113929693661433553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113929693661433553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_02_05_archive.html#113929693661433553' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113922610223838488</id><published>2006-02-06T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T03:42:21.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.today's crapppp&lt;br /&gt;got punished for being late for pE.&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;it was qutie shiok. but no warm up?! hands all stiff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much today. cept' i stained melvin's shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still need you&lt;br /&gt;i still care about you.&lt;br /&gt;i still feel you&lt;br /&gt;like i'm right besides you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113922610223838488?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113922610223838488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113922610223838488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_02_05_archive.html#113922610223838488' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113897490650578652</id><published>2006-02-03T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T06:32:59.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>congrats aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the hell you were thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are seriously such an idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much you try.&lt;br /&gt;how much you change.&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't care if she was fat,ugly,smelly,stinky with sweaty hands or what have you.&lt;br /&gt;i'll still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't change the fact that i do not deserve someone like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're only just a simple ordinary guy.&lt;br /&gt;nothing outstanding at all.&lt;br /&gt;with noooo qualities&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats aaron. congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biggest fool ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113897490650578652?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113897490650578652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113897490650578652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113897490650578652' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113886434825239566</id><published>2006-02-01T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T04:16:43.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's the worst freakin day. itss thursss. stoopid blogger&lt;br /&gt;feel so sucky up til now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;using coach's laptop to blog..wahahha..&lt;br /&gt;aiya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much today.&lt;br /&gt;sighsssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun think later can run or anything.&lt;br /&gt;keep thinking how's she doing.&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;gwee says i'm kinda a sucker for her.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling crap la.&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;mr soh really forgot abt the gp project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sorry for everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113886434825239566?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113886434825239566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113886434825239566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113886434825239566' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113879613992207248</id><published>2006-02-01T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T04:15:39.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooooook&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;todaee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme think.&lt;br /&gt;i think our econs teacher is really gonna suffer a stroke anytime now.&lt;br /&gt;she's like always getting pissed off and you can really marvel the steam coming outta her ears.&lt;br /&gt;but i like econss!&lt;br /&gt;better not get a stroke before i leave the school you hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to find zhou lao shi.&lt;br /&gt;she disappeared man...&lt;br /&gt;darn shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last period was the most unpleasant one.&lt;br /&gt;hadda sit in the audi whilst listening to the VP giving us a slice of propoganda..&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;i loathe people who do this.&lt;br /&gt;they should really show the life in the sch frm a different perspective .&lt;br /&gt;instead of just words words and more words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;dead sick of pizza.&lt;br /&gt;have been breathing pizza this cny.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh&lt;br /&gt;gawd&lt;br /&gt;even the word makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;oooh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;keep thinking of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i don't deserve to&lt;/em&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/6849553-113879613992207248?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113879613992207248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113879613992207248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113879613992207248' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113860923404163669</id><published>2006-01-30T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T00:20:34.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yawns.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 7 today.&lt;br /&gt;thinking it was still a blardy schooling day, i was like (*^(&amp;*^&amp;amp;^%^*&amp;.&lt;br /&gt;it was only when i took out my uni when i saw my calendar.&lt;br /&gt;crap&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need to organise my brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole morning trying to get sherrie to stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness she doesnt know my blog.&lt;br /&gt;wahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;really get a headache when gals cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;wad did i do next...&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to follow my mom to meet sOmEonE which i had no idea was related to me.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;i feigned headache in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitz.&lt;br /&gt;tml's my doom's day.&lt;br /&gt;mrs chong was like saying RELAXXX. EVERYTHNG WILL BE OOOK&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be her job to do the thing why push it to me.&lt;br /&gt;and of all people....&lt;br /&gt;why oh why am i with hui hua.&lt;br /&gt;she'll most probably go AARROOOOOOOOON...&lt;br /&gt;BRRR&lt;br /&gt;shiver down your spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh.&lt;br /&gt;this sat's the first church lesson!&lt;br /&gt;like my sec 1 class.&lt;br /&gt;though they're damn choatic and eunice says she'll quit within the month&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;they still are great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright&lt;br /&gt;hustle peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its been awhile since this feeling came again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113860923404163669?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113860923404163669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113860923404163669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113860923404163669' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113855855933589119</id><published>2006-01-29T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T10:15:59.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okokok&lt;br /&gt;cny cny cny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's mass was damn funny&lt;br /&gt;there was this guy in the choir who was like really beyond description.&lt;br /&gt;he was obviously really enthu about singing, which is good lah.. cos he's serving god and all.&lt;br /&gt;but ahhh&lt;br /&gt;he was like BOBBING his body up and down..&lt;br /&gt;my dad says his mouth was open BIG BIG til mosquito can fly in.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a sight to behold. not really sickening to me. but my sis feigned puking.&lt;br /&gt;gosh&lt;br /&gt;but no matter.&lt;br /&gt;i like enthu people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to heartland pizza hut next..&lt;br /&gt;lurvee the pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;went to my dad's parents' house next.&lt;br /&gt;was like super boring..&lt;br /&gt;ended up slpping on the coach for like 1 hour?&lt;br /&gt;goodness knows wad happened when i was out cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my mother's parents next next&lt;br /&gt;still dead boring&lt;br /&gt;slept for another hour.&lt;br /&gt;wahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food and all was niceee&lt;br /&gt;but this year wasn't exactly wad you'd call fun....&lt;br /&gt;everyone was like either plaing cards or staring into the telly&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valerie made an extraordinary comeback in her SQ uni.&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;think it does pays to be an air stewardess uhhuh&lt;br /&gt;but doubt it'll be a long-term career..&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am&lt;br /&gt;thinking again.&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;this time its about someone.&lt;br /&gt;and there're questions i can't even ask&lt;br /&gt;zz. ok that sounds corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still can't believe zhou lao shi gave me ang pow.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha&lt;br /&gt;i'm a GOOD student.&lt;br /&gt;can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113855855933589119?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113855855933589119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113855855933589119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113855855933589119' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113838275405486615</id><published>2006-01-27T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:49:09.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae's saturday.&lt;br /&gt;blogger's still mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. 1.30 am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dislike it when i'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinking.&lt;br /&gt;sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chop chop.&lt;br /&gt;don't think i deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113838275405486615?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113838275405486615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113838275405486615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113838275405486615' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113834503773887343</id><published>2006-01-26T22:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T01:30:14.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's fridae. dunno what's wrong with blogger.&lt;br /&gt;ahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; life is as  ironic as ever.&lt;br /&gt;you seem to forget everything you want to forget after months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just in a split second, everything seems to fall back into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some memories are just really not meant to be sent into that abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there'll always be someone who just walks past your life and that person's face will unconciously remind you&lt;br /&gt;of those memories you loathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, you are attracted to that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;thats like so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt really slept last night..zzz...&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole time thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really hate it when those memories start flashing back.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow,&lt;br /&gt;that person.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't recall. seemingly met before.&lt;br /&gt;just can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;aiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its pretty stupid.&lt;br /&gt;seeing how everyone rushing into such relationships without even thinking for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;ahh. what am i talking.&lt;br /&gt;dont suppose there are anymore people who are really sincere.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's wearing a mask.&lt;br /&gt;no more of guys doing really stupid things for gals&lt;br /&gt;no more of gals crying for guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's really so dead now.&lt;br /&gt;its almost like a transitional world where love doubtfully exists any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really hate it when people cry over the phone. escp when to me.&lt;br /&gt;argggh&lt;br /&gt;had to face 2 of those todaeee?!&lt;br /&gt;sighsss&lt;br /&gt;all these crushes and rubbish..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its worth wondering whether there are anymore gentlemen left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top it off&lt;br /&gt;that %^&amp;%$^%$**% coach called to say my div was SUPPOSED to be there for training.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh&lt;br /&gt;who cares&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna quit soon.&lt;br /&gt;everydae must run run, swim swim, kayak kayak. zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna start my debate sessions! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really can't seem to recall where you are from.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why can't i remember?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113834503773887343?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113834503773887343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113834503773887343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113834503773887343' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113834503652526114</id><published>2006-01-26T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:57:16.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>find life quite ironic.&lt;br /&gt;you seem to forget everything you want to forget after months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just in a split second, everything seems to fall back into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some memories are just really not meant to be sent into the abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there'll always be someone who just walks past your life and that person's face will unconciously remind you&lt;br /&gt;of those memories you loathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, you are attracted to that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;guess thats wad they call psychological irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt really slept last night..zzz...&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole time thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really hate it when those memories start flashing back.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow,&lt;br /&gt;that person.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't recall. seemingly met before.&lt;br /&gt;just can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;aiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top it off&lt;br /&gt;that %^&amp;%$^%$**% coach  called to say my div was SUPPOSED to be there for training.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh&lt;br /&gt;who cares&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna quit soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna start my debate! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113834503652526114?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113834503652526114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113834503652526114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113834503652526114' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113827441249676323</id><published>2006-01-26T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T03:20:12.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still think i have maths hw&lt;br /&gt;i still think i have geog hw&lt;br /&gt;i still think i have econs hw&lt;br /&gt;i still think i have lit hw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of all things, i KNOW i have old man soh's work.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;i mean  gp is impt to moi cos i need to get into law or ps..&lt;br /&gt;but with THAT kinda teacher,&lt;br /&gt;can go jump offda building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall compose a poem for mr soh.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______mister soh ah mister soh&lt;br /&gt;___with hair so white and grey&lt;br /&gt;________why oh why must you teach&lt;br /&gt;__a subject which you cannot teach&lt;br /&gt;_____sometimes it makes me think&lt;br /&gt;__why oh why you came to teach&lt;br /&gt;_____oh was it to teach&lt;br /&gt;___the young and brillant kids&lt;br /&gt;____about the wonders of having ***&lt;br /&gt;___and please oh please&lt;br /&gt;_____doooooo nooooot ruin our gppppppp class&lt;br /&gt;____can you hear me can you hear&lt;br /&gt;_______oh that i seriously doubt&lt;br /&gt;__for you cant even hear me shouting MR SOH&lt;br /&gt;_________TELL you now ah tell you now&lt;br /&gt;___let me warn you before i&lt;br /&gt;___turn nasty and rash&lt;br /&gt;_______you better not ruin&lt;br /&gt;___our gp class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots&lt;br /&gt;i'll be aaronsphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now.&lt;br /&gt;i have a splitting headahe&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;i cant get her outta my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;it kinda rhymes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113827441249676323?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113827441249676323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113827441249676323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113827441249676323' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113801715476999483</id><published>2006-01-23T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T03:52:34.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i freaking lost my phone lah %(%%%%^(^&amp;*^)*)&amp;amp;*&amp;)&lt;br /&gt;dammit&lt;br /&gt;now i feel so detached.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;this goes to show how much a phone is part of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today?&lt;br /&gt;MR SOH SUCKS LAAA&lt;br /&gt;blind old man siaaa&lt;br /&gt;was like meddling with my stuff in front of me and there he goes..&lt;br /&gt;THAT BOY THAT! YES YOU! TALKING RIGHT! GET OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^%&amp;^%$$^%$&amp;amp;%$^%$^$%^$%#%$#$$%^%^%%#$%#%$*^%^&amp;$$@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant describe the RAH RAH RAH i felt then&lt;br /&gt;felt like taking the scissors and snipping off his remaining hair which mind you, not much left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd dammit&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt even talking!&lt;br /&gt;blind old man&lt;br /&gt;shittttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time being sent out.&lt;br /&gt;SUCKSSS&lt;br /&gt;rah rah rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summore in front of sheryl~~~~&lt;br /&gt;arghh&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm gonna get back at him&lt;br /&gt;dunno why i still shouted AFTERNOON MR SOH later on...&lt;br /&gt;must have been poisoned or smth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that..&lt;br /&gt;guess had fun bahx..&lt;br /&gt;beginning to like my class more and more i guess.&lt;br /&gt;cept' that tze wei keeps pestering me..&lt;br /&gt;haiz&lt;br /&gt;she kinda seems lonely though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;wahlao.&lt;br /&gt;ive got a headache now.&lt;br /&gt;top it off my mom said she cant find my phone!!!&lt;br /&gt;arrgghhh&lt;br /&gt;HOW I KNOW THE TAXI NUMBERRRRR???&lt;br /&gt;shuckkss&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;i dun recall taking out my phone wadddddd&lt;br /&gt;maybe after dropping off sybil...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh...more headache..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;i still THINK i have maths hw&lt;br /&gt;i still ASSUME i have geoghw&lt;br /&gt;i still PRESUME i have lit hw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i KNOW i have gp and econs hw..&lt;br /&gt;darn&lt;br /&gt;CANT PLAY DOTA TODAY&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;life's horrid at some point in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still wonding why sjc switches on their lights in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;gonna try to sneak in with gwee later and find out.&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;their sch song's stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;simple in virtue, steadfast in duty...blah blah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot le..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah.hhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;what i really took back frm today was a splitting headache.&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;and our sch toilet sucks.&lt;br /&gt;the male toilet is like directly besides the female one?!&lt;br /&gt;kaoooooo&lt;br /&gt;moreover people can peep in quite easily from the staris lo..&lt;br /&gt;and the staff there are gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like errr, doing my business in the toilet when suddenly got this deeeeeeeep deeep and hairy voice came outta nowhere?&lt;br /&gt;OEI HANDSOME. FASTER LEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned out to be some old man again.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;was like damn shocked man.&lt;br /&gt;quickly washed hands and rushed outta toilethow the sch employ their staff ....&lt;br /&gt;god knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;work's starting to get on me again.&lt;br /&gt;time to pick up the tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;perhaps i didn't make it clear enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you cannot see that silent smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113801715476999483?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113801715476999483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113801715476999483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113801715476999483' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113794460747576295</id><published>2006-01-22T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T07:43:27.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is boooooooringgggg LAH&lt;br /&gt;its like back to same old routine schooling days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mondae-fridae= TIRED TIRED TIRED&lt;br /&gt;saturdae= sleep+church&lt;br /&gt;sunday=sleep slack eat and study abit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawdddd.&lt;br /&gt;life seriously doesnt get much better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sundae todaeeeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;hmm...met up with gwee and james to go to see jasmine's new house.&lt;br /&gt;interesting.&lt;br /&gt;her room has 5 windows.&lt;br /&gt;who knows why she needs her room to be so air-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to play dota again.&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;like AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's saying playing the stupid game has no life.&lt;br /&gt;but i beggggggggggggg to differ !!!&lt;br /&gt;lol...sound so cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really lor... its like a strategy game which really puts you on your feet!&lt;br /&gt;must think think think.&lt;br /&gt;the next thing you know you'll be smiling to yourself!&lt;br /&gt;wow..that game really gives you the true sense of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;which explains why i've been playing it for like 2 years now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh. die.&lt;br /&gt;dunno how am i gonna go sch tml&lt;br /&gt;mr chris is gonna say AARON! WHERE WERE YOU ON FRIDAEE.&lt;br /&gt;shitz&lt;br /&gt;i'm so like gonna say SORRY SIR.. IT WAS MY FIRST TIME SKIPPING CLASS. CAN FORGIVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of fridae uhhuh.&lt;br /&gt;just freakin wasted moi $$$ on that stoopid movieeee..&lt;br /&gt;was like sooo boring~~&lt;br /&gt;starting of the show already some guy screwing another girl.&lt;br /&gt;and its PG.&lt;br /&gt;goooosh&lt;br /&gt;should be NC16 loo&lt;br /&gt;really drafty about how these censorship people work..&lt;br /&gt;ooh, and choh cant play that bish bash for nuts&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think my luck is gooing on a downhill run uhhuh..&lt;br /&gt;was talking on the phone with sherrie when i accidentally hit the glass on the table?!&lt;br /&gt;okkk....maybe my hand was like swinging...&lt;br /&gt;but wahlao...how can swing until can hit the glass?!&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous~&lt;br /&gt;maybe the wind generated by my hand caused the damn glass to fly uhhuh&lt;br /&gt;lady luck's deserting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shitz la&lt;br /&gt;i THINK i havev maths hw&lt;br /&gt;i PRESUME i have geog hw&lt;br /&gt;i ASSUME i have gp hw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i KNOW i have to pass up this *&amp;^%$%#&amp;amp;&amp;^ form&lt;br /&gt;but i dun have my freakin passport size photo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;%^%&amp;^%*&lt;br /&gt;why would anyone want a PASSPORT SIZE photo for??!?!&lt;br /&gt;cant they just meet the person?!&lt;br /&gt;why go looking for more trouble taking a PASSPORT SIZE PHOTO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee. dunno why i feel like complaining so much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh. my  church class is fun!&lt;br /&gt;all sec 1 kids&lt;br /&gt;the boys are naughty&lt;br /&gt;the gals are shy&lt;br /&gt;mix them together and you'll get utter chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. got this cute girl who has the same name as moi sis~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr..&lt;br /&gt;first time blogging so long.&lt;br /&gt;must've given my fingers a real workout...&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;school's gonna start in a few hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hustle people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;em&gt;stop calling me lah!!! wad you want is with jessicaaaaaaaaaaa. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113794460747576295?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113794460747576295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113794460747576295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113794460747576295' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113715359002410493</id><published>2006-01-13T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T03:59:50.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todaeeeeeee had lotsta stomach cramps for no good %%&amp;% reason&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;feel like a rotten egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lectures todae were as boring as ever.&lt;br /&gt;ended up playing hangman and cards during chinese. -_-&lt;br /&gt;oh no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and siannn...starting next week we'll haveta gather in our home groups le.&lt;br /&gt;wah lao..^%^&amp;%$$%$&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose gathering in our og is much more funnnn.&lt;br /&gt;plus, only know melvin frm my hg?&lt;br /&gt;zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;screw the teachers upside down la.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back with qianyi after we got tired of waiting for adriel and the rest..&lt;br /&gt;yeeeeah. talked lotsta crap.&lt;br /&gt;some poeple are either really loaded or they are just plain fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;%%%%^%%^%*. qianyi keeps changing her bag everydae?!&lt;br /&gt;princess mannnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to compass. met beatrice. which was quite shocking. brrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later went for training lah. which was quite funneh..&lt;br /&gt;AaRoN: eh coach! are we swimming todae?&lt;br /&gt;Coach: asking me the obvious right&lt;br /&gt;AarOn: wah lao...can exclude the swimming part? the sea looks damn diry&lt;br /&gt;Coach: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he said smth which was damn funny. but i forgot le..&lt;br /&gt;haahha!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so qian bian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie okie. i'm dead bushed.&lt;br /&gt;tireeeeed.&lt;br /&gt;and sheryl's going out!&lt;br /&gt;rah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113715359002410493?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113715359002410493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113715359002410493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113715359002410493' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113706634296711645</id><published>2006-01-12T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T03:45:42.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beats me why everyday i'll reach home totally exhuasted.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped most of the lessons todaee, yes. which is like madness uhhuh&lt;br /&gt;yi song was like ' i come to school for the breaks!' haha. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up skipping moi maths and lit lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.the GP, econs and geog content is getting heavier uhhuh&lt;br /&gt;can tell the tests and all wouldn't be such a breeze no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent some time trying to convince herman and jonathan not to defect to the HUAI REN while yi song was like trying to get everyone else to pon. haizz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back with adriel,qianyi and el..&lt;br /&gt;uhhuh. dont ask me about that pink umbrella thing. crappo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to compass and ate with sam and her friend?&lt;br /&gt;uhhuh..met kong there.&lt;br /&gt;rather good to see that &amp;%^&amp;amp;%&amp;$^%$% face of his again...haha..considering its been quite awhile yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeah. eneded up walking to sjc to wait for choc.&lt;br /&gt;but i just had to receive the msg saying that shes at yio chu kang. -______-&lt;br /&gt;but its alright.&lt;br /&gt;i just wasted like 1 hours of body cells? uhhuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was dumb ytd lah&lt;br /&gt;everyone was like not in the mood to run for nuts while coach was like bouncing up and down stating that we'll all go for a GOOD AND LONG RUN.&lt;br /&gt;-_______-&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life can't get much better uhhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz, i'm bushed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113706634296711645?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113706634296711645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113706634296711645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113706634296711645' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-113688053526834036</id><published>2006-01-09T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:08:55.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooots&lt;br /&gt;its been like ages since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;school has been topsy turvy as usual.&lt;br /&gt;but considering you get to play bingo or cards during lectures, it aint that bad uhhuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the maths teacher's horrid lah&lt;br /&gt;claims he just graduate frm NIE, while he looks like 40++++++ ??&lt;br /&gt;retained in NIE or smth uhhuh&lt;br /&gt;spend whole dae trying to teach functions when we already know whats going on...&lt;br /&gt;bish. FAILED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese teacher seems alright.&lt;br /&gt;gave us some stupiak eqn. thing but shes cool&lt;br /&gt;always shout LAO SHI HAO to her and she'll always NI HAO back&lt;br /&gt;lol. ying song will laugh his guts out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP teacher was kinda err..tempremental uhhuh&lt;br /&gt;seemingly new blood and wouldn't last a sec when the whole class riots&lt;br /&gt;hope she's able to keep her hair on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit was booring lah. ^%&amp;^%&amp;amp;%^$&lt;br /&gt;the teacher was like forcing students to come out to give answers. machiam threatening them with a knife at their throats.&lt;br /&gt;ying song and i ended up playing hangman.&lt;br /&gt;dotsy&lt;br /&gt;shes nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oOOO. econs rocks&lt;br /&gt;the teacher's damn funneh&lt;br /&gt;or rather us uhhuh.&lt;br /&gt;keep making fun outta lesson, which is kinda rude..&lt;br /&gt;lol.but who cares anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;live, let and learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-113688053526834036?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113688053526834036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/113688053526834036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113688053526834036' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-112954479617915823</id><published>2005-10-17T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T03:26:36.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>played dota today!&lt;br /&gt;not the wisest choice now but still&lt;br /&gt;it was upheaving!!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol..shouting once in a while does calm your nerves from what's about to happen in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my computer's making this weird static noise..&lt;br /&gt;err..&lt;br /&gt;like it'll kaput right in front of my face.&lt;br /&gt;brr..&lt;br /&gt;stoopid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go to vj's open hse with liu bo and gene..&lt;br /&gt;but noOoo.. something hadda come up.&lt;br /&gt;oooh well. haaaaaaaard luckie then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. really hope they'll tell us our Os oral marks..&lt;br /&gt;dun really appreciate the suspense thay they always give us.&lt;br /&gt;blardi exam board synicate whatever nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..next next week's already my sec 3 cat class's confirmation!&lt;br /&gt;man..all these are happening waeee to fast. . . .&lt;br /&gt;yup... really missed mine last year.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i was like the first to be called out?! lol.&lt;br /&gt;hadda supress all the AARON YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO? nonsense from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;but nutshell-y, yup... kinda missed everyone then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go have a crack at my maths already..&lt;br /&gt;been putting it off for god-knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;somehow for some ailenic reason, there's this dreaded feeling of exhuastion which always seem to be lingering in my room...&lt;br /&gt;eurgh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIR CONDITIONER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. toodles everyone` and i hope &lt;em&gt;you're &lt;/em&gt;doing well. which yet again is a absurb thing to say cos you're already flying high aren't you.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-112954479617915823?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112954479617915823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112954479617915823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112954479617915823' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-112930004323426988</id><published>2005-10-14T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:27:23.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRAM JAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING BORING BORING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's so boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was leaver's ceremony!!!&lt;br /&gt;woohoooo&lt;br /&gt;dun wish to talk about it cos raking about it makes me kinda sad and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cept that there was this guy behind me who kept PICKING his nose and god knows where he flicks the err...shit? haha!&lt;br /&gt;disgustinnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myyyyyyyyyyyyyy life is brillant..&lt;br /&gt;myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy life is pure...&lt;br /&gt;i sawwwwwwwwwwwwwwww an angel!&lt;br /&gt;of that i'm SURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its YOU YOU you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeL&lt;br /&gt;rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read between the lines la huh.&lt;br /&gt;those of yall taking lit~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie okie.&lt;br /&gt;my face's oily&lt;br /&gt;my nose's itchy&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;i needa study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;message me YOU. supposed to tell me about it&lt;br /&gt;but noOOoooOoooOooo&lt;br /&gt;you just hadda choose not to~!&lt;br /&gt;kaaaaaaaaaa bish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh... i'm crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-112930004323426988?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112930004323426988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112930004323426988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112930004323426988' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-112919581368859860</id><published>2005-10-13T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T02:30:13.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gawd dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just by the way you RETORT.&lt;br /&gt;you can just see how much you've grown.&lt;br /&gt;literally.&lt;br /&gt;still the same old stubborn person who is still trapped in her world of her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up lah please.&lt;br /&gt;we're talking about yOu. not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shakes head. like i even bother to be bothered about you when i can spend the time typing to do my chem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOHOOO. FOUND MY CHEM TB.&lt;br /&gt;loooooooooooove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shakes more head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll either end up ignoring what people say or just retort more.&lt;br /&gt;it makes people wonder whether you've even grown this one year..&lt;br /&gt;or just happily spend it waddling in your own world.&lt;br /&gt;which seems to be the case. sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;prove me wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-112919581368859860?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112919581368859860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112919581368859860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112919581368859860' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-112911637269014094</id><published>2005-10-12T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T04:26:12.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;spent most of today STONING AT toa payoh library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;stoning i say again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;or rather laughing with delon and kong la huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;all the lame shit'll come out and you'll start questioning yourself whether you're there to mug or let your insides come outsides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;later went to play pool?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;stupid game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;no matter how NICELY gene puts it.. i'll never hell be a gentleman's game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;so so fun about poking sticks into the table??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;deprived game.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;urgh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;went back kovan later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;was like walking down the mrt station deep in thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;when dunno who shouted AARON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ehh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;think i'm becoming blind/...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;who the heck shouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;woooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;hope its my angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;yupp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;met lily back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;wonder what shes doing HERE. so far away from her homee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;hmmm..looking back now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;kinda feel that i took my sec 4 time for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;all the madness that was shared ehh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;mawkish mawkish~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;but still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;time really KABOOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;sometimes some things are better left unchanged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;but i guess the cruelty of time disallows such thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;fantasies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;dunno why these days my face's so damn blardi oily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;eurgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;issit my hair or waddd..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;eurgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i can never do anything with an oily face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;anw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;she still seem herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;kinda expected it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;but still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;glad`.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-112911637269014094?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112911637269014094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112911637269014094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112911637269014094' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-112877794552172399</id><published>2005-10-08T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T06:25:45.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrighty.&lt;br /&gt;lets talk about wedesday training first.&lt;br /&gt;it was mr kan's bdae&lt;br /&gt;so all 3 divisions wanted to surprise him with a cake,etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the initial plan was when both guojian's and my division was out kayaking with him,&lt;br /&gt;wei jie's div would prepare the stuff at shore..&lt;br /&gt;ooh, it was at east coast btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. the plan didn't really quite work out..&lt;br /&gt;considering guojian's div was a lot more slower than mine and it was like going to rain?!&lt;br /&gt;while the 10 plus of us were out at sea,&lt;br /&gt;guojian and ming hao were like shouting at their own people to move quickly?&lt;br /&gt;lol..cos they hidden mr kan's cake in nelly's kayak and she was like paddling frantically but still stuck in the same position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err..yah..&lt;br /&gt;so when guo jian's div caught up with us.. mr kan was like AARON! WHY THE HELL ARE YA'LL STILL HERE?! MOVEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guo jian and i kept eyeing nelly to quickly open e cake but somehow she was like unable to take it out?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...so i had to be blasted with AARON! MOVE! and WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!... until she finally opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. coach was like 0_0?&lt;br /&gt;haha..for once, we managed to see him blush.&lt;br /&gt;he said he was touched! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;sang him e bdae song in the middle of the ocean.. which was quite amusing.. seeing e ships on the horizon and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to type the rest.&lt;br /&gt;except all the gals went mad and started swimming for some weird reason..&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lily was commenting something about him though...can't rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooh well.&lt;br /&gt;around 3 more weeks to Os.&lt;br /&gt;ci hui's almost hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. keep telling me that she's going MI or wadever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gwee was quite funny.. kept saying that 3 weeks is a lot of time..&lt;br /&gt;lol.. procrastinator..&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's quite dead now.&lt;br /&gt;i needa go debate..&lt;br /&gt;miss the those comp days..&lt;br /&gt;haha... all those I CAN'T DEBATE WITH GALS from chee choong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;can i go back to january?&lt;br /&gt;life seems so much simpler when you're just adding 2y+3x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes so fast..&lt;br /&gt;aren't we taking it for granted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some poeple never change.&lt;br /&gt;are you so hard in the head?&lt;br /&gt;known you since sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;and you haven't change a single bit from what i know.&lt;br /&gt;i hope what i know is inaccurate at most&lt;br /&gt;because if you hadn't change,&lt;br /&gt;i can say no more about you..&lt;br /&gt;ignore me for all you want, but deep down i really like to see a new you..&lt;br /&gt;knowing you, you'll just shrug me off and retort.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;so be it then.&lt;br /&gt;stubborn girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, no matter what they say about you.&lt;br /&gt;i still hope you're fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-112877794552172399?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112877794552172399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112877794552172399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2005_10_02_archive.html#112877794552172399' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-112859841345980756</id><published>2005-10-06T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T04:33:33.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a while since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;as so rightly pointed out by miss sin,yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...tml's the final and last day we'll all spend in mshs.&lt;br /&gt;can't help but have this streak of irony in this case..&lt;br /&gt;everyone were like all saying that leaving maris stella would be such a bliss&lt;br /&gt;and now..&lt;br /&gt;i suppose not wanting to leave this school where we've 4 years worth of memories, does come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss koh and mrs loh were kinda wearing crestfallen looks&lt;br /&gt;and mr lao..haha... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only teacher would seemingly want to leave us as soon as possible was pan xU.&lt;br /&gt;yess..&lt;br /&gt;after a going through his blardy GONG HAN and SI HAN..&lt;br /&gt;he spent the last 15min staring daggers at us&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;vincent was like so pissed off by him and openly read his newspaper under his nose.&lt;br /&gt;shakes head. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeah.&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll sort of miss studying here.&lt;br /&gt;suddenlydawn unto me that the fact that we're leaving the school so quickly is kinda hard to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll all be shoutin the school song tml.&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pinnacle of our secondary education!&lt;br /&gt;we have all reached it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;no qualms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw,&lt;br /&gt;catch me dec3 at science center!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wohooooooooooohooo..&lt;br /&gt;think i'll malu myself instead...&lt;br /&gt;burp..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-112859841345980756?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112859841345980756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112859841345980756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2005_10_02_archive.html#112859841345980756' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-112799457362134397</id><published>2005-09-29T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T04:49:33.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh boyy..&lt;br /&gt;one more week le~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so saddd.&lt;br /&gt;miss lee was like =((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;life's hectic as usual.&lt;br /&gt;tons of work to do but i'm just letting them pile up.&lt;br /&gt;sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno what to write!&lt;br /&gt;torn it.&lt;br /&gt;LIFE'S HECTIC AND WORRISOME LAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;eurghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now like even cjc not even secured?&lt;br /&gt;BYE vj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;played bad. like mad&lt;br /&gt;gene and i were like panting like mad when we finished.. gawd.&lt;br /&gt;fun still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;i managed to suan the lab uncle today!&lt;br /&gt;irritating guy..&lt;br /&gt;i mean he like know NUTS about chem..&lt;br /&gt;and he's like bossing me, gene and vince ever since sec 3??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he'll like go OEI! USE YOUR TONGS LA!&lt;br /&gt;its like so obvious?!&lt;br /&gt;who the hell heat a test tube without a tong!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vince was like i'll go heat some sodium sulphate under his nose..&lt;br /&gt;ahaha..the pungent smell~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering its e last lesson today...&lt;br /&gt;i decided to venture furthur in my quest for chem knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixed everything together&lt;br /&gt;and HEAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whooohoo.&lt;br /&gt;think it was NAOH,HNO3,HCL,CaOH, NH4 and i think some orange potassium dichromate..&lt;br /&gt;yarr..&lt;br /&gt;just throw em all into one boilng tube and HEAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol~&lt;br /&gt;the uncle was like WHATS THAT SMELL?!&lt;br /&gt;haha..cheng jiat was saying it smelled like urine?!&lt;br /&gt;lol...must be some chlorine or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh..in e end he scolded me for wasting e lab's chemicals.&lt;br /&gt;so being me.&lt;br /&gt;i retorted saying that its cheap.&lt;br /&gt;err... we argued abit... while i was still heating the MIXED chemical tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly while he was like YOU BETTER NOT WASTE ANYMORE.....&lt;br /&gt;the whole tube exploded!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;the uncle was like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;haha... and yes. i think some of the chemical splashed unto him.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;oooh well.&lt;br /&gt;thank gawd ms chua was like looking away..&lt;br /&gt;anw, i swear i saw a porn mag under his table..&lt;br /&gt;brrr..&lt;br /&gt;no matter.&lt;br /&gt;i still shook hands with him for e last time.&lt;br /&gt;hope the chemical would act as a beauty cream for him. his skin ahhh..&lt;br /&gt;baberqued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to eat later.. blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to meet jasmine, james and clar at heartland.&lt;br /&gt;but smth came up with gwee and ended up going home.&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING ENTRY&lt;br /&gt; SEE!&lt;br /&gt;LIFE'S SO BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH NO!&lt;br /&gt;JUST REMEMBERED I HAFTA CALL E SCI CENTER!&lt;br /&gt;SHUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't think she knows... hmm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-112799457362134397?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112799457362134397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112799457362134397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2005_09_25_archive.html#112799457362134397' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-112773467876006545</id><published>2005-09-26T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T04:37:59.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh blast it.&lt;br /&gt;im dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jsut because i made that bet that if i don't get a1 for my combined humanities i'll have to do some stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;GOOD THING IS THAT I GOT A1 FOR IT! WHOOHOO&lt;br /&gt;when mr goy came in and passed the list to us.. and i saw the "1" on my name~~~&lt;br /&gt;wohoooo..&lt;br /&gt;could have kissed eugene.&lt;br /&gt;but err...yes. he was like staring me down cos he still failed.&lt;br /&gt;which i feel its darn unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;so let me see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i owe gwee TWO milkshakes now.&lt;br /&gt;owe james a meal.&lt;br /&gt;owe jasmine some weird looking stuff toy.&lt;br /&gt;owe eugene a ice cream&lt;br /&gt;owe clar SOMETHING, but i forgot.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;owe ci hui flowers?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aurgh. broke ol' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways, still quite happy... cos my L1R5 wasn't that bad anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;something happened funny today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was boiling my HCL today at chem lab while doing prac.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to find some stupid regeant in the damn acid but i couldn't find it????&lt;br /&gt;so being the usual me....&lt;br /&gt;with one hand holding the tongs attached to the tube of acid over the HOT FIRE,&lt;br /&gt;and another hand on my chin..&lt;br /&gt;i started to STONE.&lt;br /&gt;yes...&lt;br /&gt;stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yess...while i was happily daydreaming...&lt;br /&gt;my pocket vibrated!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;the scene that followed still shook my friends with laughter..&lt;br /&gt;okk....try to imagine all these within a split sec.&lt;br /&gt;i burned my finger... yesss.. not really pain.&lt;br /&gt;all the HCL flew onto my shirt. yess.&lt;br /&gt;the test tube narrowly missed my pants. yess.&lt;br /&gt;and of course i shouted ' SHIT'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which of course made my teacher go WHAT ARE YOU DOING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..but no matter....&lt;br /&gt;was very x))))))))))))))))))) to receive her msg..&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't read this blog anw. thx`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NO, miss sin,&lt;br /&gt;i am nottttttttttt in love orr anything AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah.&lt;br /&gt;its complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;like life isn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-112773467876006545?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112773467876006545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112773467876006545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2005_09_25_archive.html#112773467876006545' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-112764929234024634</id><published>2005-09-25T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T04:54:52.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae?&lt;br /&gt;same old thinggy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to church for salt.&lt;br /&gt;but turned out uncle b said there was none. lol&lt;br /&gt;wad a waste of time..&lt;br /&gt;at least chatted with rafael like nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooooooooooooh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing  much these days&lt;br /&gt;training has been poosh.&lt;br /&gt;so i dun really care.&lt;br /&gt;moi division coming apart? everyone seems to be staring daggers at each other now..&lt;br /&gt;oh man....&lt;br /&gt;coach's like asking me why's this happening&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;all i did was say ' wow! did you see that snake?'&lt;br /&gt;haha....evasive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man...seems like the whole world's holding a grudge agnst me..&lt;br /&gt;my pao pao cha i just bought! eurghhh...that lady didn't mix the drink properly?!&lt;br /&gt;eurghhh&lt;br /&gt;sludge. thats wad's going down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone seems so pissed with me.&lt;br /&gt;eurgh&lt;br /&gt;eurgh&lt;br /&gt;eurgh&lt;br /&gt;even her.&lt;br /&gt;torn darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that pao pao cha's upsetting moi stomach..&lt;br /&gt;oww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5weeks to Os.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;this is like some terrible nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headache headache headache..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-112764929234024634?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112764929234024634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112764929234024634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2005_09_25_archive.html#112764929234024634' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-112739264290562090</id><published>2005-09-22T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T05:37:22.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKS.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's commeting on my hair nowwww..&lt;br /&gt;gwee kept giggling.&lt;br /&gt;torn it,&lt;br /&gt;i know i look retarded...&lt;br /&gt;but not like i want to right!&lt;br /&gt;darnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for jasper's funeral todaee..&lt;br /&gt;was kinda upsetting la..&lt;br /&gt;seeing his body so still..&lt;br /&gt;when he was so full of life that teacher's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;oh welllllllllllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's life?&lt;br /&gt;is it my sister singing some avril song right NOW...&lt;br /&gt;which is reeeeeeeeeeally irking..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;not that the song sucks..&lt;br /&gt;but err..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headache headache.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why i care about people who don't care about anything.&lt;br /&gt;guess that's love huh.&lt;br /&gt;or whatever you choose to label it anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty.&lt;br /&gt;feel so dang sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was because i got LOST in ang mo kio&lt;br /&gt;thanks to brandon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok...look at this conversation to see whos guilty ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mE: eh, that busstop has bus 136 right..?&lt;br /&gt;bran: yah yah yah...&lt;br /&gt;me: YOU SURE?!&lt;br /&gt;bran: yah yah yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-walk walk walk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ehh...there don't seem to have leh...&lt;br /&gt;bran: got lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-walk walk walk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bran: haha.. sorry..there don't seem to be any.&lt;br /&gt;mE: HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-walk walk walk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mE: (looknig at the busstop thingy post thingy) wah! DON'T HAVE!&lt;br /&gt;bran: haha&lt;br /&gt;mE: oei ! you said have !&lt;br /&gt;bran: did i???&lt;br /&gt;mE: YESSS... you said YAH YAH YAH!&lt;br /&gt;bran: that was because you didn't ask me IS THAT YOUR FINAL ANS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..for the next 5 min or so i seem to have been stunned i think. cos i can't rmb anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mE: ook...so how the heck do i get back?&lt;br /&gt;bran: haha...walk back ALL the wae to ang mo kio's central lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oook.&lt;br /&gt;considering i like hiking... it wasn't that bad huh.&lt;br /&gt;but hell...&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE WAE BACKKKKK...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;ok fine.&lt;br /&gt;next time anybody assures me about something..&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna ask  him/her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is that your final ans?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha..then you'll have nothing to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for her to reply.&lt;br /&gt;oh well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-112739264290562090?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112739264290562090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112739264290562090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112739264290562090' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-112729585187492672</id><published>2005-09-21T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T04:59:10.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially an yjc-ian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humanities overall an b3 ?!????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;oh may tooting gawd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need 11 more marks to get an a1.&lt;br /&gt;they had better moderate til THAT.&lt;br /&gt;or sOmebOdy's gonna get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R5 is complete dead lah.&lt;br /&gt;humanities a b3..&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;thats like the end of the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH!&lt;br /&gt;BUT MY FUNCTIONAL WRITING GOT 22 OUTTA 30 !!!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOHOOOO&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MS KOH !!&lt;br /&gt;i would kiss you but that's not very right.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;woah man!&lt;br /&gt;which means my english would be a b3!&lt;br /&gt;plus moderation ..hopefully a1 huh.&lt;br /&gt;smilesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel damn bad for eugene.&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't had gotten that bad for his humanities.&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to heartland with ivan.&lt;br /&gt;yes IVAN.&lt;br /&gt;sort of an annoying junior but still...&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;met jingwen there.. yupp&lt;br /&gt;kept talking about kong. lol.&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes rui jia ..if you're reading this.. she still asks about you oook..lol!&lt;br /&gt;and she still rmbs where ya'll first argued over that TRVIAL thing! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well&lt;br /&gt;life's really boring.&lt;br /&gt;some spicing up is much sought after please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously require a caller ID.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's like calling me and i have no idea who's calling?!&lt;br /&gt;eurghh.&lt;br /&gt;cld ya'll message FIRST then call? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demanding demanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasper has left us yesterday evening.&lt;br /&gt;suffered from cancer and have been sturggling with it for about a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knew him ever since he was sec 1? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;was an outstanding scout and councillor.&lt;br /&gt;yess..&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really good at this mawkish sad sad stuff..&lt;br /&gt;cos i always thought that we shouldn't be brooding over someone's death..&lt;br /&gt;but instead we should be celebrating his/her life instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt that from LOVE ACTUALLY!&lt;br /&gt;gooooo watch it. smirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. to jasper tan, cheers to you!&lt;br /&gt;i'll raise a glass to you but i can't find any in my reach.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-112729585187492672?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112729585187492672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112729585187492672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112729585187492672' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-112720607539173639</id><published>2005-09-20T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T01:47:55.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NO.&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CHINESE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ONLY AN A2 ?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW YOU CHINESE DEPT. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my compo i wrote 4 pieces of paper!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;used all the chim chim stuff and all which i spent days cramming in my head!&lt;br /&gt;actually its 4 and  A HALF.&lt;br /&gt;SO THAT MAKES 5 PIECES OF PAPER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and all i got was 39 out of 50 ?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn.&lt;br /&gt;lol...considering i got highest in level for compo isn't really so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but only an a2 overall?!&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;my letter writing i must've lost my cool and screwed up the format...&lt;br /&gt;got 14 outta 20 when i should had gotten 17.&lt;br /&gt;grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..,.cauculated my L1R5...&lt;br /&gt;i can go to SRJC !!!&lt;br /&gt;wooohooo...&lt;br /&gt;super near my hse.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vjc-ian hopeful ends up in SERANGOON jc..&lt;br /&gt;i should go kill myself aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh welllllllll&lt;br /&gt;tml getting geog back!&lt;br /&gt;this time it better be a one...&lt;br /&gt;or next year you'll see me in a WHITE UNIFORM.&lt;br /&gt;nurse ol' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;went to eat with the rest at seragoon mac AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;lol.. played zhong(1) ji(4) mi(4) ma(2)...&lt;br /&gt;kept sabo-ing zi ming..hahha..&lt;br /&gt;hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later hadda wait at the heartland busstop for like dunno how long?!&lt;br /&gt;eurgh...&lt;br /&gt;even the buses have a grudge aganist me...&lt;br /&gt;O Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend msot of the time trying to get ci hui to stop crying again...&lt;br /&gt;seems her bf really want a breakup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i should go work as a marraige counsellor in the future you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH.&lt;br /&gt;im better off as a nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smirks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ciao`&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-112720607539173639?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112720607539173639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112720607539173639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112720607539173639' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849553.post-112711932100944042</id><published>2005-09-19T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T01:42:01.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrighty.&lt;br /&gt;my first 3 months are like totally screwed?&lt;br /&gt;like as in TOTALLY?&lt;br /&gt;maths was worse than my WORST case scenario? lol.&lt;br /&gt;oh mannnnnnnnnn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science was so so.&lt;br /&gt;phys  was OK..&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW!&lt;br /&gt;i lost to EUGENE in english!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;english&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;i'm a disgrace to SDA&lt;br /&gt;how can a debater lose to a band member?!???????????????/&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;ok lah..there's still functional writing. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like NO MORE&lt;strong&gt;  vjc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what course should i take in poly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nursing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyone agree?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yessssssssssssssssss...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll be a world class nurse man...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;providing &lt;em&gt;top grade&lt;/em&gt; medical care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man.... me?! a nurse...&lt;br /&gt;how the hell do you picture me wearing that white nonsense?!&lt;br /&gt;think i'll end up injecting the wrong needle for the wrong patient.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's no moderation.. i can go say hi to the nurses at sgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK. I'LL MAKE A DEAL!&lt;br /&gt;IF I CAN GET INTO A JC....&lt;br /&gt;I'LL WON'T PLAY DOTA FOR A WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;I'LL NEVER GET ANGRY WITH ANYONE AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;I'LL GO CONFESS TO HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. that's kinda retarded. considering there will be moderation..&lt;br /&gt;it only depends on how much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my geog and chinese paper BACK.&lt;br /&gt;as in now?&lt;br /&gt;the only a1 i can get now is chinese and humanities.&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see LAH!~&lt;br /&gt;should had remained in sec3.&lt;br /&gt;everyday can PLAY.&lt;br /&gt;now must worry worry worry~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only left 6 weeks to the %^%&amp;^%^*&amp;amp;^*(%^$%#$ thing.&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks and we're officially out of mshs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. why am i complaining.&lt;br /&gt;oh welllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr koh caught me today!&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;he said i got guts coming back to school with such punk hair.&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;punk meh?!&lt;br /&gt;ok eh.. maybe a little.&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;there'll never be laxity in school with such attitude of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY...&lt;br /&gt;my first national debate comp is coming up..&lt;br /&gt;think i'll screw it up.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's all about screws and nuts.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6849553-112711932100944042?l=ominousheavens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112711932100944042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849553/posts/default/112711932100944042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousheavens.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112711932100944042' title=''/><author><name>aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13206242821095697499</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></entry></feed>
