<?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-15820226</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:53:50.720+08:00</updated><category term='pics'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='huihui'/><category term='stella'/><category term='moved.'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>wonderful wonderful world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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>241</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15820226.post-5587234083418892768</id><published>2006-10-10T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T16:13:11.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moved.'/><title type='text'>byebye blogspot.</title><content type='html'>byebye blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello &lt;a href="http://nincompoopsie.livejournal.com/"&gt;livejournal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click on livejournal and link me up, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-5587234083418892768?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/5587234083418892768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/5587234083418892768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/10/byebye-blogspot.html' title='byebye blogspot.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-582320317169875893</id><published>2006-10-08T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T10:25:45.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='huihui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stella'/><title type='text'>huihui+stella birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>a wonderful morning + afternoon spent with my happy people yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a pre-birthday celebration for huihui. but since stella's having her birthday soon, we might as well do the double celebration thang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1474/1931/1600/PA070110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1474/1931/320/PA070110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i brought them to simply bread and island creamery. damn i miss the place. more of like, i miss hanging out at that area. booboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1474/1931/1600/PA070113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1474/1931/320/PA070113.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha the next time u pop by island creamery, maybe you can hunt for this picture and see my new eyebrow. HAAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole topshop mini collection just makes me go "awwww". freaking cute lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1474/1931/1600/Screenshot_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1474/1931/320/Screenshot_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got that for my niece. damn damn. super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't just sit on one side of the sampan. it will topple over sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you need another person on the other side to balance it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not, you sit in the middle. you balance on your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-582320317169875893?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/582320317169875893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/582320317169875893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/10/huihuistella-birthday-celebration.html' title='huihui+stella birthday celebration'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-116018336195518723</id><published>2006-10-07T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T09:09:22.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mooncake fest.</title><content type='html'>i had fun at chinese garden ytd night even though i was lugging a bag that somewhat weighs like a moses lim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, the night was good with cameras, sparklers, lights, mooncakes and good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the haze mamafucking horrible lah. blurs my vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i like the smell of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to smell, other than the haze, december in the air. *winks winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months of holidays are coming to an end. it's freaking october alr. school's starting in less than 2 weeks time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, actually i don't feel like going back to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, ah, nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paychecks paychecks, when are you guys coming into mummy's bank account???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-116018336195518723?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/116018336195518723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/116018336195518723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/10/mooncake-fest.html' title='mooncake fest.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115998267057149123</id><published>2006-10-05T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T01:24:30.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mumsy. please love your kid.</title><content type='html'>this family of 6, inclusive of the maid, came onto the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mum, the dad, the maid, the boys and the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids are young. youngest looks like 2 years old. oldest, perhaps 4? i don't know. but they are really young kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dad was giving his full attention to the oldest boy. &lt;br /&gt;the mum was giving her full attention to the youngest girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second boy? he was with the maid. he looks pretty frowny. i dont know but i think he was feeling pretty left out. to me, it seems like this boy is out of the family portrait. he was on his own, with the maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i teared a little. mad, you will say. but it kind of reminds me of myself back in those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are finally selling holga photobook at kinokuniya. nehnehpok. they make me want my holga even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. in a few more days time, i will have it with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just need to wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face it, it's the season of love and heartbreaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go ahead and love all you want. &lt;br /&gt;but don't forget about the people with broken hearts. they need your love too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115998267057149123?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115998267057149123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115998267057149123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/10/mumsy-please-love-your-kid.html' title='mumsy. please love your kid.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115988638566187613</id><published>2006-10-03T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T22:39:45.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye to qioptics.</title><content type='html'>no more waking up at murderous 6am in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;no more squeezing in the train with smelly uncles who allow their armpits to ventilate while maintaining balance by hooking their hands over the poles.&lt;br /&gt;no more sleeping on the bus to work. &lt;br /&gt;no more fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;no more slacking. &lt;br /&gt;no more listening to uncles bitching.&lt;br /&gt;no more smiling to myself during work. (not lunatic. i always listen to muttons in the morning lah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't you glad for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know about you but i've been thinking about the things you said. they just keeping popping in my mind and never seem to go off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how to go on, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This years love had better last &lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows it's high time &lt;br /&gt;And I've been waiting on my own too long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115988638566187613?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115988638566187613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115988638566187613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/10/byebye-to-qioptics.html' title='byebye to qioptics.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115967686237069031</id><published>2006-10-01T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T12:27:42.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meme.</title><content type='html'>5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1. maltesers.&lt;br /&gt;2. chips. &lt;br /&gt;3. cakes.&lt;br /&gt;4. eclairs.&lt;br /&gt;5. seaweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 songs I know all the words to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Destiny's Child - Emotion&lt;br /&gt;2. Stacie Orrico - Stuck&lt;br /&gt;3. Christina Aguilera - Hurt&lt;br /&gt;4. Gwen Stefani - Cool&lt;br /&gt;5. Earth, Wind &amp; Fire - September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do with 100 million dollars:&lt;br /&gt;1. split up some for mum and dad.&lt;br /&gt;2. donate part of it.&lt;br /&gt;3. get many vintage LV box bags.&lt;br /&gt;4. revamp the whole wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;5. get a house in a quiet estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I would run away to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;3. Melbourne to find all the trinity people.&lt;br /&gt;4. Anyone's house.&lt;br /&gt;5. My house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would never wear:&lt;br /&gt;1. leggings, especially those with tamade lace. fug.&lt;br /&gt;2. hideous socks in heels/pumps. &lt;br /&gt;3. heeled boots. fucking eyesore. that is, if you wear it at the wrong occasion.&lt;br /&gt;4. leopard/jaguar/tiger/and whatever four-legged animal prints. &lt;br /&gt;5. wrong goth trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things that turn me off:&lt;br /&gt;1. people who try way too hard.&lt;br /&gt;2. leggings.&lt;br /&gt;3. people who wear reflective sunglasses indoors. (super sick. i can't see what they are looking.)&lt;br /&gt;4. males whose lives revolve around lust and lust only.&lt;br /&gt;5. empty promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things that turn me on:&lt;br /&gt;1. holga.&lt;br /&gt;2. vintage whatever.&lt;br /&gt;3. scent.&lt;br /&gt;4. manly man. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;5. deep low sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 bad habits that I will regret later on:&lt;br /&gt;1. squeezing pimples/blackheads.&lt;br /&gt;2. eating too much junk food.&lt;br /&gt;3. implusive buys.&lt;br /&gt;4. sleeping with laptop. (cos my mama curses me that i will rest in peace with my laptop soon. damnit.)&lt;br /&gt;5. laughing too much at others' mishaps. (karma karma.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 biggest joys:&lt;br /&gt;1. family.&lt;br /&gt;2. all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;3. music.&lt;br /&gt;4. music making.&lt;br /&gt;5. able to crap a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Famous People I would Love to Date:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jonathon Leong. HAHAHA. don't laugh lah.&lt;br /&gt;2. Michael Buble. (he can serenade me with all his jazz.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Ashton Kutcher. (bimbo fern. share your joy with me.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Joo Ji Hoon. (ah tong, can share this guy with me?)&lt;br /&gt;5. David Tao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people to do this quiz: &lt;br /&gt;i shall not limit to 5. but if you're as bored as me, please go ahead and do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115967686237069031?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115967686237069031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115967686237069031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/10/meme.html' title='meme.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115962331162854032</id><published>2006-09-30T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:52:20.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knnccb. i lub macbook worz.</title><content type='html'>see, i've got two white notebooks on my bed. looks like two ibooks hor hor hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P9300106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P9300106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eh, but how come like got difference one leh? why one bigger? why why why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P9300107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P9300107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wahlaoeh. really different lor. why the left one so fat? why the right one so slim? why why why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P9300108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P9300108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jidangao.&lt;br /&gt;they really are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the slimmer and smaller one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P9300110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P9300110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a MAMAFUCKING COOL MACBOOK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P9300111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P9300111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my ibook looks so macho beside the nehnehpokly sleek macbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i is very the angry cos i actually can get macbook instead of the expired ibook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wth. macbook can run on parallel and it has a bloody built-in camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is so going to get it from me cos he laughed at my ibook. i shall shower my ibook with love and torture his macbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA HA HA HA HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115962331162854032?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115962331162854032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115962331162854032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/09/knnccb-i-lub-macbook-worz.html' title='knnccb. i lub macbook worz.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115961886968134404</id><published>2006-09-30T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:39:53.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hugs for free.</title><content type='html'>check &lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/news/music/freehug-man-speaks-out/2006/09/28/1159337257843.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow down a little, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no hurry for work. no hurry for school. no hurry for good grades. no hurry for promotion. no hurry for everything, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a step back and look at the more beautiful things around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love is actually all around us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115961886968134404?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115961886968134404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115961886968134404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/09/hugs-for-free.html' title='hugs for free.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115944808820124350</id><published>2006-09-28T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:54:48.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monologue.</title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how have you been these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh good to hear that. me? ah, it's all about work work and work. shopping with the girls. catching up with old friends. aimless walks. random snaps. the usual things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P9270001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P9270001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair? they have all decided to run away from my scalp overnight. hahaha nah. went to snip it off yesterday with tong. wanted a bob. BUT, didnt get it. i don't know why. but it reminds me of that screwed hair i cut in sec three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why are you here at the airport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P9280035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P9280035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah i see. oh, actually i'm here to send my friend off. oh you know here right? tong, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P9280027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P9280027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, she's off to find her mum. bet she's super happy about it cos she managed to get windows seats and she's got a little girl and the girl's mum to accompany her throughout the journey. i really hope she's going to enjoy her mum's company and of course, the neverending shopping opportunities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss her. but, ah, she's going to be back in around a week's time. so yeah. no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that? oh i met up with the ultra blur bimbo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! you got it. it's cha. haha. shopping, again. nah. this time round not a long long shopping trip. just a slightly faster one. after lunch, she rushed off to work. and i went to sightsee on my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, don't laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. you need to go off already? hmmm. right right. so i shall see you soon. remember to text me soon. and oh, have a safe journey. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115944808820124350?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115944808820124350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115944808820124350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/09/monologue.html' title='monologue.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115926990463236047</id><published>2006-09-26T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T19:25:06.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revamp!</title><content type='html'>heehee. i'm still excited about my holga. it's going to be here supposedly by the end of next week or the start of next next week. WHEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and. macbook is arriving this sat. double whee! i'm so going to kope from my bro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work has been, duh, boring. yuting and gloria went off for a week and i'm all alone in that freezing office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the first time in my life, i use paint programme for straight 8 hours everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and awww, hady's the singapore idol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, he's got like 70+% votes. and my man man jon, he's got like 20+%? thank goodness i didn't vote. if not waste my 30 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but people have been taking things/other people for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people don't just pop by your life like this *snaps fingers*. they are there for a reason i suppose. either for friendship sake or partnership sake, i don't know. you got to find that reason out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, everyone's got their own principles to uphold. but sometimes, you got to throw your principles aside and think about the person right in front of you. this person has got feelings too. what would you rather do, hold on to your principles tightly as if it's the most valuable thing in the world or hurt that person inside out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best way to decide is to put yourself in that person's shoes. yes yes, i hear you saying cliche. but that's the fact lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. oh well. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the last week of september. oh no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115926990463236047?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115926990463236047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115926990463236047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/09/revamp.html' title='revamp!'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115898203799921092</id><published>2006-09-23T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T11:27:24.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holga on the way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P9190779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px autoz10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P9190779.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping with them, or rather cha, is always crazy, brain-cells draining and duh, tiring. hahahhaa. but oh well. at least she got something. if not i will screw her upside down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, it was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P9220796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P9220796.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;br /&gt;goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss this girl. i miss listening to her. and all those walking and talking we do all the time from one place to another. hahaha. i miss you lah girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, you study hard. do the things you do. heck the people obstructing your way. i know you know yourself. so yeah. skip school! HAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was a night of "discovery". hahahaha. shame on you, plagiariser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND AND AND AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have ordered my holga and adaptor from an online dealer. shall transfer the cash later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no worries people. safe safe. her reviews have been positive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee. in around a week's time, i'll be snapping away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. i'm on the 10th cloud. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. did someone put time on accelerator or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;september's ending man. then i cannot sing september anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;october is like the month of giving before christmas. damn many people having birthday that month. hur. and some even same day. i can see a hole in my &lt;s&gt;ass&lt;/s&gt; pocket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. december december!&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mama is the superwoman of the superwomen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's constantly upgrading her skills you see. first, she can finish a (draggy) korean drama within two days the most. then, she mastered the skill of rewatching the drama up to 5 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, she can watched two serial dramas at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how? she on the tv in her room and the tv in the livingroom. then, she sat at a place where she could view both tvs. and tadah! she did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my mama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115898203799921092?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115898203799921092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115898203799921092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/09/holga-on-way.html' title='holga on the way.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115863076147213881</id><published>2006-09-19T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T10:23:24.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ben fang's birthday on sunday.</title><content type='html'>it was ben fang's birthday on sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fake toilet trips and diarrheoa just to get the card and cake done. super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish&amp;co staff are nice nice nice. managed to have a full attention getter to tell everyone it's his birthday. i've got the vid. but i'm lazy to post it onto youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random chats and their conspiracy. man. mel, you better stop. aiyo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice to see everyone again though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics are at mel's blog. cos all the pics that i've got are so blur. (think stuart. hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was chatting with tong ytd. and i realise how much i want to get my fat ass back to school once again, especially after working and seeing part of the real world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life at work is so routined. sitting down there, staring at the 12-inch screen and making good friends with microsoft excel have already bored the hell out of me. no more long tea breaks cos the few of us seriously went off for too long. and that makes working hours even longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worse still if my ipod and phone die on me, all at the same time. i just feel like floating back home. yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so here i am, taking a good break today. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, fine. u caught me there. just want to laze around lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im going to meet up with melly mel mel on friday! cool cool. can't wait to see her lah. been ages since we've hung out. like april right? gosh gosh, i want to see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get holga and go around shooting the things that people nowadays have missed and eliminated along their way for academic and career success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simplicity already means nothing to many. but it's like a precious stone. if you lose it, you lose it. someone else will just pick it up and put it into good use. getting a new one costs - either your family, friends or maybe even your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are way too much noises out there. too much disturbances. and when there's silence, no one's there to appreciate and treasure it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be one of the few who treasures silence and simplicity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115863076147213881?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115863076147213881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115863076147213881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/09/ben-fangs-birthday-on-sunday.html' title='ben fang&apos;s birthday on sunday.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115834163282601702</id><published>2006-09-16T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T01:33:52.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starbucks my life.</title><content type='html'>she ordered a cup of cafe latte and she sat down at the table right opposite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but she looked unexplainably down in the dumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to continue reading my book. i couldn't help but keep looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she took this little notebook with patterns of multi-coloured circles out from her black leather handbag. she stared blankly at the contents. her eyelids went loose and her eyes were closed for a moment. i thought i will see tears tumbling down her cheeks. but nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she opened her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took many glances to check whether she was alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, she took more things out from her bag - maps, street directory and her phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just couldn't find her way lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i can watch some drama. OH WELL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115834163282601702?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115834163282601702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115834163282601702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/09/starbucks-my-life.html' title='starbucks my life.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115824308048721543</id><published>2006-09-14T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:11:20.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once a musician, always a musician.</title><content type='html'>maybe it's in my blood. maybe it's already a habit. maybe it's fate. maybe it's all coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after all, no matter what, once a musician, always a musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cliched it may sound, but it speaks the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an hour of self-practice at home today makes me realise how much memories i have with all the different pieces i have in that super thick black secondary school band file. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pieces that i have played and cried at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;pieces that i have sung with joy with bimbo fern and shud and many others. &lt;br /&gt;pieces that i have combined together to form a remix.&lt;br /&gt;pieces that i have earned glory with the rest of the band mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many so many of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;difficulty of the pieces doesn't matter anymore. or should i say it didn't matter from the start? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one band one sound. &lt;br /&gt;- drumline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want ALUMNI BAND!!!&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many thoughts have run through my mind these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know where to begin. it was all random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school.&lt;br /&gt;family.&lt;br /&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;relationships.&lt;br /&gt;self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm nah. not going to talk about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i use my eyes to smell.&lt;br /&gt;i use my nose to taste.&lt;br /&gt;i use my ears to see.&lt;br /&gt;i use my skin to listen.&lt;br /&gt;i use my tongue to feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115824308048721543?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115824308048721543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115824308048721543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/09/once-musician-always-musician.html' title='once a musician, always a musician.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115788972892281985</id><published>2006-09-10T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:02:08.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fernie!</title><content type='html'>I MISS YOU, BIMBO YEOSHAYFERN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/bimbo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/bimbo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/bimbo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/bimbo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/bimbo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/bimbo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/bimbo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/bimbo4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/bimbo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/bimbo5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BYEBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lucks for ur papers tmr till thu. you can do it. fret not, k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115788972892281985?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115788972892281985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115788972892281985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/09/fernie.html' title='fernie!'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115782251521586137</id><published>2006-09-10T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T01:21:55.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blinded.</title><content type='html'>getting my ass back to sembwang cc for practice is definitely worth praising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been ages since i last played with a band till my lips went numb for several hours. and good music never fails to make my hair stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run, fingers, run! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, something to keep me occupied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i love band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner with huihui was good. don't you just love miss clarity? hahaha. come back soon k? november!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. hahahahahahaha. cookies for christmas, i promise. i'm serious k? but cheesecake, forget it lah hor. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilling out with cha was nehnehpokly good too. it's been quite some time since we last sat down and just talk. more more more soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is craving for changes in his or her life. be it major or minor, physically or mentally, everyone wants to lead their lives differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? why not? a change would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but some things just can't be changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way you treat people.&lt;br /&gt;the way you go about making friends, sincerely. &lt;br /&gt;the way you live by your own principles.&lt;br /&gt;the way you keep your promises to the people around you and to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;the way you feel for people and situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things just can't be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, having a change is exciting. as in revamping your personal look and style. clearing your wardrobe and stocking up new season of outfits. making sure your room looks neater than before. spending more time with your loved ones. caring more to those who need your concern. reciprocating what others give you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how it should go about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't follow blindly just because everyone else is doing it. like how the "art" of wearing leggings has been followed by many. *shakes head*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115782251521586137?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115782251521586137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115782251521586137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/09/blinded.html' title='blinded.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115746608474292722</id><published>2006-09-05T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:28:59.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tea party + ikea monday.</title><content type='html'>i could have rotted my day away ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i decided not to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i called badbrain out. i brought her to tea party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P9040731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P9040731.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loves the place. yes yes she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something was calling me to get down to ikea. so i got her to go down with me. and man, i just realise i havent been there since the start of the year. gosh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P9040737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P9040737.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. it wasn't planned. everything was yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daydreams. plans. wishes. wants. needs. all at ikea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P9040734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P9040734.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know she loves me too. HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was back at my old workplace today. it was good to be back. seeing min, my ex in-charge, and the super ultra lame uncles who crack jokes that i wont laugh at makes me feel back at home. hahaha. after all i spent three months there, helping them sort out things that i doubt can be sorted out within a century. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank god yuting was there. she brought two more friends in. good good. we brought back some life for the company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to my playlist today at work. then this a cappella song started to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought it was super sexy. gosh. the bass is like... mamafucking hot. hahahahahhaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go around, snapping random pictures, watching all sorts of people doing weird things, chilling out, listening to the silence of the streets, enjoying the cool night breeze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will that day come?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115746608474292722?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115746608474292722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115746608474292722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/09/tea-party-ikea-monday.html' title='tea party + ikea monday.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115726047797199081</id><published>2006-09-03T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T13:14:38.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so called life.</title><content type='html'>my life is this boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging away from ishop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. super no-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working on sunday is bloody pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOHOH! maybe bro's getting a macbook. HAHAHAHAHA. i am so going to kope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. im bored. anyone in town this evening please come cine find me. 3rd floor. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE to my full-of-life folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115726047797199081?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115726047797199081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115726047797199081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-called-life.html' title='so called life.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115702934094322233</id><published>2006-08-31T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:03:05.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youhui's birthday!</title><content type='html'>even though it has been raining whole day long, i enjoyed myself today. it's been long since i last felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's youhui's birthday today and we went to have our lunch together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss their company so much. i miss making them laugh. i miss poking fun at them. i miss crapping the whole day long with them. and i really miss how youhui get my jokes so quickly. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/DSC00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/DSC00025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8310721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8310721.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and the birthday girl. i miss u a lot girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8310717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8310717.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after they went off, i went to find siying and shud. we went to watch click. goddamnit. cha! i so agree with you it's a good movie. it made me cry so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shud. take care man. i know what's bothering you. but seriously, pull yourself together for now. you've got more important things to focus on. cheer up darling. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finally got my baby by my side. hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr prestige bass clarinet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again... happy birthday to youhui &amp; rohai!!!! another two turning 17. old girls. HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115702934094322233?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115702934094322233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115702934094322233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/youhuis-birthday.html' title='youhui&apos;s birthday!'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115690251459152459</id><published>2006-08-30T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T12:12:31.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo.</title><content type='html'>go away, you big time loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop being someone you're not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you can't find yourself? i can understand that cos no one can find you too. you lost your damn self. or perhaps, it just never exist before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better start looking for your life cos i don't see life in/near/around/anywhere close to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115690251459152459?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115690251459152459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115690251459152459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/boo.html' title='boo.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115676056319748626</id><published>2006-08-28T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T19:36:50.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holy crap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;another thing for me to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ssw is coming after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha no lah. as in they want me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? cos they've got no bass clarinetist around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i look like a spare tyre to you, you, you and you? do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe they didn't mean it. but when i first saw what clement and cheryl said on msn, i can't help but to think in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after thinking for the whole day, maybe i should go back and take a look. but i need to brush up on my playing. aye aye aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i? should i not? brrr. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made up my mind to go back to ssw. i want my passion back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i listen to teriyaki boyz's tokyo drift(fast &amp;amp; furious), i want to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i remembered tiffany telling me it sounds like girls wanted to be fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, it sounds like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;m&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115676056319748626?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115676056319748626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115676056319748626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/holy-crap.html' title='holy crap.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115672618592823470</id><published>2006-08-28T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T08:49:45.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck the apple nehnehpoks.</title><content type='html'>for the very first time in the whole of my almost 17 years of living, i felt the greatest humiliation and discrimination today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sensitive is my middle name, if you don't already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a bad omen when i first stepped in there. i always know sales isn't my thing. plus, certain people are so hardcore for sales so i decide to take a step back and allow them to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that wasn't the point, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, the latest schedule just came in and goodness gracious me, i'm free from work for near to the whole week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be glad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, isn't that obvious? they're not going to use me anymore. and now, i felt like i've been used, like a sanitary pad. i'm soiled and i'm going to be disposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people always tell me how superficial this world is. i agree with that. but i've never thought it would come to me this harshly. it's a in-your-face kind of shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you've got a better looking face, people approach you more often. you stand a higher chance of staying in the company and in the authorities' good books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not blaming the better looking people here. i'm just wondering why people still do not understand the importance of looking at a person from every aspect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. i can close one eye. some things are better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but do you know how affected i am currently? i really have not felt so used in the whole of my life before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for discriminating and please do not come back again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115672618592823470?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115672618592823470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115672618592823470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/fuck-apple-nehnehpoks_28.html' title='fuck the apple nehnehpoks.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115664278369446384</id><published>2006-08-27T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T09:41:40.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people i'll nv forget.</title><content type='html'>you know, there are always some people who will just make you smile all the time, especially for the fact that you guys havent seen each other in donkey years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/Image%28041%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/Image%28041%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/DSC00116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/DSC00116.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was zat's and yaofeng's pre-birthday celebration. too bad the timing kind of clashed with my work time. sorry sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not, i was smiling all the time when i was with them. i seriously miss them a lot. i wish we could hang out a little longer. now, i wonder when will be the next time we meet again? 32nd NCO POP? hahahahaha. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; You should never fight your feelings,&lt;br /&gt;When your very bones believe them,&lt;br /&gt;You should never fight your feelings,&lt;br /&gt;You have to follow nature's law.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true. that's embrace's nature's law for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORNINGS TO THE EARTH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115664278369446384?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115664278369446384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115664278369446384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/people-ill-nv-forget.html' title='people i&apos;ll nv forget.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115635229562378901</id><published>2006-08-24T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T16:19:34.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss band too.</title><content type='html'>wednesday is band day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeelu and i went back. gosh. i miss school a lot. as in, i miss attending lessons there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happen my darling's not in use today, hence i use it. haha. i'm so glad the new reeds came in. cos i was pleading for new reeds since... god knows when.. last year? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i joined them for the whole session. boy, it was good to be back at where you belong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr neo was ever-joky. he cracked the most irrelevant and eye-rolling jokes ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8230705.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8230705.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, too long never practised alr. i lost my tone. i'm so upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8230709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8230709.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they played merry widow. i wish i can work on twelfth night. it's so challenging. i can run all over the place. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8230706.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8230706.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can shout at them,"ask u all to pack up right? still playing there har? want to run is it? huh huh huh? QUICK! pack up!!! keep your stands. you've got only 5 minutes left! i need to lock the doors alr. GO NOW!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooo. good o' days of scolding hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8230708.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8230708.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always sit on the left. ginny used to sit the my right. now weikuan. damn now i miss ginny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thank you mr neo. goodbye mr neo. god bless you mr neo. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the words i'd never forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you?&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminiscing the times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times that we all wont get to go back anymore.&lt;br /&gt;the times that we all dreaded back then.&lt;br /&gt;the times that we all were all so passionate about music and studies(perhaps not. oh well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really really wish to go back to rss now. i dont mind wearing that blue graph paper top back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you miss rss too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115635229562378901?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115635229562378901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115635229562378901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-miss-band-too.html' title='i miss band too.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115634192017854899</id><published>2006-08-23T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:05:21.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fernie. i miss u.</title><content type='html'>was going through my pictures on my desktop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i click on this folder - "Fern's day off to Aussie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i started watching the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iadl-9Bx04A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iadl-9Bx04A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye. i miss u fernie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115634192017854899?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115634192017854899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115634192017854899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/fernie-i-miss-u.html' title='fernie. i miss u.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115617679461050478</id><published>2006-08-21T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T00:13:15.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apple evangelist to be.</title><content type='html'>work today was kind of alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people watching is what i've been doing most of the time. i'm lazy to go fight with the rest for sales. so i just watch the customers and look at all those products and play game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye. first day damn slack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if any of u guys need ipods, macs, accessories etc, do go down to ishop k? hmmm preferably on the days i'm working. HAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like going back to secondary sch now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to have a proper commitment - band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind facing all those shit from the juniors. i don't mind spending hours nagging at them (but i know they mind). i don't mind sitting there for hours just for tuning. i don't mind wiping my bass clarinet's neck till it sparkle though it will not. i don't mind holding semibreves for the whole piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see all my classmates, bandmates and juniors in school during morning assembly, recess, school dismissal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to laugh at all those kids wearing long socks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be called by miss tan cos i talked too loudly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to listen to vinodh's wrong pronunciations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to laugh out loud at miss haslinda's witty jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do ten years series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to mug at the library with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to crap my free periods away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to go back to those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i want to fart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115617679461050478?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115617679461050478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115617679461050478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/apple-evangelist-to-be.html' title='apple evangelist to be.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115607977881671397</id><published>2006-08-20T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:16:18.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday? no? yes? oh yes. sunday.</title><content type='html'>it didnt seem like a sunday today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more like a typical weekday. to be exact, a typical slacky weekday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching vcd, eating chips, having dry swims... yes, life's like that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, but it'll end kind of soon cos i'm working tmr at cineleisure. do visit me at ishop. hahahaha. i will be there, being brainwashed by apple. wooohoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the stuffy humid weather nowadays. i can sweat without moving myself, not even a strand of hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to the beach. i want to spend my day looking at the sky and the not-so-blue and not-so-clean sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to... nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's seriously been days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115607977881671397?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115607977881671397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115607977881671397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/sunday-no-yes-oh-yes-sunday.html' title='sunday? no? yes? oh yes. sunday.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115600274368599686</id><published>2006-08-19T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T23:52:23.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slacky saturday.</title><content type='html'>i stoned my saturday away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice to see fad and stuart around. i miss their lame jokes damn much. work hard the two of u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with yeelu after that. aye, i love her company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love long bus rides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish there's fireworks every saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115600274368599686?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115600274368599686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115600274368599686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/slacky-saturday.html' title='slacky saturday.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115594703796249022</id><published>2006-08-19T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T08:23:57.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="410"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-libing-1-7-13.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="410"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-li bing-9-3-7.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="410"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-Li Bing-5-7-15.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="410"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-Libing-7-2-3.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. i am mamafucking bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115594703796249022?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115594703796249022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115594703796249022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/boredom.html' title='boredom.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115591997353097927</id><published>2006-08-18T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:52:53.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>only where i'm going.</title><content type='html'>the thing i dont like about holidays is that i will have too much spare time. and that's when all boredom starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye. and that's why i'm blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't wanna close my eyes. i don't wanna fall alseep. cos i miss u baby and i don't miss a thing...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, people set the targets way too high and push themselves to work so hard just to meet their targets. in the midst of working hard, they lose their damn selves and they simply can't see what's going on around them. sometimes, you just need to take a breather from all these shit. bear in mind you guys are not superman/superwoman. even machines need breaks. you guys too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... my dearest graduating juniors, jc kids, overseas pals and whoever it may concern, please rmb to rest well. i still want to see  everyone of u all in one big piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am bloody bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115591997353097927?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115591997353097927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115591997353097927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/only-where-im-going.html' title='only where i&apos;m going.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115578041874400415</id><published>2006-08-17T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T10:06:58.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss band.</title><content type='html'>i still know nuts about adjusting the video size. aye. nevermind. do listen to it yeah. it's so nice. both tones are so seasoned and definitely breath-taking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i am amused by how aunties think their jokes are funny. i've been accompanying my mama to grocery shopping for two consecutive mornings. and i think this one is really... not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;auntie 1&lt;/b&gt;: wah, you know that condo like very little people stay hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;auntie 2&lt;/b&gt;: ya lor ya lor. aiya cos i never buy an apartment there mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;auntie 1&lt;/b&gt;: *laughing out loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: *cover eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me ten reasons to laugh out loud at such... so called jokes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115578041874400415?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115578041874400415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115577486062296074?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115577486062296074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115577486062296074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/emilee-fumiaki-miyamoto-skirl-kazabue.html' title=''/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115557196833118890</id><published>2006-08-14T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:12:48.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wei, u like me right?</title><content type='html'>finally, everything's down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writcom down!&lt;br /&gt;radio down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been so hardcore for any assignments before. i mean, i dont stay up all night and stayover at other people's places to complete them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dedicated my sunday to writcom. first we were at daph's hse. hey daph, thanks for hosting us there and feeding us with so much snacks, food and drinks. really appreciate that. then at night, we went down to derric's hse. work, nap, music, work work work. thanks for having us there too. thanks for freezing me and daph. HA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole morning and afternoon of chionging. finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently super duper drained. i need to rest. good night my people. i shall blog tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115557196833118890?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115557196833118890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115557196833118890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/wei-u-like-me-right.html' title='wei, u like me right?'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115540117413448730</id><published>2006-08-13T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:46:14.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>season of fireworks.</title><content type='html'>let me quote derric...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;today's a good day...&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i thought so too. even though proposal was killing the three of us (daph, derric, me), we still enjoyed ourselves. got to thank daph's mum to host us there and feed us with A LOT of food. i mean, A LOT!!! seriously. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fireworks was kind of disappointing. i thought it would be better than ytd's, which was like super breath-taking. but oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was good just sitting around, doing things that we've not been doing for so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate crowds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i'm tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my holidays now!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115540117413448730?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115540117413448730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115540117413448730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/season-of-fireworks.html' title='season of fireworks.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115531339897949137</id><published>2006-08-12T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:24:48.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a friday.</title><content type='html'>speech down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more on the list - radio and writcom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being slammed down straight in the face is never a good experience, especially after you have thought it would work well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harsh reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel it all coming back. it's either my own illusion or it's real. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;routined life no more, soon. aiya, i cannot wait for monday to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so want to go to compass' concert tmr. BUT, all thanks to writcom, i think i'm going to be a good girl and finish up all the shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i really want to watch them eh. i mean, it's like once or twice in a year. brrr. i want to c my cousin band members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i miss band so much so that words cannot describe how i feel alr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been months since i last touched my instrument. it's been months since i last visited the band. it's been months since i last saw mr neo. it's been months since everything to do with band happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115531339897949137?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115531339897949137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115531339897949137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-friday.html' title='what a friday.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115513019368046712</id><published>2006-08-09T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T21:29:59.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-national day delight</title><content type='html'>ytd was a very enjoyable day because i get to go back to riverside and see all my long time no see buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8070716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8070716.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sea of red riversidians. seriously, for the next few weeks people shld stop wearing red. it makes me so anxious when i see so many people wearing red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8070701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8070701.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss these two girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8070703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8070703.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh that's mrs chua's daughter, charmaine. so damn cute right? beautiful eyes. pretty lil' girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8070704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8070704.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8070706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8070706.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i miss miss haslinda lah. she is still as funny. i miss all her jokes and witty comments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8070708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8070708.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;du lao shi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8070709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8070709.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bunch of act cute people. HAHAHAHAHA. me excluded. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8070710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8070710.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and shaun. hahaha nicer hair now dude! curly hair no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8070711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8070711.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/6`05 with addition of two 4/8`05 people. hahaha. aiya i miss 4/6. eh people chalet again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8070715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8070715.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs tan.yanling.mrs singh.me. i still mrs tan makes a good principal. i seriously miss rss a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8070718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8070718.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us with mr cheong. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8070729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8070729.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me roxanne and yanni. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was seriously great to see my people back in riverside. i just wish ive got all the time in the world to crap with them and make them laugh. really. AND, congrats to yellowteneverything and moneygirl. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad youhui wasnt there to share their joy. man i miss that girl like hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got back to np for national day countdown thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8080732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8080732.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh cha me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and tong went down to holland v to work on our speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8080736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8080736.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8080737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8080737.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's fireworks so we decided to meet cha, daph, derric and siraj at esplanade. BUT, the crowd looked threatening and i was totally grossed out. jam was horrendous and i watch the fireworks from the bus. cha was stuck at one place. the rest at the other. damn dispersed. i want to watch it again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8080745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8080745.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a fucking toothache. it's like menstrual cramp gone wrong. not down there, but up here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, HAPPY NATIONAL DAY MY PEOPLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115513019368046712?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115513019368046712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115513019368046712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/pre-national-day-delight.html' title='pre-national day delight'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115496408307148744</id><published>2006-08-07T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:21:23.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>demanded entry.</title><content type='html'>final assignments are driving everyone mad. everything is somewhere there, but still a lil' distant from the destination. oh well, we can all do it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANG IN THERE, fellow t108-ers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think 14th Aug. think holidays. think end of sem. think me! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think bugis is going to be my next home. i've going there for the fourth time since last week. as in kind of continual trips down. national lib there, miss clarity there, cheap thrills there, "suicidal" people there. hahaha. everything's there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH! if anyone is free enough, do watch this korean drama "goong". it's ass-spanking good. a must-watch this month. MUST WATCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily i have tong with me so i can ogle at the pretty and charming lead actors with her. trust me, it's good. it's so good till i bring the discs to school and watch. so it's fucking awesome. WATCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, i'm anticipating tmr. big time anticipation cos i get to see my dearest ex-classmates. wahlao. it's like centuries since i last saw them. i want to see miss haslinda, mdm sarojini, du lao shi, mrs chua and miss tan!!! i miss them. i can see my juniors. hohohohohooho. i cannot wait for time to fly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so freaking excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i didn't have any intention to blog tonight. BUT, apparently, somebody demanded an entry from me. SOOOOOOOO, being a very very nice friend, i grant her wish. what more do you want from me har, CHARISSA HE QING FANG!!!??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i just remembered i saw junsheng and cheeonn today. then, this girl wearing leggings (! LACEY ONES! help!!!) walked pass us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cheeonn&lt;/b&gt;: wah... so style hor... (please sense the sarcasm within)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;junsheng&lt;/b&gt;: it's like a pair of incomplete stockings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i burst out laughing. SEE, leggings are mamafucking murderous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho. good night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115496408307148744?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115496408307148744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115496408307148744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/demanded-entry.html' title='demanded entry.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115470032090495757</id><published>2006-08-04T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:38:57.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last soc psyc day.</title><content type='html'>last socpsyc tutorial yesterday. last assessed presentation for socpsyc. 3 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/Cam%2825%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/Cam%2825%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mr tang&lt;/b&gt;: see... this is very good for you and your family. so you got to get this insurance from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mr eng&lt;/b&gt;: hmmm... hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/Cam%2826%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/Cam%2826%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. DEAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/Cam%2824%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/Cam%2824%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've got no idea why mr tang decides to hang himself. poor chap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8030700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8030700.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho. haha. eh first time t108 top the crowd that is taking socpsyc this sem under mcm. heehee. WE ARE HAPPY PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8030704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8030704.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me dajie and daph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's alr like 4 months and my class hasnt taken a full class picture together. so... i decided to take one yesterday. hmmm not one, but many many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8030713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8030713.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the smelly faces. hahaha. josh became a phantom. shannon was hidden at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P8030710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P8030710.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't but laugh at this picture everytime. it's one of the best shots ever. hahahaha. because if you look carefully, it looks like uncle is groping cha's ass. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;it seems like next wed is national day. i'm losing track of time. i can't even feel public holidays. everyday is working day. no weekends. poor thing poor thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just remembered i need to go back to rss this coming tue. good! i can see my people again! teehee. and YES! no radio! OOPS. nono, i love radio. but nono, i want rss more for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder why some people can still actually walk around campus with vacuum in their skull. at the age of average 18, you better think like one. oh wait a minute, you can't. airheads don't think. i promise i will teach you how to spell losers one day. bully my girl one more time and you will just melt under all those shitty sunrays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brrr. i wish there's this machine that captures all those dimwits at one go. because this world is way too smart for them. so much so that they are actually quite distant from the world. fucking nincompoops. get a life because life is nowhere near you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay if you don't because you don't deserve to have one. now just wait for your turn to disappear on earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big time fucking losers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115470032090495757?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115470032090495757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115470032090495757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-soc-psyc-day.html' title='last soc psyc day.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115449943575292020</id><published>2006-08-02T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T14:17:27.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy hectic busy hectic busy hectic..</title><content type='html'>bloody hell. it's august alr. so damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another four more months, it will be december. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee. december. *winks* heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smell the fragrance of holidays. how about you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, maybe you don't. but i do. i do i do i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudden slacky life makes you skeptical. you will just keep question yourself whether you've done this or that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and HOHO. here's a list of final assignments.&lt;br /&gt;- Socpsyc Assessed tutorial 2 (this friday) &lt;br /&gt;- Final Speech (week 16)&lt;br /&gt;- Proposal (14.8.06)&lt;br /&gt;- Radio Capsule (14.8.06)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scratch my ass scratch my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a vintage polaroid camera now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115449943575292020?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115449943575292020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115449943575292020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/08/busy-hectic-busy-hectic-busy-hectic.html' title='busy hectic busy hectic busy hectic..'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115427886030696636</id><published>2006-07-31T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T07:40:12.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody said it was easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P4140006.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P4140006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three of us pulled through everything together. syf, school, stress, friends, family, boys... you name it, we've gone through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shud, i wish you can pull yourself together. no matter how much we say, i know you're still trap in your big dilemma. no hurry. take your time and think properly. you're really worrying me cos i have never seen you so affected by anything before. i want to see u soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fern, i wish u are here to console that woman with me. you better take care of yourself over there. don't let emotions run over you too. december is in like... 4 months time. i am so sure time will fly. i want to see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to hug u all now. i just realise how long i haven't been talking to all of u alr. i am certainly losing grip of u all. my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really miss you guys. aye. i want to cry alr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115427886030696636?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115427886030696636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115427886030696636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/07/nobody-said-it-was-easy.html' title='nobody said it was easy.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115410456774070225</id><published>2006-07-29T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T00:36:07.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a good saturday. oh i mean friday.</title><content type='html'>it's a really fabulous &lt;s&gt;saturday&lt;/s&gt; friday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speech consultation was great.&lt;br /&gt;assessed speech 3 result was not as bad as i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting up with mel, fad, stuart, jefri and benfang was really really enjoyable. they made me laugh like there's no tmr and definitely helped me bring back some joy that i have lost into my life. anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY STUART &amp; JEFRI!!! i'll pass u guys ur presents next time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum it all up, i love my day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115410456774070225?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115410456774070225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115410456774070225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-saturday-oh-i-mean-friday.html' title='a good saturday. oh i mean friday.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115406035136861464</id><published>2006-07-28T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T13:04:42.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camwhore revival.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P7270110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P7270110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the weather wasn't what a happy person would like to see yesterday. it's like, no matter how happy you are, you will just weep looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P7270083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P7270083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P7270089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P7270089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, we can now all agree that there's a lil' bit of geisha in derric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P7270090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P7270090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; candid. i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P7270095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P7270095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P7270071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P7270071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P7270086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P7270086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P7270097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P7270097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P7270099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P7270099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P7270100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P7270100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P7270101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P7270101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P7270108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P7270108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P7270109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P7270109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just see. don't speak. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P7270050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P7270050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so yeah. there's still like truckloads of pictures that are not yet uploaded. i wish blogger was faster. never mind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for the first time after so many days, i finally can slack the whole morning away just surfing the net for leisure. that explains why i can edit pictures too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the art of listening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115406035136861464?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115406035136861464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115406035136861464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/07/camwhore-revival.html' title='camwhore revival.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115378503953921505</id><published>2006-07-25T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T07:50:39.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mum the weather forecaster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;mum&lt;/b&gt;: the thunder is heard first. i doubt there will be rain later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: *widen my not-so-big eyes* wah. you think you weather goddess ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mum&lt;/b&gt;: u wait and see lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a while later, i went to look at the sky. the clouds were blown away and i saw a brighter side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUR, my mama is the goddess of weather. quick, worship her. hahahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am not going to have a good night rest tonight. just pray hard enough for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115378503953921505?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115378503953921505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115378503953921505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/07/mum-weather-forecaster.html' title='mum the weather forecaster.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115365258693466857</id><published>2006-07-23T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T19:03:06.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>read my lips.</title><content type='html'>today's a good sunday at home, listening to mum's crapping, dad's stories, bros didn't do anything except playing their own games at the desktops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you asking the obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work, duh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i miss the times being at home. serious. i missed out so many sundays at home cos have been going out in the name of *coughs* work. hahahahahahhaaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; me&lt;/b&gt;: mummy ah, you know hor, that day right, i saw this pair of heels lah. damn hor, you know what, I CAN BLOODY FIT IN LEH!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mum&lt;/b&gt;: *looks at me with that i-know-you-want-money-from-me-but-please-continue-your-story look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: but right... it's like kind of ex lah. like around 60 plus. but right, can be considered cheap cos it's after 50% discount. so hor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mum&lt;/b&gt;: u getting them today ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: most likely lah. (i was thinking DUH right. that's why i asked for cash!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked off to get a glass of water and when i get back, i saw cash on the table. HAHAHAHAHAHA aiyo, mama loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's like kind of paiseh to ask for money. i mean, i'm like 17 already ( not really lah, still 16 cos birthday not over yet. *coughs* 1221 *coughs*). kind of old to get cash from mama. perhaps i'll work during the holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;wahlaoeh. today's the last day of GSS. why does it feel like it's only yesterday that we have GSS? i want to get that bloody white men's shirt at G2000. damn damn damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;it's already week 14. end of july. 4 months since school started. wahlao. is it just me or what? time sure does fly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i continue let it fly off, i shall sit on it and get some work done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; hold me now, i'm 6 feet from the edge and i'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;maybe 6 feet, ain't so far down. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115365258693466857?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115365258693466857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115365258693466857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/07/read-my-lips.html' title='read my lips.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115342239135837219</id><published>2006-07-21T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T03:06:31.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go away you cb cockcroach!</title><content type='html'>at this ungodly hour of friday, i suddenly woke up cos i realise i fell asleep studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to study now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must the bloody cockcroach attack my room at this time?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so big and fugly. and its feelers are really scaring me out cos they can curl and twirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it. it went under my bed and didn't appear since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh oh my gosh. somebody KILL it for me NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;go away you asshole. go away you asshole. go away you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeee it came out. so filthy big lah. it looks like a man is stuck in it. like a superhero in the pests world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kept going in circles. dumb asshead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what's so good about my room lor. it went to my bros' room just now and came out so freaking fast. disgusting. i hate cockcroaches. they are so big and fat and fugly and disgusting and irritating. see that fucking thing is obstructing my studying time. if i'm not going to do well for this quiz, i am so going to skin that bastard son-of-a-bitch alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe not. i think i'll just squeeze all its juices out. and tie it up with its own feelers. damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn where is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115342239135837219?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115342239135837219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115342239135837219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/07/go-away-you-cb-cockcroach.html' title='go away you cb cockcroach!'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115340280955457164</id><published>2006-07-20T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T21:43:47.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>consultation days.</title><content type='html'>greetings! libing says HELLO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/Cam%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/Cam%2812%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh. that's me. quick, say hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/Cam%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/Cam%286%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you call this spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/Cam%289%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/Cam%289%29.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love reflections. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/Cam%2813%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/Cam%2813%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/Cha%20and%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/Cha%20and%20me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes. someone please arrest her cos she's the one who's been molesting me since... long long ago. CALL THE POLICE NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/Tong%20and%20cha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/Tong%20and%20cha.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tong and cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/Wendy%20and%20Daph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/Wendy%20and%20Daph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's wenzy and daph. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't we just love consultation days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;socpsyc and phonetics. hurhur. no more sleep tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115340280955457164?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115340280955457164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115340280955457164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/07/consultation-days.html' title='consultation days.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115336172180687204</id><published>2006-07-20T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:15:21.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic.</title><content type='html'>just before you think everything comes to an end, it all started again, with more blast. hurhur. nevermind. HOLIDAYS soon, i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see my blog collecting dust soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go catch pirates if you havent. funny, entertaining, lame. some parts i fell asleep cos i was drop dead sleepy. or was it the movie? hahaha *shrugs* but one thing, like fern and shud will totally agree with me, the music is DAMN GOOD. keeps reminding me of my ssw days. hahaha and i keep hearing that soli with eupho part. aiyo, damn nice damn nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate those nehneh couples lah. they are so bloody irritating. hurhur. maybe i'm jealous (hahahahhahaha). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i can just take buses to everywhere. people on the trains are getting onto my nerves sometimes. they are so toe-sucking gross. no courtesy at all! kiss my arse kiss my arse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no use chasing after things/people that you've lost. it's time you treasure the things/people which/who are still around, by your side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to missy higgins if you are all so blue. she will just make you blue-er. hahaha. be embraced in the power of music&amp;words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115336172180687204?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115336172180687204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115336172180687204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/07/hectic.html' title='hectic.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115294278115775519</id><published>2006-07-15T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T13:53:01.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rss and their first GOLD.</title><content type='html'>everyone should be happy cos RSSW attains a GOLD for their competition this morning!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i'm so proud of everyone of you!!! too bad i wasn't there to support you all physically but you all know, my moral support is always there. don't get too contented aight. the main competition is next year. GOLD for syf!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh. reminds me of the last syf. the glory never goes off with time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE GLORY next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you all must be good if not mr neo will just POOF and be gone. treasure him aight. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh. i am still damn happy for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115294278115775519?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115294278115775519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115294278115775519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/07/rss-and-their-first-gold.html' title='rss and their first GOLD.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115293569963481976</id><published>2006-07-15T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T13:57:27.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changes.</title><content type='html'>it's amazing how things can change so drastically over time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather changes, situations change, places change, lizards change(they are growing fatter and uglier everyday), people change, i change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps everyone needs a break. i wish there's a switch so i can off it and everyone will just stop what they're doing and look around them. look at all those drastic changes. look at how many things you have lost and gave up along the way. look at what our priorities are. look at how somethings actually doesn't matter at all but you just can't seem to be not bothered cos people around are so paranoid about them. look at how situations can grab you and shape you into someone you are not. look at how everyone has anticipated and moved off suddenly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. it's actually more complicated than how it looks on the surface. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i was blind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nah, such things are not worth my blindness. i've got a lot more beautiful people/things to look at. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang, i missed rss' competition at vch. i hope they'll achieve what they want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my energy has been drained out. i have not felt so lost spiritually since... i can't remember when. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be back in action soon. hurhur. i wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115293569963481976?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115293569963481976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115293569963481976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/07/changes.html' title='changes.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115263483354437408</id><published>2006-07-12T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:20:33.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good o' days.</title><content type='html'>day by day, we are losing the thing call time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time that we use for catching up with friends&lt;br /&gt;the time that we use for chatting with our family&lt;br /&gt;the time that we use for watching tv&lt;br /&gt;the time that we use for eating good meals&lt;br /&gt;the time that we use for watching sunrise and sunset&lt;br /&gt;the time that we use for reading a novel&lt;br /&gt;the time that we use for listening to others' problems&lt;br /&gt;the time that we use for good long satisfying sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all lose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's no way we can get them back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even lost the time to update a proper entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115263483354437408?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115263483354437408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115263483354437408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-o-days.html' title='good o&apos; days.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115245932275040493</id><published>2006-07-09T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:35:22.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true colours. hahahahaha.</title><content type='html'>hoho. tmr's the start of the hardcore chionging assignments weeks. note, i said weekS. whoosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur. i hate bad hair days. i mean, screwed hairstyle days. i want to spike them all up. ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am going to catch the world cup finals later. laugh people, LAUGH! libing and worldcup?! i know, ridiculous. but oh well, anticipation. hahaha or rather, to conform. woo, thanks socpsyc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retail is always the best way to get one out of her/his stress zone. so, to all my fellow stressed up pals, please go and shop and generate the economy of singapore. you will be happy, so will the govt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, so social studies. gosh i miss sec sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to laugh at the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. let me catch some handsome nap before i start to anticipate with the rest of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115245932275040493?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115245932275040493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115245932275040493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/07/true-colours-hahahahaha.html' title='true colours. hahahahaha.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115232839615852530</id><published>2006-07-08T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T11:13:35.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good rest. no stress.</title><content type='html'>good rest sure does some wonders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe lack of good sleep is one of the root causes for all those emo shit that i've been going through in the mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just remembered this line from yesterday's speechcom activity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"life in a box is definitely better than no life at all." hahaha. how true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work overload. bing not bloat. hahahaha. trying too hard to make things rhyme. bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115232839615852530?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115232839615852530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115232839615852530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-rest-no-stress.html' title='good rest. no stress.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115220019689528641</id><published>2006-07-06T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T00:50:54.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fade to black.</title><content type='html'>bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the workload. i hate tests. i hate the competition around. i hate the harsh reality. i hate it when people compare grades. i hate it when people are insensitive. i hate it when my grades are cumulative. i hate near to everything about school(except my classmates).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a break. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've lost myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have second thoughts about my presence in masscom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P7050014.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P7050014.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P7050014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;woo i met up with fad, ys, shuyan and mel on wed. so good to see shuyan back in singapore, not forgetting the rest of them. it felt so long since i last saw everyone. nice nice catch up. &lt;p&gt;tmr tmr! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got to make this life make sense. Can anyone tell what I've done. I missed the life. I missed the colours of the world. Can anyone tell where I am. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aye. what a life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115220019689528641?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115220019689528641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115220019689528641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/07/fade-to-black.html' title='fade to black.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115193884675123669</id><published>2006-07-03T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:00:46.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>droopy eyes.</title><content type='html'>byebye slacky life. hello tedious life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing, speaking, presenting... u name it, we're going to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my current life lacks commitment. i used to have so much devotion for band. now, i don't even have a cca and i hardly go back to rss for practice. ah, where are you, devotion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm, actually, i think i still have passion for music. just that, i don't have much time to pursue. maybe i do. perhaps it's just laziness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those times when i have to carry my bass clarinet case back home or to wherever for practices. i miss the low low sexy round round tone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns. work work and more work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch good dramas now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115193884675123669?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115193884675123669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115193884675123669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/07/droopy-eyes.html' title='droopy eyes.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115176845118659836</id><published>2006-07-01T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:40:51.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meetup with fernie and mely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P7010003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P7010003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a good good day. &lt;p&gt;met with fern and shud near my house area. miss those days when we had nothing to do but just chat the day away at the bus stop. aye. good o' days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me and fern went off to town first before mely joined us. sales are like EVERYWHERE. how can one resist the temptation to BUY??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i spent the day talking and talking with fern, listening to her stories and sharing lots of mine. man, i really miss those days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mely came. and we talked, shopped, laughed, ate, drank and shitted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaha shitting didnt happen actually. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, leggings are so annoying!!! i've never seen so many people wearing leggings within a day. my chants are not working. hmmmm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;overall, it's really a good day cos i totally forgot about writcom and school while i'm with them. but, still, i got to come back to reality. damn it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fern!!! you better come out on monday! i freaking want to say a proper goodbye before you go back to aussie. please please, bimbo please. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pimples are getting onto my nerves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need a freaking haircut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need to scrub my body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need to start mugging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need to work on writcom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need to buck up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need to go now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need to say bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115176845118659836?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115176845118659836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115176845118659836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/07/meetup-with-fernie-and-mely.html' title='meetup with fernie and mely.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115168793175580116</id><published>2006-07-01T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T01:18:51.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>creases on my arm.</title><content type='html'>listen to the silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the precious silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much noise around just won't work out at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe, everyone. take a breather. writcom is a pain in everyone's ass. we shall and must conquer it. breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish i was hardworking enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115168793175580116?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115168793175580116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115168793175580116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/07/creases-on-my-arm.html' title='creases on my arm.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115159655627986928</id><published>2006-06-29T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T23:55:56.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me cry.</title><content type='html'>my results are not showing a good sign. it reminds me of chemistry times. no good no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't seen any As yet. people around me are slowly getting theirs. congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of prelims period. aye. cruel reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just let me slip away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115159655627986928?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115159655627986928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115159655627986928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/let-me-cry.html' title='let me cry.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115154184904232718</id><published>2006-06-29T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T08:44:09.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid IAC</title><content type='html'>long day yesterday. i just feel like hanging myself upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not a good idea to visit town near to everyday. yesterday was my third consecutive day there. the moment i see all those similar buildings, big roads and people, i feel like puking. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do? i got to get presents for those june babies in class. aye aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. yesterday was pretty much a laughy day. me and tong laugh like there's no tomorrow. everywhere. on the bus, in town, HAN'S! hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about HAN'S, me and tong saw what we wanted to see!!! hahahahahaha. derric's SCANDAL. woohoo. lol. i shall post up the pictures soon soon. that is when i'm done with work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was my second night lying down on the floor sleeping. that was how tired i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, is it the weather or is it just me? pimples multiply on my face. GROSS. i could have left them alone but, i can't. squeeze them all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good good. everyone's back home. MEET UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115154184904232718?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115154184904232718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115154184904232718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/stupid-iac.html' title='stupid IAC'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115142779999590854</id><published>2006-06-28T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T08:57:26.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tong's birthday.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TONG! 17 years old is like... old. hahahhaa. no lah. kidding. enjoy your 17 year old life. wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day started out with me waiting for the rest of those people to meet me to meddle with tong's present. but, none turn up. so tong met me up and we went to radio together. radio class today is bloody fun. i always enjoy radio classes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of us went down to town with tong for her mini birthday celebration. hahaha. she's high as usual. i think i'm going to get so sick of waffles from gelare soon. eating them more than once a week is enough to send me to the coffin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to watch RV. the movie's kind of funny in a lame way. i laugh at tong more. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then some of us hang out. and then we zoom home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. hope u enjoyed ur day ah! *big big hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh. ELECTRICO'S ALBUM is OUT!!!! i can't wait to lay my fingers on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have been too mean lah. pimple goddess is planting more and more pimples on my face. don't like that lah, pimple goddess. i will TRY to be nice to my friends. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was charging my lap ytd night and i ended up sleeping for half and hour on the floor. damn pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm loving T108 more and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangsai time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115142779999590854?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115142779999590854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115142779999590854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/tongs-birthday.html' title='tong&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115142335541584088</id><published>2006-06-27T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:49:15.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tags. gosh.</title><content type='html'>people are kind of bored recently. see, all these tags. brrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 21 people you can think of right off the top of your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fern&lt;br /&gt;2. Shud&lt;br /&gt;3. Siying&lt;br /&gt;4. Melydia&lt;br /&gt;5. Melissa(chan)&lt;br /&gt;6. Melissa(nco)&lt;br /&gt;7. Fad&lt;br /&gt;8. Stuart&lt;br /&gt;9. Yiangshan&lt;br /&gt;10. Charissa&lt;br /&gt;11. Daphne&lt;br /&gt;12. Tong&lt;br /&gt;13. Joshua&lt;br /&gt;14. Derric&lt;br /&gt;15. Yeelu&lt;br /&gt;16. Youhui&lt;br /&gt;17. Huihui&lt;br /&gt;18. Yanling&lt;br /&gt;19. Cheryl(da jie)&lt;br /&gt;20. Shirley&lt;br /&gt;21. Jiayi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you meet 14? &lt;br /&gt;- HAHA. in school? yeah. in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would you do if you never met 6? &lt;br /&gt;- i will live my life without a part of her. duh. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you do if 20 and 9 date? &lt;br /&gt;- hahahahaha they are both straight girls lah. (hopefully. hahahahahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you ever like 5? &lt;br /&gt;- always do, still do. hahaha in fact, i love her a lot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would 3 and 12 make a good couple? &lt;br /&gt;- hahahahahaa i think they will just die in each other's nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Describe 8&lt;br /&gt;- bitchily, irritatingly funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you think 13 is attractive? &lt;br /&gt;- Attractive in his own way. hahaha. tiongtiong likes can alr. hahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Tell me something about 17&lt;br /&gt;- she's one of my favourite crapping pals. hahaha. she's craving for my cookies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you know any of 4's family members?&lt;br /&gt;- hahahaha. i dont think i know any of her family members. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's 21's favorite color? &lt;br /&gt;-  PINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What would you do if 18 just confessed he/sheliked you? &lt;br /&gt;- man. she always like me, right right yanling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What language does 20 speak? &lt;br /&gt;- English and mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who is 9 going out with? &lt;br /&gt;- LOL. people still young and innocent. not going out with anyone right right right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What grade is 16 in? &lt;br /&gt;- Jc year 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When's the last time you talked to 13? &lt;br /&gt;- like hours ago. i said byebye. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What perfume does number 2 uses? &lt;br /&gt;- she doesnt use perfume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you ever date 7? &lt;br /&gt;- i always do. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you ever date 1? &lt;br /&gt;- DUH! i want to see her now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is 15 single? &lt;br /&gt;- she's single but unavailable. hands off people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is 19's last name? &lt;br /&gt;- LEOW! hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 11?&lt;br /&gt;- serious friendship, yes! hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What school does 3 go to? &lt;br /&gt;- IJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Where does 10 live? &lt;br /&gt;- Somewhere in jurong i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's your favorite thing about 10? &lt;br /&gt;- her ability to tahan all my shit hahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Have you seen number 1 naked?&lt;br /&gt;- LOL. no. dont want to. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who's bored can do this. hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115142335541584088?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115142335541584088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115142335541584088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/tags-gosh.html' title='tags. gosh.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115136348476831118</id><published>2006-06-27T06:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T07:11:24.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woogawoogawoooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;on my knees, i'll ask, last chance for one last dance...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that line just made me go "aww"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so agree with daph this is DA emo song. for now at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was great, minus the lectures(boring, oops) part. i can't wait for later. wahahaha. that's for tonight's entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my skin's peeling so badly. i need to get scrubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FERN! if u see this, PLEASE sms me which days you are free so i can date you out. quick quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to buy the whole of art friends. man, i really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think random blogging should stop. BUT i like leh(hahahahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause with you, i'd withstand all the hell to hold your hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115136348476831118?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115136348476831118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115136348476831118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/woogawoogawoooooo.html' title='woogawoogawoooooo'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115122911161119713</id><published>2006-06-25T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T18:32:42.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random bits.</title><content type='html'>i think i look like ah neh now. no offence, but really, i'm bloody dark now. my teeth practically glow in the dark. scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's reopening tmr. hahahaha. i finally found the courage to check MEL for upcoming assignments and gosh, i thought i shouldn't have looked at it. i can picture myself working till early mornings. and i think i can see darker rings circling my eyes soon. holy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red is giving me problems again. i mean, how can red arrive so early, again? i need those darn pills one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like july alr. damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernie fern fern's on the way back to xin jia po. goodie. i can't wait to meet her up. shuyan and mike are coming back too. ah ah ah. more gatherings ahead. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like stuffing myself with pastries, pastries, and more pastries. then i can die of diabetes cos i don't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really think i haven't been spending enough time with mamapapa and korkors. cos i felt like it's been months since i last ate with dinner them together at the same dining table. hmmmm. nevermind. i am a nice girl today. i ate with them. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something's urging me to have a korean dramas marathon now. hahaha. fancy me having such cravings when school's reopening. how nice. ha. mum's watched so many sets alr and i havent been watching any since... god-knows-when. boo. i am so deprived of dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, not really. real-life drama is like everyday issue. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really think i look like ah neh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115122911161119713?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115122911161119713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115122911161119713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-bits.html' title='random bits.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115116174014700214</id><published>2006-06-24T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:09:00.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the so called "class thang"</title><content type='html'>hmmmmmmmmmmm. i'm over sun-kissed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentosa with cha, tong, daph and josh. it was good though i expected more people to come along. but, oh well, nevermind. there will always be a next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6230586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6230586.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a sunny sunny afternoon yesterday. at first i thought it was going to rain damn badly. but, thank goodness, sun's out so i can tan whatever shit i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6220560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6220560.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6220561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6220561.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daphtongchame in that nice nice toilet. josh went off and joined us later on. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6230572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6230572.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses under the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6230578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6230578.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6230579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6230579.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn cha. she's freaking groping my ass. take advantage of me. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6230581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6230581.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tong and her good "kiap doritos" skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6230587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6230587.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6230588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6230588.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6230593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6230593.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love balls. i mean volleyball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6230601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6230601.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexy red bikini bimbo with our flipflops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then around 6 plus, we went to wendy's house. gosh her house is like... WOW!!! hahahaha. i can play a game of hide and seek with 50 people lor. hahahhaa. and everyone will have a place to hide. hee. it was really nice of wendy's family to have us there. thanks wendy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbq was fun i thought. hee. i was freaking full lah. hahaha. marshmallows are the best things after bbq. hee. miss cordelia came too. then we took a lot of pics with my eyebrows fading off. hahaha. damn sick. pics are with cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice cream after that. tehtarik ice cream was real good. almost all the flavours there are nice lah. gosh i shld bring my people down there some day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha i really don't know how people can actually stay awake watching soccer. watching the first 7 minutes can just make me doze off. hahhaa. or maybe it's just me. or maybe it's just the drink. or maybe it's just too much food. hahahahahha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole morning was damn chocolatey. i went to look at wendy's fridge. GOSH. i saw many many boxes of chocolates. hahaha. royce chocolates are kind of worth dying for. hmmm, maybe not dying for. just worth drooling. it was damn good. then ice cream, again. i feel the sugar and fats levels rising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i felt it was ok. i mean everyone did enjoyed themselves. but i was expecting something crazier and more exciting. hahaha like doing something totally stupid and playing lots of games. hmmm, oh well. i always believe in "next time"s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, tong. monday! we shall have some real FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;scratch your toes, hit your head, bite your ears, smell your nails, chew your hair.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115116174014700214?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115116174014700214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115116174014700214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-called-class-thang.html' title='the so called &quot;class thang&quot;'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115098496966184674</id><published>2006-06-22T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:22:22.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tmr's da day.</title><content type='html'>today's thursday. that means tmr's friday. and that also means FUNFUNday with T108 tmr. =) no rain for tmr please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to mug today. supposed to. but, it became shopping day lah. hahaha. this is bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with tong first cos cha couldnt wake up on time despite me and tong calling her around 50 times. DEAD LOG. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard about the mango sales. at first, it didnt appeal to me at all cos i thought it's just another round of sales for skinny bitches in tiny singapore. i was wrong. i saw quite a few nice tops lying around on the racks. i saw that top that fern wants. hahahaha. it's like dirt cheap here, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got myself two tops. i mean, it's so bloody cheap and i need new tops. so i found excuses to shop again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after mango, it's a mini zara walk. GOSH. i came out of the shop with a paper bag(compared to the low quality mango sales plastic bag). hahaha. just show me nice caption tees and i will do anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kidding about the anything part. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no studies done today. at all. after cha left, daph came. and we all went around walking again to search for shorts shorts mini shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to laugh. long tops are not meant to be dresses, darling. it's either a jeans underneath or LEGGINGS if you want. but, not nothing. it's... obscene. hahahahahha. i dont want the whole world to die by laughing at you. hahahahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wont be seeing me online tmr. i'll only be back on saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115098496966184674?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115098496966184674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115098496966184674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/tmrs-da-day.html' title='tmr&apos;s da day.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115093913378850583</id><published>2006-06-22T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T07:45:16.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagging shit. hahaha.</title><content type='html'>I got tagged by fernie fern fern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you are tagged you MUST write an entry about 6 weird habits/things you do/odd information, as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next six people to be tagged and list their names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I sniff towels to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am turned on by nice-smelling guys. &lt;br /&gt;3. I like to squash ants with my fingers. &lt;br /&gt;4. I like to look at people and how they dress though i myself can't really dress THAT well. aiya, i just like to bitch around. &lt;br /&gt;5. I enjoy smacking people's tummies. &lt;br /&gt;6. When there's wounds, esp that my mouth can kind of like reach them, i will suck the blood off and drink it in. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: i'm supposed to tag 6 other people. BUT, i'm breaking the rule. DO IT, EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115093913378850583?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115093913378850583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115093913378850583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/tagging-shit-hahaha.html' title='tagging shit. hahaha.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115091106768144097</id><published>2006-06-22T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T08:01:05.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>far away.</title><content type='html'>the day started in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, why can't visitors wear sandals or whatever shoes they want to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked. but the answer was bullshit. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss taking the band for drills. hahahahahaha. it's like torture for them, and plain fun for me. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6200519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6200519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you know how much i long to sit in any of the seats there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6200525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6200525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yeelu's baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6210529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6210529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my babies. i miss the low low sexy sound. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was hanging around till lunchtime. me and badbrain thought we should leave. so yeah, we left. and we went separate ways. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;badbrain, u better stand strong. cos you can't let the wind blow you off. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i went down to np to find daph and gang cos they were playing tennis. hahaha. i've got nothing else better to do too. so i zoom zoom down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but, actually i've got a lot of work to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aye heck. bitter moments come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6210545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6210545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hahahaha derric's balls. he needs many of them. hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6210551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6210551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stars stars. hahahahahhahaa. we just found out that we've got a common &lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt; hobby. hahaha my insects-murder partner. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6210550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6210550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they do this pretty often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6210539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6210539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sunny sunny afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6210548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6210548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it's just nice to sit around doing nothing but talking and staring into space. let your mind go blank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115091106768144097?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115091106768144097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115091106768144097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/far-away.html' title='far away.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115081131571238516</id><published>2006-06-20T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:48:35.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P3190048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P3190048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when was the last time you played by the beach with your loved ones?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115081131571238516?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115081131571238516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115081131571238516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115074706784920452</id><published>2006-06-20T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T03:57:53.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful monday too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/running.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; teehee. i miss this bunch of people lah. seeing them is like a kind of bliss. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i didnt bring my cam today. it's really like a camwhoring session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. t108 oh so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya guys in a few more days time! i cannot wait for friday. teeheeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;it's a good good monday to kick start the week. i can foresee a really enjoyable week ahead. especially friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sunday too. cos my all-time favourite bimbo(don't angry lah. i like to call u bimbo leh) will be back in town again! i need to talk to her like BIG TIME! lucks to ur exam aight? quick quick, fly back quick!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;i hate people who stare rudely. they ought to be shot dead, skinned alive and chopped into many many microscopic pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; u want to steal glances can lah cos that's what i do. (shhhh) BUT, you dont STARE. you mean your mama didn't tell you it's not right to stare at people for a long time, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brrrrrrrrr. kill them all kill them all!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;i want to bake eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huihui, don't you laugh. hahahaha. ok lah. i bake nice nice cookies for you in like... december? it's december or nothing ah. so say yes. but erh, no muffins yet. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at school library today. and i found so many nice cookbooks around. jamie oliver was sitting there, waiting for me to pick him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean his cookbook. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to make desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to bake.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;hokeypokey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115074706784920452?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115074706784920452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115074706784920452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/beautiful-monday-too.html' title='beautiful monday too.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115064727078910183</id><published>2006-06-18T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:35:57.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful sunny sunday.</title><content type='html'>it's a b-a-u-tiful sunny sunday. well not exactly sunny, but it's definitely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was out with cha and daph doing some shopping. no idea why but i just feel like squandering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with cha first. hahahaha. drinking jim beam at like 12pm is weird. hahaha. i want to laugh cos cha drank it with straw the night before. lol. tipsy over 5% alcohol. teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then daph came. so we SHOPPED. wahahahahahahahahaha. we shopped(with cash and without cash) from marina square to town. whoosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang around till like 6.30pm plus. oh my gosh. i love hanging around with them lah. it's like just H-A-N-G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. nonsense i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went back to marina sq to find the ncos+barker peeps for dinner cos smelly meow going off to sydney tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pizza hut for dinner. bishi bashi and photo hunt after which. gelare last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6180487(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6180487%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; teeheehe. dont ask why i coloured my body. the question's sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. i enjoyed my day today. =) hope you enjoyed yours to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh. HAPPY DAD'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings i hate leggings!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are instant fashion murderers. throw them all away! ALL!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;i hate lizards. they always threaten to fall on me. eew. i hate reptiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i love leather.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;that's all for my usual random shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115064727078910183?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115064727078910183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115064727078910183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/wonderful-sunny-sunday.html' title='wonderful sunny sunday.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115051239626796747</id><published>2006-06-17T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T10:46:36.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom kills libing</title><content type='html'>they say curiosity kills the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say boredom kills the bing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum has been complaining i haven't been staying at home for the past few days. i myself agree to that so i decided to be a good girl and stayed at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. i spent most of the time yesterday to sleep. there's no one online for me to disturb. hahaha. and i've nearly watched most of the madtv series on youtube. i was super bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was nearly murdered by boredom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but, i'm saved today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow's tomorrow, the day after tomorrow's tomorrow's tomorrow, the day after tomorrow's tomorrow's tomorrow's tomorrow, the day after tomorrow's tomorrow's tomorrow's tomorrow's tomorrow... erh, how many tomorrows already ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, see, this is what boredom does to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of miss school and class though i wanted the two weeks break damn badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss having to wake up at certain time of the day and zoom to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss going to lectures and tutorials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T108, let's go out NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, soon. hahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, hell yes. i can't wait for the bbq. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i've been ranting about how staying at home is boring me out, i still kind of think that home is the safest place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when i'm running low on cash. hahahahahhahahahahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115051239626796747?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115051239626796747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115051239626796747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/boredom-kills-libing.html' title='boredom kills libing'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115039366414655978</id><published>2006-06-16T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T01:47:44.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high and dry.</title><content type='html'>i didn't know huihui's so horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6150441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6150441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i met up with the girls at causeway point. fancy them playing hide and seek with me cos i was late. aiya. but i was smart enough to find them. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss them so much. it's been AGES since i last saw them, especially yanling and youhui. i miss my usual crapping routine with them in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we makan at pastamania and camwhored. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6150430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6150430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; huihui and youhui. AWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6150425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6150425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and yanling. heeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6150424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6150424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; us. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIA: stella. miss that hardworking girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we hang around till 3 plus and i headed down to cityhall to meet up with fadhli and stuart. guess what? pastamania again. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then more people came to join us and we headed down to vch for the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6150456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6150456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's ACJC band! they're going to sydney this coming monday for competition. all the best! bring back glory!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6150462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6150462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; woo that's everyone of us with mel and justin! meow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6150463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6150463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and meow. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6150477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6150477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; olsen, me and yiangshan. with fad and fred's smelly arses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6150482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6150482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; everyone of us again. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's really been a good(i meant it) day, like totally. i had my dosage of happiness today. i want more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i cannot wait to see everyone again! teehee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;meanwhile, everyone please take good care of yourselves. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the song "dancing queen" is stuck in my head. gosh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115039366414655978?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115039366414655978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115039366414655978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/high-and-dry.html' title='high and dry.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115033446560001811</id><published>2006-06-15T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T09:21:06.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody angry.</title><content type='html'>woo. virgin video post before this. hahaha. that explains why it's so out of place. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that piece quite emo leh. i like the horn horn sound. so... heart draggish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been long since any song make my hair stand so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to play instrument NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. so yesterday was like the farewell bbq for the graduating peeps. the moment i reached there, i was like,"i think i won't stay for long." hahaha. i think the juniors don't really know how to organise such events yet. but, nevermind. good effort. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, really, i didnt stay there for too long. around two hours, i went off with shud, gab and mel. we decided that causeway point will be a better place to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to mac and ate our dinner. we chatted and laughed. hahhaa. walked around cwp and went to shud's house for a while. it's so funny to see mel laughing over everything. as in everything. she snorted like how i did. HAHAHA! it's contagious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so wish i could just stay over at shud's house and whine my night away. but nah. next time maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there's this big fat worm that sucks my gastric juices in my tummy. i kept having tummyaches and diarrheoa every morning. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to find youhui and gang for lunch later. heeee. GOODIE! i havent seen them for a bloody long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooo. i can't wait for acjc's concert in the evening. can't wait to see fad. stuart and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some serious laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to escape from everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a mental break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115033446560001811?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115033446560001811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115033446560001811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/bloody-angry.html' title='bloody angry.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115031136861417484</id><published>2006-06-15T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T02:56:08.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Canadian Brass: Quintet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/IWxtdfPTLGI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/IWxtdfPTLGI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115031136861417484?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115031136861417484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115031136861417484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/canadian-brass-quintet.html' title=''/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115022627469075732</id><published>2006-06-14T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T03:17:55.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perk me up.</title><content type='html'>u can't deny the fact that yesterday was a good day. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can foresee it will be a better day later. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;space out.&lt;br /&gt;stoning.&lt;br /&gt;blank mind.&lt;br /&gt;aimless stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jialat. that's what i've been doing more and more often. i still believe it's the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it is the weather. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait to see my favourite band peeps later. yips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of my farewell party with them. they freaking splashed half a bucket of cold water on me. mind you, i was wearing my beloved cheap nylon band tee alright. i remembered i got to squeeze water out from every piece of clothing on me. yes, every. inside outside. hahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were the good ol` days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm pregnant leh. i kept having this feeling that i want to puke but i can't. damn sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, but right, i think i am not cos my appetite is on the super low side and saya not craving for sour shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm not pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha the previous chunk of nonsense sounded like i was talking to an imaginery friend. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. i like the word imaginery. teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got seconds thoughts about &lt;em&gt;da thang&lt;/em&gt;. as in not second thoughts, but it's like, i can sense rivalry. hahahaha. i feel like dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erh, tomorrow will be a better day, hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115022627469075732?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115022627469075732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115022627469075732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/perk-me-up.html' title='perk me up.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-115013463029757347</id><published>2006-06-12T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:50:30.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nydc+town</title><content type='html'>went to school to hand in writcom(brr.). haha after which, we went down to holland v for some food at nydc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6120371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6120371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;meet hairyjunior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6120358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6120358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when hairy meets hairyjunior, junior suffers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6120360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6120360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you see, hairy wants hairyjunior so badly, he doesnt mind giving him french kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6120363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6120363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but thing is, hairyjunior doesnt want hairy's french, so he kind of forced himself into smooching. poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6120365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6120365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aiya, dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6120373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6120373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hairy loves hairyjunior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6120372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6120372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6120359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6120359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and dajie. hee. she's very huggable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6120368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6120368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hairy and me. hairy a bit. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6120364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6120364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; uncle shawn. i think he looks damn cute here. very kiddish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6120382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6120382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; daph and nicole, messing with hairyjunior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6120381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6120381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hairyjunior damn dusty. i wonder how many people actually hugged it before. eeeew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6120384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6120384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; us. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then i went down to town to find shud, mely and siying. ah, damn long never town with them alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6120390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6120390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6120389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6120389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6120391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6120391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and siying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eyebrows plucked. i like the friendly service at mac. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went down to balcony for a drink at 8 plus with sying and shud, and derric and daph. hahaha. kind of weird, but oh well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hate toe cramps. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. for more pics, check out the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-115013463029757347?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115013463029757347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/115013463029757347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/nydctown.html' title='nydc+town'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114999497123137058</id><published>2006-06-11T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T11:02:54.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P4080095.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P4080095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P4140006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P4140006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/us%20syf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/us%20syf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/19249607548223l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/19249607548223l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P3020014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P3020014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P3150037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P3150037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P2250024.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P2250024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P2100005.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P2100005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P2100003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P2100003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P2100057.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P2100057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P2100067.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P2100067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P2120043.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P2120043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/CIMG3588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/CIMG3588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i miss every single one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many of those whom i didn't take pictures with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories can be captured onto the camera, but, it's always the time spent, jokes shared and laughters exchanged that will always stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur. i really miss them many many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only 10.58am and i'm feeling so emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me it's just the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really miss them leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114999497123137058?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114999497123137058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114999497123137058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-miss-them.html' title='i miss them.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114993966266715432</id><published>2006-06-10T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:55:12.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like mum, like daughter.</title><content type='html'>i have been waking up at 6am for three consecutive saturdays. i mean, SATURDAYS!? gosh. that's madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like mother, like daughter. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true. mumsy shares the same thoughts as i do. hahaha. =) i love my mumsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. yesterday right, i was taking the train and i was surrounded by three couples. gosh. just one couple is enough to disgust me, in a way that they've got this i-have-a-gf/bf-and-u-r-such-a-loser-cos-u-r-all-alone kind of sickening look. brrrr. maybe it's just me. cos those three couples gave me the same feeling. yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not against bgr. i'm just kind of put off by their looks. i'm single and still ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two weeks of break coming up. go ahead and laugh. cos it's not even a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really want to play bari sax/bass clarinet now. i am so deprived of good supported deep low sexy sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. paragraphs. brrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114993966266715432?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114993966266715432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114993966266715432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/like-mum-like-daughter.html' title='like mum, like daughter.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114976979527271192</id><published>2006-06-08T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T20:29:56.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchy week</title><content type='html'>gosh. i feel like fainting already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work's piling up. more and more writing to do. i will soon be drowned in research and words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. i already am drowning. i need a float man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays will be like no holidays for me. i can picture myself doing homework for two whole weeks. i want to play like real hard leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. i really cannot wait for all those trinity people to come back to xin jia po cos i miss them a lot a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's impromptu speech and socpsyc quiz. GOSH. i want friday to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;itsy bitsy spider, climbing up the wall. down came the rain and wash the spider off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying for the spider. like poor chap lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. freaking random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114976979527271192?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114976979527271192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114976979527271192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/bitchy-week.html' title='bitchy week'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114960790986216293</id><published>2006-06-06T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:31:52.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love tuesday!</title><content type='html'>i always enjoy myself during radio class. today's dub and splice are so so so fun. BUT, splice can be a bitch too. brrr. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr there's no school, so most of us decided to hang out together for lunch and movie after radio. pepper lunch for lunch! how appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6060353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6060353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from left: yanhong, derric, tyler(the blurred face), nicole, shawn, me, wendy, daphne. =)&lt;br /&gt;MIA: charissa and tong. hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, most of them went to watch xxxmen. me, yanhong and wendy went to watch the omen. for those who wants to watch it, hmmmm, my advice is no, save your cash. expected cheap thrills and irritating ending. brrr. i could have use my 8 bucks for FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i went to meet tong and cha. those hardcore shoppers. tong went off. and i'm left with cha. waffles for dinner. hahahahhaha. then we chatted all the way. and home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, today's definitely a better better day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we do this every week? like lunch out together and movie together and shop together? teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114960790986216293?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114960790986216293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114960790986216293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-tuesday.html' title='i love tuesday!'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114943881665625926</id><published>2006-06-04T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:08:39.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>balloon hatty festival.</title><content type='html'>right. Balloon hat festival. hmmm i thought they should actually hold it at siloso beach. palawan is too small for the overwhelming crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, a lot more schools took part. but still as cool, though the feeling is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too tired to say more. see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040207.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un-sunny sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040204.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.sarah.val. ah, long time since i last saw them, esp val. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040210.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is bloody candid. i can't help laughing everytime i see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040217.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lazy to post up all the pictures of the bands that participated. there're way too many of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love how the balloons were freed. they flew far far away, maybe all the way to malaysia. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040287.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040290.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040291.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040293.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they actually looked like jellybeans floating in the blue blue sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no idea why, but i felt bliss at that point in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040298.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040298.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martin and MEOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha me with the balloon hat that doesnt belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;threesome. haha i meant trio lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us us us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexy fad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pic looks damn wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss NCO days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P6040335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P6040335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops. zat's mouth gone. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed the day out with u all! =) totally enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a monday. i didn't wake up with blues if i didn't recall wrongly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, tell me, why am i stuck in a blue blue situation now? my tears threaten to fall anytime, man. gosh. i don't even have a single good and reasonable reason to be sad. bahhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, i've got too much thoughts stuck in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you afraid of losing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this question is scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114943881665625926?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114943881665625926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114943881665625926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/balloon-hatty-festival.html' title='balloon hatty festival.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114925099930242241</id><published>2006-06-02T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T20:23:19.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phew.</title><content type='html'>yes yes. TGIF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS essay. done.&lt;br /&gt;Writcom para outlines. done.&lt;br /&gt;Socpsyc presentation. done.&lt;br /&gt;Speech. done.&lt;br /&gt;grammar &amp; APA citation test. not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is freaking insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last round of madness tmr. then, i'll be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my television shows. i miss my nonsense chat session. i miss my friends. i miss the time i spend with my bed(plus my favourite scented towels). i miss shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to sleep now. but i can't. gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114925099930242241?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114925099930242241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114925099930242241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/phew.html' title='phew.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114910523281751500</id><published>2006-06-01T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T09:28:13.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate hectic life.</title><content type='html'>i hate hectic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even take a break and watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even have decent crappy chats with my people.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even daydream my day off.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even talk to my mama about school.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even meet up with my friends out of np like how i used to do so.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even think properly.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even comprehend simple sentences.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even follow good sleeping habits.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even eat properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brrr. 3 more days, libing! 3 more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my motivation to work hard for the three days is BALLOON HATTY FESTIVAL on sunday! that means sentosa. teehee. can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to fall sick soon. dry throat, wet nose. aye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114910523281751500?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114910523281751500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114910523281751500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hate-hectic-life.html' title='i hate hectic life.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114898749577519365</id><published>2006-05-30T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:14:10.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOHOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BM&lt;/strong&gt;: pau xian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABM&lt;/strong&gt;: shafiqah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DM&lt;/strong&gt;: sharifah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADM&lt;/strong&gt;: sin zhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;secretary&lt;/strong&gt;: daphne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treasurer(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Xing Yi + Wan Yuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Librarian(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Jia Huan + Vivien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uniform Master(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Pei Huan + Joanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quarter Master(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Sarah + Jun Rong etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welfare&lt;/strong&gt;: Juliana + Maurice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SLs / ASLs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flute:&lt;/strong&gt; Gerald / Juliana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarinet&lt;/strong&gt;: Joanne / Vivien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Percussion&lt;/strong&gt;: Sharifah / Yiyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trumpet&lt;/strong&gt;: Agatha / Jun Rong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;French Horn&lt;/strong&gt;: Ida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saxophone&lt;/strong&gt;: Shafiqah / Wan Yuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trombone:&lt;/strong&gt; Jannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuba&lt;/strong&gt;: Maurice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh, 2006, ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i don't know how to cite websites lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see this is what writcom and APA citations do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i got that from badbrain's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me how i reacted. ask the current committee how they will react to the current situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if any of the new committee members happen to pass by my blog, all i want to say is all the best. you all may still be young leaders of the band but if there're any problems and you don't know how to tackle them, don't be shy. you can always ask me or any of your seniors to help you all out. i am more than willing to help if you guys have the desire to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye. no idea why. maybe it's in me. i still feel attached to the band, the band that i once ruled. oh my, i can just go on and on about band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. i think i'll go and finish up my essay and all those brrrr citations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really think i am going to die after i finish all my assignments by this week. BAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114898749577519365?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114898749577519365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114898749577519365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/05/boohoo.html' title='BOOHOO'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114890688291291082</id><published>2006-05-29T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T20:48:02.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brrrrr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;things to be done by this week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- IS essay&lt;br /&gt;- Writcom paragraphs&lt;br /&gt;- Socpsyc presentation&lt;br /&gt;- Study grammar and APA citations test&lt;br /&gt;- Prepare myself for impromptu speech mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see myself staying up late at night and into the morning to do my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bingbongbiang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114890688291291082?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114890688291291082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114890688291291082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/05/brrrrr.html' title='brrrrr.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114874606899699454</id><published>2006-05-27T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T08:26:07.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>symc.</title><content type='html'>i am so tired of uploading all the photos up here so i think i shall just sum up the whole of today with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended Singapore Youth Media Conference in the morning. we were naughty people so we skipped the parallel sessions and went to city hall. teehee. i love marina square many many because it is like mini town stuck in a building. damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then left with me, tong and cha. we hang around for dinner at &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; xiao long bao place(shudfernsyingmely should know where the hell it is). damn it was still yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to esplanade and slacked at the cushions area. my goodness. i love the two of them. they made me laugh till i tear. i havent been laughing so hard with girls since dogs-know-when. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the outdoor performance was a mini blast. i love their voices. they made me love gwen stefani's cool more and more. so far, i think that's the best outdoor performance i've ever seen at esplanade. with comparison to two other performances, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious mugging tmr. not only mugging but writing essay too. i think i can suffocate and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch xxxmen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114874606899699454?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114874606899699454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114874606899699454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/05/symc.html' title='symc.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114865910590887420</id><published>2006-05-26T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T23:58:26.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my fabulous friday</title><content type='html'>i love towning with T108. hee. so happened three groups of us were in town doing our project. hence, we met up for lunch at long john at far east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5260132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5260132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me, wendy, daph and uncle shaun. =) my group members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5260133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5260133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the girls unite! oh, the walls are freaking dirty by the way. check out my *coughs* sexy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. joking lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we're done with part of our project, we went to shop. window shop to be exact. well, at least for me. haha. i'm trying to resist temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5260135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5260135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cha was trying out her top while i started to find this piece of big mirror at mango. nice nice. on the left is our model wannabe, joshua. haha. wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5260137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5260137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then tong joined me. sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5260139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5260139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hahaha. wannabe trying to look cool. chacha and me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5260140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5260140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; awww. the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5260138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5260138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all of us. i love their company. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left them and went to meet smelly fart and stuartish bitch for some catching up. yadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to meet badbrain, loyi and chui rhong for jia's concert. man i almost forget about it. but nevertheless, i'm still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5260144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5260144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yes. that's the name of their concert. hahaha vibrato. hahahahaha. sorry but i think it's really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5260146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5260146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; heee. i miss riverside. i miss my classmates especially, youhui and co. hahaha. actually i miss youhui a lot. i miss her crappings. i miss how she patronises my not-so-funny shit. i miss my physics lessons with her. hahaha. we're always being screamed at by miss tan cos we talked too much. aiya, i miss secondary school life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;waking up at 5.30am on a saturday morning is a pain in my arse. brrrrr. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want to watch xxxmen. hee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;say you love me too. quick. say! hahahahahahaha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114865910590887420?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114865910590887420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114865910590887420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-fabulous-friday.html' title='my fabulous friday'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114860300053899405</id><published>2006-05-26T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T08:23:20.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T108 in writcom.</title><content type='html'>writcom is so argh. hahaha. but it's not that argh when u've got a camera and a bunch of great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5250170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5250170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; meet mr sharpe, my advisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5250167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5250167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see. they are all so hardworking. but who knows, maybe they are all chatting on msn with the i-am-freaking-hardworking faces. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5250168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5250168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; these are the guys. oh. i just realise the guys and the girls in our class are kind of separated. like girls one side guys one side kind of thing. hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/tong.me.cha..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/tong.me.cha..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's tong me and cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/tong.me.cha.charlieangels..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/tong.me.cha.charlieangels..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; us again. haha shorts day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh check out other photos at cha's blog. i ripped off the last two from her blog. teehee. i dont want to post her whole entry up here lah. so go and see others there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i've got no school today. but got to do project. oh well, it's going to be fun cos i'll go around video people doing funny things. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when will you know, my dear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114860300053899405?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114860300053899405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114860300053899405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/05/t108-in-writcom.html' title='T108 in writcom.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114839209295583453</id><published>2006-05-23T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T08:43:33.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random pics</title><content type='html'>when your students are early for your radio class, this is what they do while waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5220134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5220134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they tried so hard to climb up the door even though they know it's impossible to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5220135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5220135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sleeping while standing is no longer an uncommon sight. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5220136.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5220136.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see their non-human selves in the reflective glass is almost as traumatising as seeing &lt;em&gt;things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5220132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5220132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;near-to-dead humans do exist. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5220131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5220131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5220130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5220130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but life still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5220127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5220127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5220126.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5220126.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5220129.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5220129.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;we still love radio class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114839209295583453?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114839209295583453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114839209295583453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-pics.html' title='random pics'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114831135903437846</id><published>2006-05-22T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:22:39.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another monday</title><content type='html'>yes it's monday again. i'm less blue today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said yesterday i was supposed to mug with melmel right? teehee. she came over to my place and we did mug, for like ten minutes? we just chatted the whole afternoon away. =) i love it. but next time we must really mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt my lesson last week so i slept slightly earlier. turned out that my day wasn't bad. as in i stone lesser, rant lesser, enjoy more and pay attention more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss chatting with fern and shud. i've got LOTS to tell them. hahaha i kind of miss chatting with badbrain too. though i always see her in school and get shocked by her not-so-adorable face. hahaha kidding lah. i miss chatting with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just farted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more month and i can get to see all those trinity people back in singapore again. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;look at the sky, wondering why, everything's going underground...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114831135903437846?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114831135903437846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114831135903437846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-monday.html' title='another monday'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114814044912539383</id><published>2006-05-20T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T23:54:31.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MI carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5200214.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5200214.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; met up with yaya to go to MI's carnival to find our favourite DJ, Jannah! hahaha. MI's small though. i kept going in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5200205.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5200205.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i miss their company. i miss working and slacking with them. hahaha. i learn melayu from them eh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5200221.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5200221.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sweets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;great singapore sales is my favourite event of every year. nice clothings going down to super duper low prices. that means more clothes! teehee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think i have to quit the habit of going to zara every sat. because everytime i'm there, i'll never leave the place empty-handed. i can see wings attached to my S11. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when i see the assignment piling up, i can see my white hair growing damn fast too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mug mug mug tmr. i miss mugging though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114814044912539383?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114814044912539383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114814044912539383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/05/mi-carnival.html' title='MI carnival'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114805768793030497</id><published>2006-05-20T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T00:57:33.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>far way.</title><content type='html'>finally, it's weekends. congrats to all who survived the week! i think i need a pat on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so great to meet up mel, fad, ys, stuart, benfang and jefri. had so much fun talking to all of them. i really miss those days when we all have nothing to do except talking. aye, those were the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to catch da vinci code. woohoo, it's good. but i hate how cheap their thrills were. loud sudden sounds to scare timid me. boo! hahaha try asking mel and the rest who sat beside me. hahaha. i jumped like so many times. bastard. but overall, i thought it was really nice. i'm quite traumatised by silas though. oh well. people, go watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erh, but i kind of dozed off around 3/4 of the movie. not that it's boring(or maybe it is), but i think i was really tired and all. just a few minutes and i can start having dreams. i dreamt of T108. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be going to MI's carnival later. =) whee whee! then steamboat at home for dinner cos it's bro's birthday! i think i should buy printer cartridge for him. then he wont use and he will give it to me. printer's running out of ink, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need my beauty sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114805768793030497?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114805768793030497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114805768793030497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/05/far-way.html' title='far way.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114791436856466923</id><published>2006-05-18T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T09:10:11.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird dream</title><content type='html'>i woke up in sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt my mama was dead and my dad could not get over it so he kind of get frustrated at us and all. i dont know why we have a shophouse, but oh well, it's a dream. then, i have some of my next door mass com classmates as my neighbours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am frightened. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114791436856466923?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114791436856466923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114791436856466923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/05/weird-dream.html' title='weird dream'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114788877743210710</id><published>2006-05-18T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T01:59:37.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love corrinne may.</title><content type='html'>listening to corrinne may's songs at this hour is a bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1am now. mum, dad and bro are asleep. the house is so quiet that when a pin drops, i will get traumatised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah that's exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week has been a bad week. all the endless, multiplying shit can really kill me. writing writing and more writing. boohoo. i'm trying to find a reason to carry on with my life. still trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i found. my classmates. =) they are my motivation to go to school, really. i cannot find any other reason to go to school other than the fact that my parents're paying for me to go to school. i love t108 many many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assignments are driving all of us nuts. not only in poly, also those in jcs, taylors and trinity. aye, everyone take care k? especially shud ah. u need to chill. when i read your blog, i can feel the anxiety in you. u worry me out. need someone to talk to, just come over to my house lah. we just sit and talk and eat chips. =) fernie, u better call me once u're done with all the essay stuff. i've got LOTS of things to tell you. and also the rest. meet up soon k? i miss you all lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love kenny g a lot. and since i am going back to band as a cca, i think i'll change instrument. i feel like taking up bari-sax. but, i dont know. maybe tenor. teehee. this is so exciting. oh, maybe percussion ah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my bandband days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! da vinci code's out today! whee whee whee! and i cannot wait for friday evening because i am going to meet nco peeps for movie and dinner. i miss u all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomness adds colours to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114788877743210710?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114788877743210710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114788877743210710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-corrinne-may.html' title='i love corrinne may.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114769490345011875</id><published>2006-05-15T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:08:23.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues</title><content type='html'>i hate mondays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never, in the whole of my past 16 years, been waking up at 5.15am for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i do not have enough sleep, i will not be sane. brrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;low concentration level and all. booboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i have a bunch of great company in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, jialat, i just realise i need to mug already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do all those multiplying assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i need sleep. hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate mondays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114769490345011875?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114769490345011875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114769490345011875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/05/monday-blues.html' title='monday blues'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114753551222287658</id><published>2006-05-13T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T01:20:44.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love t108</title><content type='html'>today's a very cool day. i spent my whole afternoon and evening with all of those who turned up - tong, nicole, charissa and derric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish the rest could come along. but oh well. it's alright. we can do this another time again! teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5130133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5130133.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way to cineleisure from wisma, we went to take this picture for i-dunno-what event. it was cool. babes and cuties along the street. ah it's really cool. and the polaroid's with me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, nicole and tong reached first. so we kind of walked around and ate lunch at pepper lunch. i LOVE pepper lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the rest joined us one by one. and some left. aye! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired i can't blog coherently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5130147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5130147.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5130134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5130134.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5130148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5130148.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our favourite brokeback! hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5130146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5130146.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the tile we gave to derric cos it's his birthday on sunday. happy 18th birthday, dude! SNORTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so after derric went off, it's only left with me and charissa. so the two of us went down to esplanade. oh, i love esplanade even though i was there yesterday. i just love the ambience there and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5130152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5130152.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah much more photos with charissa. CHACHA post them up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great time with everyone today. love the company a lot! we must chat/eat/shop/do whatever shit together again soon k? whee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mumsy day tmr. erh, today to be exact since it's 1.04 freaking am now. i got mama a cake. mum was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama: wah, buy cake for what? (i kind of knew she turned around and smile to herself. weird woman)&lt;br /&gt;me: aiyo, buy for u lah. mother's day mah.&lt;br /&gt;mama: dont know how to earn money then anyhow spend money.&lt;br /&gt;me: brrr.&lt;br /&gt;mama: i won 4D just now.&lt;br /&gt;me: =.0'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's super random. i think it's in the genes. cos i'm random too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love kenny g.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114753551222287658?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114753551222287658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114753551222287658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-t108.html' title='i love t108'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114744105877157353</id><published>2006-05-12T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T21:37:38.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meetup with hui2.</title><content type='html'>met up with huihui today. teehee. so many things to update her. we've been takling and talking and talking. hahaha. we went to borders and i had my ultimate. but not bitsy enough. brrr. and the tiramisu there, no kick. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then that woman craved for max brenner. so we went down. and woo! suckao for me and thick hot choco for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5120125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5120125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love the suckao. i think i'll get sore throat soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee. we both love our classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad this woman studies in KL. damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5120129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5120129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i so want to pinch her cheeks. hahahahhaha. man, will only get to see her in june next time. you take care yeah woman. call me for shopping next time. and remember, no more heels for shopping!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still want you by my side. just to help me dry the tears that i've cried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114744105877157353?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114744105877157353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114744105877157353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/05/meetup-with-hui2.html' title='meetup with hui2.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114724685681804357</id><published>2006-05-10T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:03:12.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no.</title><content type='html'>oh oh more concerts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACJC concert band presents MUSE - a night to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Date/Day: 15 June 2006&lt;br /&gt;Venue: VCH&lt;br /&gt;Ticket pricings: 15/17 bucks&lt;br /&gt;Repertoire: Carmina, movement for rosa, hunchback of notre dame, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go go go! must go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's one more. &lt;strong&gt;Ngee Ann Concert Band's concert&lt;/strong&gt;. details i have forgotten. can check it out with me again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;went back to school to collect o cert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, before i carry on, exriversidians please collect your certs by today if not they'll be sent back to moe. you can also ask your form teacher to help you hold on to it if you really want it but have no time to get it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, o cert. it's a nice feeling to have all the security guards remembering you when u're back. even auntie susilah remembers me. maybe it was because she used to hurry me a lot to get out of band room. hahaha. i really miss school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nostalgia was feeling me up when i stepped into the school. at some point, i felt like crying. hahaha but no lah. not that emo. i miss my teachers. i miss my classmates too. i miss band too. me and badbrain went up to third floor and we both walked down the quiet corridor to band room. the feeling wasnt the same anymore. *shrugs* i really miss band though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good to see my juniors along the way and having them telling me how they miss band. it's a good sign. =) work hard ah juniors. competition coming up in july. work hard! get back at least a silver and nothing less! don't let mr neo down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's finally the end of the week. cheers! and oh, i'm going to go out with huihui tmr. yes yes yes. i miss her to bits. shopping! whee. saturday will be going out with charissa. whee whee whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;monday at the disco club, tuesday at the disco club, wednesday at the disco club, thursday at the disco club, friday at the disco club, saturday at the disco club, sunday at the disco club, everyday's a disco club, see us at the disco club, see you at the disco club.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tune is so catchy that it's stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait for da vinci code to be out!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realise i haven't been telling mummy about school cos most of the time i reach home late at night. until these few days when i get to talk to her. teehee, sharing gossips in class with her is the best. she always has funny funny comments lah. teeeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm going to join npband. hahaha. i can sense that's where i belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114724685681804357?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114724685681804357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114724685681804357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-no.html' title='oh no.'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114709969999792737</id><published>2006-05-08T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T22:48:20.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AJC concert</title><content type='html'>AJC Band Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 30th May 2006&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Victoria Concert Hall&lt;br /&gt;Ticket price: 10 bucks&lt;br /&gt;Repertoire: Noah's Ark, Seventh Night of July, Orient express and other pieces. Pop songs like grease and flower fantasy will be played too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested parties please inform me. You can call me up or leave a tag here to indicate how many tickets u want and all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but i'm not attending. Just helping Arifah to promote her concert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114709969999792737?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114709969999792737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114709969999792737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/05/ajc-concert.html' title='AJC concert'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114697561103948972</id><published>2006-05-07T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T12:20:11.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mini class outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5060205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5060205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeny weeny class outing yesterday in town. it was just like a dinner/chitchat session thing. many can't make it so only me, daphne, wendy, cheryl, shikin, and joshua went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's fun to hang out with everyone. knowing more about each and everyone. we must do this again soon aight?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shud's coming over to my house later. homework together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i realise a lot of things are changing to everyone close to my heart lately. you guys know who you are. do take care of yourself while i'm not around to talk to you or hang out with you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just as i'm typing this, i felt something squeezing my heart, literally. jialat. must be too much good food nowadays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;everyone take care and you know, i miss all of you. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114697561103948972?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114697561103948972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114697561103948972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/05/mini-class-outing.html' title='mini class outing'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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-15820226.post-114688413050361021</id><published>2006-05-06T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T12:39:22.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures + booshit</title><content type='html'>i have second thoughts about joining volleyball. i don't know. but it seems a little wrong not to join band. maybe i'll go for band one day and volleyball on another. no idea. we'll c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i can feel the workload piling up already. speeches, reports. brr. no more slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5010131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5010131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know. i am very spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh i met up with mel mel mel ytd. ah i miss that girl. always enjoy listening to her stories. and yesterday was my first time to walk all the way from orchard to esplanade. nice nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we always take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5050145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5050145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5050145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5050145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5050151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5050151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5050154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5050154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5050161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5050161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5050175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5050175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/1600/P5050179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5846/455/320/P5050179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee. i love her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my. i've got radio report and speech coming up next week. i think i'm going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. erh yeah the pictures aren't rotated. heee. lazy lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15820226-114688413050361021?l=nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114688413050361021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15820226/posts/default/114688413050361021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoops-pulchritude.blogspot.com/2006/05/pictures-booshit.html' title='pictures + booshit'/><author><name>bingbongbiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13286020084182151738</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>
