<?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-1284359790129461997</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:30:55.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guessadoodle.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-7795609916811888603</id><published>2009-01-31T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:30:44.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chrome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello. I guess you have seen a few ads about Google Chrome. It's a new browser, and I'm using it now. It's really fast, loads pages faster than IE and FF, I guess. It's more for the administrative side if you get what I mean. However FireFox is still my preferred browser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't customise Chrome like you can on FireFox, so everything's just default. The design is still okay though. Not messy, simple and neat. The status bar is missing, and the navigational bar is much thinner compared to Internet Explorer and FireFox, so every page looks bigger than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SYRmVyPjTcI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/GnvL0oAHUBg/s320/screenshot22.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297471586144832962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had SYF rehearsal at the Singapore Conference Hall. It was great I guess. Got to experience what will be like on the actual day itself. I was amazed by the resonance when the band came in on the first note. It was dreadfully cold, so I was shivering slightly. It kinda affected my playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took pictures before our rehearsal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SYRteHiy4EI/AAAAAAAAARM/PeaB1KMwQF4/s1600-h/Picture955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SYRteHiy4EI/AAAAAAAAARM/PeaB1KMwQF4/s320/Picture955.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297479425883037762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SYRtd-TGuzI/AAAAAAAAARE/qYw1U1NUg6E/s1600-h/Picture954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SYRtd-TGuzI/AAAAAAAAARE/qYw1U1NUg6E/s320/Picture954.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297479423401311026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SYRtdrsVcpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5YJz0TIwE0E/s320/DSC04254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297479418406859410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last two pictures are the nicest I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-7795609916811888603?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/7795609916811888603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=7795609916811888603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7795609916811888603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7795609916811888603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2009/01/chrome.html' title='chrome.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SYRmVyPjTcI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/GnvL0oAHUBg/s72-c/screenshot22.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-3554023430831656234</id><published>2009-01-27T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:08:51.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whole.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm back. I didn't blog for a long period of time because I think it's pointless. My previous posts were all about my life and what I do during that day. Or sometimes, my weird dreams. If you notice in Blogger's Blogs of Note there are many blogs featured that don't really describe their usual routine everyday. Most of it are stuff that people will find interesting, and not whether you finished your A Math homework or if you peeked inside the girl's washroom that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while keeping this blog alive(by posting what I used to) I shall think of ways to make this blog an interesting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I ran out of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;Get my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Did you enjoy your Lunar New Year?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I looked up from my desk, now full of papers and illegible handwriting. She looked at me, expecting a reply anytime. Her eyes are a different shade of black, I realised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally, after much thought, I opened my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Yeah, of course,' I lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-3554023430831656234?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/3554023430831656234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=3554023430831656234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/3554023430831656234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/3554023430831656234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2009/01/whole.html' title='whole.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-7927910597337211710</id><published>2008-12-03T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:46:49.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xperia.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tech2.com/media/images/2008/Mar/img_53561_xperia_x1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 248px;" src="http://www.tech2.com/media/images/2008/Mar/img_53561_xperia_x1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This phone is cool. No Esther/KaiSiang it is not ugly. I think it's nice. It has nice functions. Heh. Get me this phone. I shall &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; be grateful to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xperia X1. Sony Ericsson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(quiz continued) from YingJie's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many hours of sleep do you get a night on average?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on who I'm talking to on MSN and what am I doing. My average during holidays is 12 to 13 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know the difference between mean, median, mode, and range?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you learn something new today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm really noob in MapleStory. And jump shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like to learn new things?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it depends on what I'm learning. Most of the time, yea, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you hate having limits?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limits? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has anything good happened today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you really going to dread this week?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I'll be at home most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like song lyrics are a bit dreary or have to do with hope?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you listen to music that your parents do not approve of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents don't know what kind of music I listen to. (Woah I almost insert a smiley face here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have any awesome teachers this year? (If you attend school): &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know all of your classmates?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you feel about the Rock Band 2 commercial? (the song is in my head):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it funny when animals twitch when they're dreaming?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is. My dog does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you remember the election between George Bush and Al Gore?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were you able to vote then?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the way, are you old enough to vote this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If so, you really should. Will you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever had a dream where you wanted to scream but couldn't?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even scream in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has anyone ever told you something you didn't want to know?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has anyone spoiled the ending of a movie, book, etc for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If so, were you mad/angry/upset/etc.?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll whine at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like yogurt by any chance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever fallen asleep in a furniture store?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you hate it when some part of you becomes numb?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you hate it when your nose itches really bad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do honeysuckles taste good?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever had a honeysuckle? If not, you are missing out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know that honey never goes bad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow thanks for telling me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever eaten any food that was a year old but still tasted fine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever found candy on the ground and eaten it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not FangYuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has this survey cured your boredom for a little while?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answers are quite pointless.&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter to 3 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-7927910597337211710?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/7927910597337211710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=7927910597337211710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7927910597337211710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7927910597337211710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/12/xperia.html' title='xperia.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-5746385593537699027</id><published>2008-12-01T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:30:49.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doo doo.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I had a weird dream last time. I think I'll blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like in this spacious room with 2 strangers, but I know who they are and we're a team of.. something. We were discussing about something really important when we heard a knock on the door, so I answered it and this person asked for the password to the next room. I didn't give it to her since it's my friend's room, but my partner suddenly said it out to him. The password's weird, by the way, it's something like "smoofoo.com".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when the door closed my other two partners quickly remove the wall blocking out the 2 rooms, revealing the other room. I was still kinda puzzled but I followed them into the next room. The door opened and that person from then entered it and suddenly my 2 partners started shooting it using guns like crazy. The 'person' then spilled a lot of slime, and then I realised it was actually an alien. I then took out my gun and started shooting it too, avoiding the slime it spits out at us as they were poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah in the end the alien died with slime all over the floor. The last thing I did before waking up was clean the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, but really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's a quiz I ripped from YingJie's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When someone says 'we need to talk' what do you think is going to happen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person's gonna confess something, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there someone you want back at your life right this moment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been mean to someone and not regretted it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh yeah I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever had to move on really short notice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know someone who has moved on because they were running from the cops?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has there ever been a 'chance of a lifetime' opportunity that you denied?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you were a hostage would you do ANYTHING to stay alive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of the hoax call. I guess so, but if he's torturing me like * I'll probably die just to save myself from pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever swam in a lake at night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever switched places with your friend at school for an entire day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever confused love with lust?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I think so. I still am I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever confused love with obsession?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been friends with someone who was very inconsiderate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If so, did you ever say something to them about it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you met all of your best friend's friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you love any online friends as more than a friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been friends with someone hoping that they'd change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you had a friend for many years and then they left just like that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been charged with underage drinking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you one of those people who look the same but just have gotten older?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How loud do you listen to your music?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite loud. But that's normal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you know that mentally your body isn't ready to drink until age 25?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When sitting at the computer do you let your feet touch the ground?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are walking down the street and a cat comes to you. What do you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stare at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-5746385593537699027?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/5746385593537699027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=5746385593537699027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5746385593537699027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5746385593537699027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/12/doo-doo.html' title='doo doo.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-5865357740713031671</id><published>2008-11-21T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:11:25.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abduction.</title><content type='html'>Hello. Something really dramatic happened this morning. I was woken up by my father's shouting(I can't really tell what he is shouting about, but I heard my name) and then suddenly my door burst open and my father ran in, stared at me and ran out. My mother followed suit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I learned that someone had attempted a kidnap hoax on me. My mother just acted out the scene for me.&lt;br /&gt;She told me that she heard someone over the phone that sounded exactly like me, and I was screaming and moaning "bu you da wo(please don't hurt me)" over and over again. My father was like shocked and he started waking my mother up really violently and saying that I've been kidnapped and that the kidnappers are hurting me(see, he thought I was I had gone for school and that was when I had been abducted).&lt;br /&gt;So my father was shouting and that was when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued sleeping and woke up at 3 plus to watch videos of aliens and stuff on YouTube, then I switched on the television and coincidentally it was a show about aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You entered: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fabian Ong Le Jun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;There are 14 letters in your name.&lt;br /&gt;Those 14 letters total to 59&lt;br /&gt;There are  6 vowels and 8 consonants in your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What your first name means:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="3"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Swedish&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Male&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Bean grower.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Shakespearean&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Male&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;'Twelfth Night', also called 'What You Will' Servant to Olivia.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Latin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Male&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;From the Roman clan name Fabius, meaning bean-grower or bean-seller. Famous bearer: Popular American singer Fabian, St Fabian - 3rd-century pope and martyr.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Male&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Derived from the Roman clan name Fabius; a name given several Roman emperors and 16 saints.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your number is:&lt;/b&gt; 5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The characteristics of #5 are: &lt;/b&gt;Expansiveness, visionary, adventure, the constructive use of freedom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The expression or destiny for #5:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number 5 Expression endows with the wonderful characteristic of multi-talents and versatility. You can do so many things well. The tone of the number 5 is constructive freedom, and in your drive to attain this freedom, you will likely be the master of adaptability and change. You are good at presenting ideas and knowing how to approach people to get what you want. Naturally, this gives you an edge in any sort of selling game and spells easy success when it comes to working with people in most jobs. Your popularity may lead you toward some form of entertainment or amusement. Whatever you do, you are clever, analytical, and a very quick thinker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If there is too much of the 5 energy in your makeup, you may express some the negative attitudes of the number. Your restless and impatient attitude may keep you from staying with any project for too long. Sometimes you can be rather erratic and scatter yourself and your energies. You have a hard time keeping regular office hours and maintaining any sort of a routine. You tend to react strongly if you sense that your freedom of speech or action is being impaired or restricted in any way. As clever as you are, you may have a tendency to make the same mistakes over and over again because much of your response is glib reaction rather that thoughtful application. You are in a continuous state of flux brought by constantly changing interests.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Soul Urge number is:&lt;/b&gt; 7&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Soul Urge number of 7 means: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a number 7 Soul Urge you are very fond of reading, and retreating to periods of being alone and away from the disruptions of the outer world. You like to dream and develop you idealistic understandings, to study and analyze, to gain knowledge and wisdom. You may be too laid back and withdrawn to really succeed in the business world, and you will be much more comfortable in circumstances that are tolerant of your reserve, your analytical approach, and your desire to use your mind rather than your physical being. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are very timid around people that you don't know very well, so much so at times that casual conversation and social situations can be strained. You tend to repress your emotions to the extend that some people have a good bit of difficult understanding you. You tend to be very selective with friends and you don't easily adapt to new environments or to new people very quickly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The negative traits of the 7 include becoming too much the introvert and isolated from others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Dream number is:&lt;/b&gt; 7&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Inner Dream number of 7 means: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dream of having the opportunity to read, study, and shut yourself off from worldly distractions. You can see yourself as a teacher, mystic, or ecclesiastic, spending your life in the pursuit of knowledge and learning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Got this from some website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulsadowski.com/Numbers.asp"&gt;http://www.paulsadowski.com/Numbers.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-5865357740713031671?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/5865357740713031671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=5865357740713031671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5865357740713031671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5865357740713031671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/11/abduction.html' title='Abduction.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-1907673291603593162</id><published>2008-11-15T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:56:39.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high-high- Bb.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Ian Tan. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early today for band practice. Esther instructed me and YingJie to reach(I typed 'rich') at 7.15 to help set up the chairs in the hall, but the school gate wasn't open until around 7.30. I could have been eating half-boiled eggs.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed in, prepared to move the chairs, but 3s+33 +30 called and said that we do not need to. What a bloody waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we began band practice.&lt;br /&gt;I won't talk much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Matthew and Ian came back today. Matthew took me for around 15 minutes of piccolo training and talked to me about everything. Felt guilty for a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-1907673291603593162?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/1907673291603593162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=1907673291603593162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/1907673291603593162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/1907673291603593162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/11/high-high-bb.html' title='high-high- Bb.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-157760353245025024</id><published>2008-11-13T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:10:33.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fu-</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SRw1Sx2G8nI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wmuEbaksmIA/s1600-h/fu-shufen..bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SRw1Sx2G8nI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wmuEbaksmIA/s400/fu-shufen..bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268144260850840178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-157760353245025024?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/157760353245025024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=157760353245025024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/157760353245025024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/157760353245025024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/11/fu.html' title='fu-'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SRw1Sx2G8nI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wmuEbaksmIA/s72-c/fu-shufen..bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-8597486259154338392</id><published>2008-11-12T21:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:54:21.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Retarded Adventures of Yeenah Part 2.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I'll be saving the adventures for the later part of the posts; I'll be talking about the previous two days, which were fully spent with slag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to WeiLe's house on Monday to watch the combo band people practice their parts, but it isn't really called practicing. WeiLe's house is gorgeous. Very nice. I played Patapon most of the time, so I didn't really take note on what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to YingJie's house on Tuesday tow watch the combo band people practice their parts. They didn't really practice actually. Spent time playing Wii and laughing and playing daidi and YindJie's vintage monopoly and taking photos and playing at the playground. Will post the pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had full band practice today. It was not that tiring. Oh when my section was walking out of the gate to have lunch together, we saw Mrs. Ong, and I was thinking what time was it so I can greet properly, and so I didn't really pay attention to whatever I was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Ong: *walks past*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Good afternoon, d011y 0n9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then realised that I called her by her full name, but I was mumbling so I don't think she heard. But still it was kinda scary that I made such a big blooper just like that. Oh KiHyun said "Mrs. d011y" instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Retarded Adventures of Yeenah cont'd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. YingJie was taking a video of Clement and WeiLe pushing Fabian and Yeenah on the swing to see who can go higher. After they got down Yeenah wanted to watch the video, and YingJie gave the phone to her. The phone had already &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SWITCHED BACK TO VIDEO-TAKING MODE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeenah: (oblivious to what happened to phone) *stares at phone, hoping the video will start*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. We(slag) were playing a game on the Wii and we had to roll the dice. It was Yeenah's turn and she decides to use the Thrice Candy, which will allow you to roll the dice thrice. You can get a maximum number of 30. However:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeenah: *swings Wii controller up, gets the numbers 3, 2, 1 instead*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. We(slag) were playing a game on the Wii and we had to roll the dice. It was Yeenah's turn and she had to swing the Wii controller up. However the Wii could not receive the signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeenah: *swings Wii controller up very violently*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. We(slag) were at AMK Hub walking around. Samuel saw a whole row of Gachapon machines and a banner which read "GACHA!". Samuel then tells us about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeenah: *after a while* EH GOT THE ONE DOLLAR MACHINE LEHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of Part 2. It wasn't really as funny as Part 1, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SRrf3sFI4YI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gG0zBhy1WkU/s1600-h/slag3%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SRrf3sFI4YI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gG0zBhy1WkU/s320/slag3%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267768861981729154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SRrf3g2db1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/5XzOY1oLRzw/s1600-h/slag2%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SRrf3g2db1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/5XzOY1oLRzw/s320/slag2%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267768858967371602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-8597486259154338392?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/8597486259154338392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=8597486259154338392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/8597486259154338392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/8597486259154338392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/11/retarded-adventures-of-yeenah-part-2.html' title='The Retarded Adventures of Yeenah Part 2.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SRrf3sFI4YI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gG0zBhy1WkU/s72-c/slag3%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-4738879779276023588</id><published>2008-11-10T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:57:47.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SRgvsVh029I/AAAAAAAAAOE/HFcjSHLLIL8/s1600-h/slag-+pink%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SRgvsVh029I/AAAAAAAAAOE/HFcjSHLLIL8/s320/slag-+pink%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267012202949565394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-4738879779276023588?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/4738879779276023588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=4738879779276023588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4738879779276023588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4738879779276023588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/11/pink.html' title='pink.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SRgvsVh029I/AAAAAAAAAOE/HFcjSHLLIL8/s72-c/slag-+pink%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-7061485843623739589</id><published>2008-11-08T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:01:50.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ponderponder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll miss Fabian as the one who used to be so close to 2e3'08 and drift away from us to his band mates."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello. The above quote was ripped from HuiMin's blog. It's like the second review of the whole class she made, but what she said about me was kinda different. Yeah the what she said was true; I did drift away to band. The quote kinda made me sad. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My nose started tingling and my eyes suddenly turned watery. I thought I was going to cry but then I sneezed. So it was actually the sneeze. What a waste of emotion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I had band practice today. It was quite boring. I can't think of anything else to blog about. I only came here because I wanted to blog that quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-7061485843623739589?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/7061485843623739589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=7061485843623739589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7061485843623739589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7061485843623739589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/11/ponderponder.html' title='ponderponder.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-6920801654963057291</id><published>2008-11-08T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:29:05.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brush.</title><content type='html'>Hello. Wanted to blog yesterday, but halfway through typing I lost all the things that I was typing, so I gave up. So let me blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at around 3 to 4 plus yesterday so I woke up at around 2. Had a little discussion with Yeenah and FangYuan on what time to meet before going to the NCO POP(Passing Out Parade). In the end FangYuan couldn't make it because the location was too far. So in the end only SamLee WeiLe Yeenah Clement and me from the whole of Slag made it. The others who went were UChan Esther Gladys LiHua Ian ChenQi and Samuel Ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the meeting place at around 4.40 'cause I missed the first bus. And three quarters of the journey my nose started running really badly and I had no tissue with me, so I had to alight at AMK hub to get tissue. But hey I wasn't the latest, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boarded 156(I think) to the CCAB or whatever place it is. Got seats and waited quite long for the POP to start. The BM band wasn't really good, the sound was absolutely soft, even though they were blasting. The trombones weren't tonguing properly(sorry Yingjie) and I couldn't hear the woodwinds at all. Only the percussions were nice. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And they were doing those actions thingy like moving their instruments about and stuff. It looks nice but I think it was unnecessary and it kinda spoils the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DM display was nice. But not awesome.&lt;br /&gt;So after the whole thing ended we quickly went to find YingJie and LongBing in the crowd. Took pictures and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to ToaPayoh to have dinner but YingJie couldn't come. We then walked to WeiLe's block(which is 40 stories high.) and played in the playground. It was kinda fun I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Homed at 11+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah that was about it for today.&lt;br /&gt;Ripped from Clement's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SRRsuUxwQKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fDpzJTLcuQk/s1600-h/slag%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SRRsuUxwQKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fDpzJTLcuQk/s320/slag%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265953407410127010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slag rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-6920801654963057291?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/6920801654963057291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=6920801654963057291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/6920801654963057291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/6920801654963057291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/11/brush.html' title='brush.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SRRsuUxwQKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fDpzJTLcuQk/s72-c/slag%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-2352763415785749636</id><published>2008-11-04T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:37:06.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ow.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day I spent the whole day at home. But still, I wasn't bored at all. I was busy playing Rakion(what!) and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a terrible headache. Urgh I miss slag.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lunia is up once again. Hurray for Lunia.&lt;br /&gt;Quiz from Yeenah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 1: ON THE OUTSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;1. Name: Fabian.&lt;br /&gt;2. Birth date: 30 January.&lt;br /&gt;3. Current status: Single.&lt;br /&gt;4. Eye colour:  Black.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hair colour: Brown.&lt;br /&gt;6. Righty or lefty?: Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 2: ON THE INSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;1. My heritage: I.. don't know.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fears: Cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;3. My weaknesses: I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;4. My perfect pizza: Lotsa cheese. Preferably cheddar or mozzarella. Pepperoni. And meat(preferably beef).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 3: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;1. My thoughts: Food.&lt;br /&gt;2. My bedtime: 11+ pm.&lt;br /&gt;3. My most missed memory: I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 4: MY PICK&lt;br /&gt;1. Pepsi or coke? : Coke.&lt;br /&gt;2. Single or group dates? : Single.&lt;br /&gt;3. Adidas or Nike? : Nike?&lt;br /&gt;4. Tea or nestea? : Neither.&lt;br /&gt;5. Chocolate or vanilla? : Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;6. Cappuccino or coffee? : Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 5: DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;1. Smoke: No.&lt;br /&gt;2. Curse: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;3. Take a shower: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have a crush: I think so.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Think you have been in love: I think so.&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to sch: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;7. Want to get married: Maybe not. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;8. Believe in yourself: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;9. A health freak?: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 6: IN THE PAST&lt;br /&gt;1. Drank alchohol: I don't think so .&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to a mall: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Been on a stage: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Eaten sushi: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Dyed your hair: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 7 : HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;1. played a stripping game: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;2. changed who you were to fit in: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 8: AGE YOU'RE HOPING...&lt;br /&gt;1. to get married: Actually not really .&lt;br /&gt;2. get a job: As soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 9: IN A GIRL&lt;br /&gt;1. Best eye colour: Any.&lt;br /&gt;2. Best hair colour: Any.&lt;br /&gt;3. Short hair or long hair: Long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 10: WHAT WERE YOU DOING...&lt;br /&gt;1. One minute ago: This quiz ?!&lt;br /&gt;2. One hour ago: Rakion.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hours ago: Rakion.&lt;br /&gt;4. One month ago: Ra- I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;5. A year ago: Moaning about how bored I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 11: FINISH THE SENTENCE&lt;br /&gt;1. I love: you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I feel: you.&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate: you.&lt;br /&gt;4. I hide: behind you.&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate: you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I miss: you.&lt;br /&gt;7. I need: you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-2352763415785749636?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/2352763415785749636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=2352763415785749636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2352763415785749636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2352763415785749636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/11/ow.html' title='ow.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-7843500863829646670</id><published>2008-11-03T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:15:49.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHH.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm back from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was okay I guess. What I did was mostly putting money into the cash register, using the notebook, find stuff and answer calls. Not too boring but still I would prefer the comfortable ambiance in my room.&lt;br /&gt;Oh when we were getting into the car my mom put her hand near some gap unknowingly and my brother slammed the door oblivious to the hand. And yeah my mom screamed and it was terribly painful. My mom cried and her ring finger bled a little and it looked a little swollen.&lt;br /&gt;It's really painful for you when you loved ones get hurt. I almost teared too.&lt;br /&gt;Oh but in the end my mom said it wasn't painful anymore and went home without seeing the doctor and was normal again. I was kinda skeptical. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 3e4 together with full Geography, Chemistry and Physics. Was quite satisfied with it but I don't think I deserved it. Keith got higher than me in Geography he didn't get it. I feel terrible. Maybe I should swap combinations with him. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;And for those who didn't get what they want don't be too.. miserable. Cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post videos of Clement and Yeenah. From SamLee's/Slag's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8WqB4tMAwWs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8WqB4tMAwWs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l2Qw2bDTG8Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l2Qw2bDTG8Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-7843500863829646670?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/7843500863829646670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=7843500863829646670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7843500863829646670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7843500863829646670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahhhhhhhh.html' title='AHHHHHHHH.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-7731528603370712753</id><published>2008-11-03T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:44:40.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before.</title><content type='html'>Hello. A short blogpost before I leave for my parent's work place. I need to go there to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I haven't stayed at home and rot the whole day away with nothing to do yet for the first few weeks of the holidays. I'm always out, for band, outings etc. That's good I guess. For my previous batches of holidays I usually switch on the computer and stone. I guess this is gonna be one of the nicest holidays ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go overseas, but with who I don't know. If I go with my family I only have my mother to speak to. As in I only talk to my mother. I wanna go to somewhere English. It'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I changed my blogskin too. It looks nicer right?&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm in my parent's shop and WeiLe smsed me saying that I'm in 3e4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-7731528603370712753?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/7731528603370712753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=7731528603370712753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7731528603370712753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7731528603370712753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/11/before.html' title='before.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-913659024438462302</id><published>2008-11-02T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:56:53.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to me.</title><content type='html'>Hello. This will be quite a long blogpost. A continuation of "The Retarded Adventures of Yeenah", a quiz(ripped from Clement) and what happened today. Shall start with the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I woke up at 5.30 very reluctantly. I wasn't that tired; I couldn't sleep the night before, so I stayed wide awake. Showered, pulled on my clothes and stuff. I hate the long black pants. Had cake and saw Deuce biting on my socks. They have a hole on one of them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father fetched me to school. Saw Clement and Alphonsus outside the school gate. Went into school. Walked around. Took files. Talk to Esther and SCs. Went to Bus A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SunShine Park is quite near to Zhonghua so we didn't take long, which sucks. Anyway we played Washington Post and had our breakfast and walked around with SLAG. Played more songs and walked more with SLAG. Played a few more songs and walked more with SLAG. Break time(for around 1 and a half hours) and played with SLAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound really lifeless here. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to J8 then. Had fun there.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh I don't feel like typing a lot. I lost my blogging touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz. From Clement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) What's your full name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fabian Ong Le Jun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Do you like your first name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) How long have you liked the person you currently like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 7 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Have you kissed anyone in the last 48 hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Did you cry today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) Wht were you doing this morning at 8 am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) What were you doing an hour ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Playing Rakion(what?)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) What are you currently doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I.. don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) Who last texted you a msg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- YanShan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) Have you told anybody that you love them today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11) Do you miss anyone now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12) Any plans for tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Parent's shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13) What was the reason behind the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can't remember. I think over something really drastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14) Is there anyone you want to be with now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15) Have you kissed anyone whose name starts with C?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16) Name someone who made you smile today , and how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SLAG. Oh and Yeenah. Her stupid actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17) Name a friend whose name starts with Z.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ZhongHua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18) Which of your friend stays closest to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SLAG! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19) Do you prefer to call or to text?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20) Was yesterday better than today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21) Can you live a day without tv and your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Phone no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22) Are you mad about anything now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23) Do you ever think that relationships are really worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24) Last person you visited in a hospital?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25) When was your last and second last hug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26) What does the last msg in your inbox say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Okay. :* haha, Feck *"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27) How do you feel about your life now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28) Do you hate anyone now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29) Last person you called?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- YanShan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30) Who usually sends you the most msgs in a month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31) Is your room messy now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32) Who will be mad if your room's messy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My maid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33) Your shortest relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- None at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34) Who do you look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Marcus. My parents. My brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh forget the Yeenah post. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-913659024438462302?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/913659024438462302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=913659024438462302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/913659024438462302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/913659024438462302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-me.html' title='to me.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-6158740693522809922</id><published>2008-10-30T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:21:59.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Retarded Adventures of Yeenah.</title><content type='html'>Hello. Haven't been posting lately. I shall update my blog with this post.&lt;br /&gt;Presenting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Retarded Adventures of Yeenah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. We(slag) were walking to my house when Yeenah sees my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeenah: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. We(slag) were sitting in my room while I was browsing through my computer. I saw the MapleStory Icon and we were discussing how stupid the game is (I also said that I had uninstalled Maple). Apparently, Yeenah wasn't listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeenah (sees MapleStory Icon): EH EH MAPLE EH MAPLE I WANT TO PLAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. We(slag) were in my condominium's playground. There was this blue thing that can sway up and down on each side(like a see-saw). Yeenah was on one side and Clement started to climb onto the other side. FYI: Clement's very heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeenah: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. We(slag) were in my condominium's playground. There was this tube thing that has a big hole in the middle and you can sit on the tube and spin it around. We were sitting on it when suddenly the tube went very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeenah: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;. We(slag) were in my condominium's playground. We were playing on the tube. We decided to leave FangYuan and Yeenah on the tube and we spun the tube really fast. Yeenah immediately stood up and stand in the middle while FangYuan was spinning around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeenah: *stares helplessy while FY was spinning around her*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;. We(slag) were in my condominium's playground. We were playing on the tube. We decided to leave FangYuan, Yeenah and me on the tube and see who will fall out the fastest. Clement was spinning the thing. Samuel Lee joined in. The tube went really fast and FangYuan stood up and stood in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeenah: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. *helds on to FangYuan's shirt helplessly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;. We(slag) were in my condominium's playground. We were playing on the tube. We decided to leave FangYuan, Yeenah and me on the tube and see who will fall out the fastest. Clement was spinning the thing. Samuel Lee joined in. The tube went really fast and FangYuan stood up and stood in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeenah: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. *falls down right in front of the camera in which Sam set up to take a video of it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(video will be on Sam's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;. We(slag) were going back up to my house. At the lift landing, you have to either go to the left or right. We were supposed to go to the right. I pretended to go to the left then proceed to the right. The rest followed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeenah: *carries on walking to the left. turns around.* EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;. We(slag) went to Hougang Mall to grab a drink and we decided to walk around in FairPrice. We then saw a shelf full of goodies(like orange skin, dried mango etc.) We were discussing about them and Yeenah wasn't listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeenah: (suddenly) EH I LIKE THE SKIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;. (cont'd) FangYuan burst out laughing really loudly and accidentally spat out a pearl onto the floor. We then carried on walking when I turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeenah: (oblivious to the pearl) *steps on pearl and drag her feet around*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;. We(slag) were walking back to my house. On the way Yeenah was caught in some spider webs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeenah: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. *waves her hands around wildly and slaps the air in front of her*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;. We(slag) were back at the lift landing. Yeenah was determined to walk in the right direction this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeenah: I'M SMART. *walks towards the wrong direction*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-6158740693522809922?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/6158740693522809922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=6158740693522809922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/6158740693522809922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/6158740693522809922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/10/retarded-adventures-of-yeenah.html' title='The Retarded Adventures of Yeenah.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-454115851422798165</id><published>2008-10-08T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:07:22.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull.</title><content type='html'>Hello. It feels really wonderful to spread my fingers all over the keyboard once again, after the ban for about two weeks, although I did sneak a little using my brother's computer. Exams area officially over, I guess, and it's a few more months before we start slugging our heads off for exams again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the December holidays will start once week earlier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, it'll start at the last week of October. Rather kind for the MOE. We all need that break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall talk about exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English Paper 1&lt;/span&gt; was okay, I guess, but "Childhood Memories" is definitely not my ideal choice for a title. It seemed the easier of the given topics, so I went ahead with it. Wrote about my grandfather's childhood. Was rather corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese Paper 1&lt;/span&gt; was stupid. My letter writing kinda screwed up(according to what the Chenster said when I met her today) and my essay was crappy. I thought 心臟病 was heart cancer, which totally screwed it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English Paper 2&lt;/span&gt; was easy. I had no difficulty, except a bit on the vocabulary section and on finding the points for summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geography&lt;/span&gt; was quite a killer, I think. I regret not studying harder for it, or I could've scored quite high for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese Paper 2&lt;/span&gt; was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Literature&lt;/span&gt; was worse than Geography. I left a question blank(not really blank; I wrote a bit) which is worth 25 marks. And I can kill Ms Ling for setting that stupid unseen poem which I am sure many of us have a problem with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt; was quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt; was quite a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I'm still determined to take up Literature and Biology, although what Esther said was kinda true(that I'll have 4 subjects to burst my memory). And yes it's Ian's combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall do quizzes. The first one's from Dwayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;RULE #1 : People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;RULE #2 : Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Yes I do. You have a problem with that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What if you fall in front of the whole school? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I'll push w0n9 +0n9 L13W off a cliff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Do you enjoy going school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Yes, of course. I treat Zhonghua as my second home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Not really, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What do you want to tell the person you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Whats your favourite colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I'm not sure. I have three- White, black and lime green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What's your favourite game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Hopskotch. No, 72 stones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. From 1 to 10 rate yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Some number from 1 to 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What kinda people do you hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. What do you enjoy doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eh, listening to music on my cellphone, I guess. Oh, and playing my flute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Name 5 friends you trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Five? Samuel Ang. That's all I can think of, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. If you had a wish from genie what would you wish for ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;That I'll waste this wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Name a song you totally hate to the core :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Apologise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. If you had a billion dollar what would you do with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;There's no such thing as a "billion dollar", but a "billion dollarS".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What are you proud of yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Everything. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Single and Rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Being loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Is there anything that make you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flute with gold keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. If you had only one last minute to be on this world, what would you say ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I'll sing a song entitled &lt;/span&gt;"One Minute".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. 5 people i tagged :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Your mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next one's from Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1]The first peson who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2]Your relationship with him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3]Your five impressions of him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart? Intelligent. Wise. Clever. Poignant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4]The most memorable thing he/she did for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5]The most memorable thing he/she said to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dohh wannn neh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6]If he/she becomes your lover you will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. I don't want to be another Andrique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7]If he/she becomes your lover, wat thing would she have to improve on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything(copies Vikki).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8]If he/she becomes your enemy you will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push her table. (You know I wrote this like 3 times because I keep accidentally deleting it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9]If he/she became your enemy the reason will be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That she ate my chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10]The most desired thing you wanna do for him/her rite now is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push her table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11]Your overall impression of her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart? Intelligent. Wise. Clever. Poignant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12]How do you think ppl around you will feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh he's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13]The character you love of yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hotness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14]On the contrary,The character that you hate yourself the most is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I get jealous easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15]The most ideal person you wanna be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People want me to be their ideal person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16]For the ppl who care and like you say something to them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17]Pass this quiz to the 10 ppl that you wished to know how they feel about you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-454115851422798165?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/454115851422798165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=454115851422798165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/454115851422798165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/454115851422798165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/10/pull.html' title='Pull.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-1821099782557272818</id><published>2008-09-21T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:54:59.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm currently at AngMoKio Library now. Was supposed to be studying with SamLee and Half the Gang, but we didn't really study and now they're all gone. Leaving me alone in this library. My mom's at church now, so I have to wait a bit for my mom to fetch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I haven't been blogging because my parents confiscated my wireless so that I can study in peace. I haven't been studying seriously. I don't like it. I have so many things in my room that can distract me, like my dog for instance. And the pink pillow. And my wonderous bed that seems to call out to me whenever I take my books to &lt;strong&gt;just to scan through&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; hard, I guess. But I really need to work hard to get into the class I want. I wanna get into course A, which offers Biology and Literature, and SS + History Elective(sp?). I don't wanna study Physics anymore; it's such a hassle. Memorising is so much easier than slugging your brains to work out how many ampere passes this certain object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Library isn't such a scary place after all. I find topping up your prepaid card just to use the computer is kinda amusing(how, I don't know why). But sadly the computer doesn't allow me to view my tagboard's messages, so I don't know what you guys have been tagging on my blog recently.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I haven't touch my computer for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna borrow a few books to read. Bernard's my leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I'm missing out on a lot of stuff on other people's blog. The stupid computer takes such a long time to just load a blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'm logging in into meebo. Wonder if it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I think I'm stopping here for today.&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-1821099782557272818?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/1821099782557272818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=1821099782557272818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/1821099782557272818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/1821099782557272818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/09/quick.html' title='quick.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-7445019076433087150</id><published>2008-09-16T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:43:54.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gosh yay.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I added archives to my blog, so I, or you guys, can easily access what I blog about in the past. I'm still trying to make the boxes of different sizes though, but it won't change at all. I'll deal with that some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school was boring today. Started off with some stupid talk about drugs. It was a killer, I tell you. Not the talk, but the heat. It was bloody stuffy and Royson kept complaining, but I, being a good boy, kept my mouth shut. Oh, and when 2e1 left(they were right in front of us) I can literally feel a breeze blowing through my head. It was so much cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music was the usual; laughing at 3iL33n T4n(semi-censored, to prevent any teachers from knowing)'s ignorance and stupidity about 'MTV's. There were extremely cheesy songs as well which I find bloody annoying, like "If We Hold On Together". I remember in primary school, our principal(Mrs Chean or the new one?) was singing this song. I hated it since then.&lt;br /&gt;The other three songs were also annoying. The theme song for "A Land Before Time" sucks the worst. I almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day zoomed past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer was suddenly inflicted with a stupid virus, and icons featuring pornography were coming out on my desktop. Stupid fake clean-ups were popping out now and then, and it was bloody irritating, and a bit scary(what will my parents say about the icons?). Ad-Aware didn't help much, and I have to do it the hard way; downloading a software to delete those stuff manually.&lt;br /&gt;It was exasperating, for I had to reboot my computer to a 'safe mode' before commencing on my task. And while in 'safe mode', the icons were really big, and so are those in the Start menu, thus preventing me from running msconfig to reboot my computer. So I had to key in the stupid address myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleting the stupid files were really annoying(sounds rather cliche now) too, 'cause I'm really afraid that I'll delete the important stuff instead.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. My computer's fine now, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really cool. I watched this last year, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/clcza815sao&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/clcza815sao&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play like him. Haha. Oh, and listen to him gasp for air. Rather scary.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-7445019076433087150?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/7445019076433087150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=7445019076433087150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7445019076433087150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7445019076433087150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/09/gosh-yay.html' title='gosh yay.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-4137230611678260258</id><published>2008-09-15T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:02:18.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new.</title><content type='html'>Hello. As some of you may know, the previous post was typed by Amanda, and no, I'm not going to remove that post. I mean, why should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually found this skin a few weeks ago, and just decide to edit it yesterday night. Kinda took a bit of time, since the layout is a bit different this time, and I have to change to tagboard just to fit into that space. And once again, I'll not do links.&lt;br /&gt;The small music player is kinda in a awkward position. I couldn't find a place for it to fit perfectly. I even tried the space reserved for the credits, but it stands out too much. So the small music player will have to make do with the space below the profile until I find a perfect place for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I put this song on my blog before? Even so, I'll stick it there, since I kinda like it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this skin's original colour is orange and orangey-pink(?), but I find that kinda stupid, so I changed to lime green, white and black and a bit of grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End-of-year examinations are fast approaching, and I haven't start attacking my notes and books yet. Kinda anxious about it, yet I'm sitting here typing my fingers off for the sake of you readers. I'm kinda lazy to just open my bookstrap and glance through my Literature notes.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Literature, I'm still pondering if I should take Lit next year, since it's pulling my marks down by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe I should take Bio, I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much now.&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Happy birthday Samuel Lee:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I forgot that today is his birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-4137230611678260258?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/4137230611678260258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=4137230611678260258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4137230611678260258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4137230611678260258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/09/new.html' title='new.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-5190003068696595896</id><published>2008-09-09T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:31:17.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to FUCK.</title><content type='html'>Hello. (so cliche)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I masturbate every night before sleeping. My hormones are starting to act up. I want to have sex and watch porn. I prey on little girls and give them lollipops as baits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Royson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhhhh, Go read Huimin's blog. It's cool:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://miyostified.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-5190003068696595896?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/5190003068696595896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=5190003068696595896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5190003068696595896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5190003068696595896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-like-to-fuck.html' title='I like to FUCK.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-3033779557894185620</id><published>2008-09-06T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:19:54.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="resdiv"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="width:380px; border:2px solid grey; background-color:eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:monospace; font-size:11pt; text-align:center;"&gt;Fabian,&lt;br /&gt;your name's Secret Meaning is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight:bold;text-align:center; font-size:14pt; padding-bottom:6px;"&gt;"Gay"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;padding:5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_231.html"&gt;What's your Name's Secret Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-3033779557894185620?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/3033779557894185620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=3033779557894185620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/3033779557894185620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/3033779557894185620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/09/fabin-your-names-secret-meaning-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-1665253383981524118</id><published>2008-09-05T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:04:25.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a hundred.</title><content type='html'>Hello. This is the 100th blog post. Took me about eight months or so to hit my target, which is actually hitting a hundred posts by first of August. But hey, an extra month won't kill people, right?&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Sara, stop commenting that I should blog more often. It's getting annoying. And it's my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kind of down these few days. But after talking to Samuel Ang I feel much better. I always do after talking to him. The last time I talked to him was in July, I think. It's September now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. My mom wanted to buy a few Chinese assessment books for me to improve my Chinese in. To me, these assessment books don't work at all, except for certain sections like the Cloze Passage and stuff. Anyway, since I figure they don't work, and my mom insists on buying books, I recommended the books that my school uses. Both 2A and 2B.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hilarious, seeing that she had actually check through what book she bought at the beginning of the year, and can't seem to remember that I have already bought those books before.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I get to copy the answers when doing my school's workbook from the one at home. Kinda awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And that very day before buying those books, we were at the cellphone shop purchasing a cellphone for my mother(in which she doesn't know how to use about 90% of it). My father then complained to the shopkeeper, saying that his cellphone's a bit spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;You see, whenever you use the dictionary mode, the phone will tend to pause and inform you that it doesn't recognise the word you're typing, and that you have to key in the word yourself.&lt;br /&gt;My father thought that there was something wrong. The shopkeeper then took the phone, switched of the dictionary mode, and hand it to my father, saying that it's done.&lt;br /&gt;My father looked extremely pleased and impressed. I was bursting into fits of laughter then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. There's band practice tomorrow. Kinda dreading it, for reason I shan't tell.&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-1665253383981524118?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/1665253383981524118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=1665253383981524118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/1665253383981524118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/1665253383981524118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/09/hundred.html' title='a hundred.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-6769965222051558734</id><published>2008-09-04T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:14:59.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="resdiv"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;You will be famous for taking over a small country&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/small_island.swf?name=Fabian"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always see opportunities to get what you want no matter what the cost.  You are cut-throat and a capitalist at heart.  Let’s hope the country is a tropical paradise and not Iceland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.swf?id=42"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha. Singapore, here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-6769965222051558734?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/6769965222051558734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=6769965222051558734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/6769965222051558734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/6769965222051558734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/09/dot.html' title='dot.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-8249687792032114391</id><published>2008-08-26T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:23:51.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="resdiv"&gt;&lt;div style="width:380px; border:2px solid black; background-color:eeeeee; text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding:6px; font-family:arial; font-size:14pt; color:red;"&gt;You are fun and unique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding:6px; font-family:arial; font-size:12pt; color:black;"&gt;Your parents should have named you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding:6px; font-family:arial; font-size:18pt; color:black; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Clayton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-top:2px dotted grey; padding:10px; text-align:center; font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_232.html"&gt;What should your parents have named you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this stuff from Dwayne's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Clayton's not a bad name. Clayton Ong. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-8249687792032114391?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/8249687792032114391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=8249687792032114391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/8249687792032114391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/8249687792032114391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-are-fun-and-unique.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-5137668865968977068</id><published>2008-08-22T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:12:07.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought I just might had a chance, but then I saw something that totally destroyed my hopes for it. Never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. It's a Friday today. Looking forward to the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda fast eh; a week has passed already. Soon it'll be 2009 and 2e3 will be separated. I wonder how our reactions will be like.&lt;br /&gt;Like for me, I wouldn't really care, since I don't mingle that much. But then, I may miss the rebellious attitude against teachers and the 'too quiet' atmosphere we always create whenever questions are thrown at us. And the wildness during free periods that always attract other teacher's attention.&lt;br /&gt;And the class phrases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okeh."&lt;br /&gt;"I like it."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't want leh."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. They were rather catchy. Even Vikki's saying them. But it kinda gets annoying after a while.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'll probably miss what certain teachers tell us, that we're the weakest class among our Secondary 2 cohort. We're sorta proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;And the weird results we get every time for each common test. Like what Mr. Low said, our class have a lot of people strong in a certain subject, but a lot of people weak in that subject as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda crappy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I kinda switched off during the first four periods in school today. Kept thinking about the weekends and the 4 free periods.&lt;br /&gt;Recess.&lt;br /&gt;So during Literature, HuiMin, Amanda, Vikki and I were outside singing random songs that we didn't finish at all. And kept switching songs.&lt;br /&gt;During Higher Chinese, we went to the canteen to grab a bite. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was caught by Mdm. Lau and Mr. Ang for the back of my hair, and I was instructed to cut a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;slope&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for them&lt;/span&gt;. How annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had band practice. Was reprimanded by Ian and Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;Went for tuition. Took a bus back home. Stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-5137668865968977068?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/5137668865968977068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=5137668865968977068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5137668865968977068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5137668865968977068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-see.html' title='i see.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-457608953749906468</id><published>2008-08-21T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:20:18.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singing in the rain.</title><content type='html'>Hello. Not much today. Home Economics practical test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this video. Totally rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wbUcfL9BQhk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wbUcfL9BQhk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-457608953749906468?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/457608953749906468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=457608953749906468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/457608953749906468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/457608953749906468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/08/singing-in-rain.html' title='singing in the rain.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-5958853319161277129</id><published>2008-08-19T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:10:48.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why.</title><content type='html'>Hello. No I am not gonna upload the National Day pictures here. It's too much of a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;In case if you didn't realise, I have to click on the icon, upload the picture, move it to my desired position, and redo all over until everything's done. It'll probably take up more than an hour. And the time taken for the picture to finish uploading does not help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. A lot of things that have happened a few days ago are not worth mentioning. It'll probably just waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I cleared my cBox. It's kinda loaded with trash. Oh, and stop pestering me to update my blog. It's horridly annoying and stupid, if you haven't realised, for this is my blog, not yours. It gives me the every right to stop blogging once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwayne introduced me to a drama series a few days ago. It's called Autumn Tale, and it's in Korean. I used to dislike watching long drama shows, but I kinda changed my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;It's really sad la. Sad enough to make me cry. I can't believe I just announced that on my blog. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Test 5 ended today. Not my desired marks though. I could've done better in Chinese and Literature, or maybe all the other subjects. I'm extremely disatisfied with my Literature marks. I got 18.&lt;br /&gt;I failed my Chinese. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda forgot all my other tests marks. Or maybe the subject teacher hasn't returned them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's about time I find another blogskin. Another blogskin made by thebikiniboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all.&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-5958853319161277129?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/5958853319161277129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=5958853319161277129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5958853319161277129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5958853319161277129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/08/why.html' title='why.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-5450888816277476432</id><published>2008-08-04T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:58:50.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heyyyy.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I just realised, after reading Amanda's blog about a handful of e3-ians staying back to 'gather', and recalling what I'd shouted after Joshua today("Loner!"), I began to think that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was the lonely one, and not anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I hadn't been mingling with most of my classmates at all. Like after Fridays, we used to have dinner altogether, but I nowadays(or every Fridays) just stick to my band mates and not giving a damn about my classmates. I don't stay back everyday after school just to have fun with e3-ians, and instead head directly back home and stone in front of the computer, and hope that some random person will talk to me on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whoops. I haven't been blogging for long. I succumbed to laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature's getting a bit more fun, what with all the 'cheem' old English language, and the way I elaborate on each point in my notes. I'm really determined to do well for my Literature common test, and get into a Literature class next year(hopefully with YingJie and Glenda and people who wants to take Literature too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I can't think of anything to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;YiChing: Aha. Okay:D&lt;br /&gt;HweeShien: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Claire: o.o I don't have a flute with gold keys. I want a flute with gold keys.&lt;br /&gt;Vikki: Because your answer is retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ian: I want one):&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, Vikki: NO. It'll cost me a post less):&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Uhhuh don't remove it.&lt;br /&gt;Dwayne: And die.&lt;br /&gt;HuiMin: HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;TengBoon: .&lt;br /&gt;HuiXian: Of course. I interviewed the both of youO.o&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: .&lt;br /&gt;YingJie: LOL. But your answers were okay=/&lt;br /&gt;BingShen: It's called procrastination :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Oh! And thanks a lot. Really:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-5450888816277476432?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/5450888816277476432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=5450888816277476432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5450888816277476432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5450888816277476432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/08/heyyyy.html' title='heyyyy.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-4743560069475759845</id><published>2008-07-27T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:10:11.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I actually wanted to blog about the Matilda's house yesterday, but I couldn't upload the pictures I took into Blogger, so I got a little pissed off and didn't want to continue blogging. Oh, and I was pissed because of other things as well, or should I say, other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially wanted to blog about them too, but decided to keep my thoughts to myself, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lest I get flamed by those people again&lt;/span&gt;. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to meet up and finish the English project, but I edited the interviewing section. I must say, I was rather proud of it, and is rather satisfied. Lemme see if I could upload it online. I tried uploading the YouTube, but it has to be processed, and I'm feeling kinda impatient now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4e5be62d507c7b4e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e5be62d507c7b4e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD28228CD1C2C59F21445310442AA2CBEC05B5FA.2B9FAA455A9EC7BB8C1B4346E4F6EAB4C2C85965%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e5be62d507c7b4e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D776oh9lUmwywlmm_B1k0VMFTB7c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e5be62d507c7b4e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330385449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD28228CD1C2C59F21445310442AA2CBEC05B5FA.2B9FAA455A9EC7BB8C1B4346E4F6EAB4C2C85965%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e5be62d507c7b4e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D776oh9lUmwywlmm_B1k0VMFTB7c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's uploading all right. Hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find anything to talk about. Feeling really pissed off and confused right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm addicted to Paul Dateh's music. If you don't know who he is, he's a really talented jazz violinist, and a superb vocalist too. Makes me wanna take up vocal lessons.&lt;br /&gt;I have thoughts about taking up a violin course, but then decided to concentrate on flute first. I shall get up to ABRSM grade 8 for flute after my O levels, then work on jazz and forget about classical, 'cause I think many people appreciate hip-hop/pop/jazz music more than classical. Classical flute sounds a bit weird too.&lt;br /&gt;I've got about a year and a few more months before I leave band. I should really perfect my runs, articulation and whatever that might be important when I take up a flute course. Wonder how I'm gonna find a course too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocal lessons! Anybody interested?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna a nicer voice, and to sing nicer too, of course. I think my singing can kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really short post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently waiting for my video to finish processing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not done. Oh, it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: It's not funny when the Wongster gives you shit in front of you face.&lt;br /&gt;HweeShien: I like to show disrespect to teachers.&lt;br /&gt;HuiMin: Uhhuh. Anti-Teachers!&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: I still prefer Extreme=/ Attitude her too; it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;LongBing: Hello:D&lt;br /&gt;JunTian: Aha. Thanks:D&lt;br /&gt;Amanda &amp;amp; QiEn: I heard that it's locked up. And another government property. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: The first part, that is.&lt;br /&gt;PeiRong: Hi:D Erm, sorry, I don't do links.&lt;br /&gt;YingTing: Really? Hah, it's kinda a crappy book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-4743560069475759845?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4e5be62d507c7b4e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/4743560069475759845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=4743560069475759845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4743560069475759845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4743560069475759845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmm.html' title='hmm.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-8929276714297299529</id><published>2008-07-24T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:10:20.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lids.</title><content type='html'>Hello. It's a Thursday today. Supposedly my free day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like today. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Something interesting happened during Chinese today. So we were supposed to do some activity in our 2B textbook, but majority of the class didn't, so the Chenster got super pissed off and made those who didn't do to stand, while issuing demerit forms to us. I tried to reason with her, saying my book was stolen, and that I didn't have time to buy a new one, but she said that I could've did it in the morning, and I just shut my trap. YingKang was super persistent, and being some irritating idiot at that.&lt;br /&gt;Then the vice-principal walked past stood outside watching, then finally coming in to so-called "reprimand" us, making us copy out the work 5 times and handing it in tomorrow. Oh, and Ron kinda attitude-d him, which made the whole thing seemed tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't any Home-Econs practical today, so it was rather boring. Went to the Computer Lab and did some stupid stuff there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was stupid. I hate the Wongster. Attitude-d her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;TL: Fabian, where's your exposition essay?&lt;br /&gt;F: *takes it out and walks towards TL; holds out essay*&lt;br /&gt;TL: (talking to some other person)&lt;br /&gt;F: *shook paper impatiently*&lt;br /&gt;TL: *turns around* Can you wait or not? Why are you so impatient? No manners uh!&lt;br /&gt;F: *walks away*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after school, I had to borrow the video camera for the English project(more on that later), and I need to have the teacher-in-charge's signature for the form, which is, sadly, the Wongster. So I PM-ed her and she came out. I reluctantly asked her to sign the form and everything. Andrique kinda commented on some stuff, and TL said something. I said something too, but I can't remember what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;TL: *to F* You don't have to be so rude!&lt;br /&gt;(I didn't know what I did, but I decided to play along.)&lt;br /&gt;F: I didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rude&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda crappy, I know, but I like giving her attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the English project.&lt;br /&gt;We did the newscasting stuff and everything, and we edited the video. Royson left, and I continued researching for the video. Then when I decided to leave, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I clearly remembered that I put Chenster's thumbdrive&lt;/span&gt;(yes, I borrowed.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;into my bag&lt;/span&gt;. I then left, and when I reached home, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I couldn't find the thumbdrive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. That thumbdrive wasn't mine; it belonged to a Chinese teacher who likes to issue demerit forms and screaming for no reason(but she is rather nice, when not teaching during lessons). I have to either buy a new thumbdrive or give her money, which is bad.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I lost the freaking video clip in which I was supposed to edit today at home&lt;/span&gt;. We were supposed to hand in by tomorrow(actually, it was weeks ago), and now we can't because I lost the freaking file. I bet TL's gonna scream at us again, but I don't think I'm gonna attitude her; it was, after all, my fault for not completing the project.&lt;br /&gt;But luckily, I saved the file in the school's iMac computer before shutting it down. Now all I have to do is retrieve that file, edit it, and hand in the project as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. I really hate projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I kept listening to "More Than Words", and singing to it(when no one's looking). The song, for once, talks about what we guys really want in a relationship. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;Clement: Hello:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: That's the whole thing of a haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;Vikki: Yeah, an old song. I couldn't remember when I heard it too, but I heard a brief preview on TV, so decided to search for it.&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Ang: Really? But Extreme sings it nicer=/&lt;br /&gt;Esther: Rah. Okay=/&lt;br /&gt;YingJie: CELLOOO. And LOL. Have fun playing it:D&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Lee: Shhh! Seekrit!&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: The way Extreme sings this is more emotional=/&lt;br /&gt;Keith: Hah:D Thanks:D&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Certain old songs are nice.&lt;br /&gt;Dwayne: Konnichiwa:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-8929276714297299529?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/8929276714297299529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=8929276714297299529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/8929276714297299529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/8929276714297299529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/07/lids.html' title='lids.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-3026380337832891665</id><published>2008-07-22T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:32:53.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bam!</title><content type='html'>Hello. It's 10.30 P.M., and I'm really tired now. Just a quick post and I'm off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of changing my BlogSkin, to a more darker colour. TheBikiniBoy makes such superb blogskins. For you information, I kinda edited this blog skin a little, but it's relatively similar to one of TheBikiniBoy's bloskins. I'm crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna learn a new instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop. Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: ..is a nice song.&lt;br /&gt;HuiMin: For some reason I feel like you're trying to curse me._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-3026380337832891665?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/3026380337832891665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=3026380337832891665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/3026380337832891665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/3026380337832891665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/07/bam.html' title='bam!'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-1011269794543566799</id><published>2008-07-21T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:23:47.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more than words.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing today. Just wanted to post a music video. The title's "More Than Words" by Extreme. It's a really sad/romantic piece uh, and I kinda teared a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag Replies first:&lt;br /&gt;Vikki: No it doesn't do that. Okay maybe it does.&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Ang: LOL. That you have to ask Esther=/&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: Yes I do thank you._.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: I don't know why, but you're rubbing it in._.&lt;br /&gt;HuiMin: NOD:&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kt7L4X4li_k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kt7L4X4li_k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying I love you&lt;br /&gt;Is not the words I want to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I want you&lt;br /&gt;Not to say, but if you only knew&lt;br /&gt;How easy it would be to show me how you feel&lt;br /&gt;More than words is all you have to do to make it real&lt;br /&gt;Then you wouldnt have to say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;Cos Id already know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if my heart was torn in two&lt;br /&gt;More than words to show you feel&lt;br /&gt;That your love for me is real&lt;br /&gt;What would you say if I took those words away&lt;br /&gt;Then you couldnt make things new&lt;br /&gt;Just by saying I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Ive tried to talk to you and make you understand&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And just reach out your hands and touch me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close dont ever let me go&lt;br /&gt;More than words is all I ever needed you to show&lt;br /&gt;Then you wouldnt have to say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;Cos Id already know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if my heart was torn in two&lt;br /&gt;More than words to show you feel&lt;br /&gt;That your love for me is real&lt;br /&gt;What would you say if I took those words away&lt;br /&gt;Then you couldnt make things new&lt;br /&gt;Just by saying I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-1011269794543566799?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/1011269794543566799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=1011269794543566799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/1011269794543566799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/1011269794543566799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-than-words.html' title='more than words.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-8195326274393747893</id><published>2008-07-20T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:27:32.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poster.</title><content type='html'>Hello. You know, it seems like my goal to hit a hundred posts by August is kinda impossible now, since I get so tired easily, and the thought of actually having to sign in into my Blogger account everyday just to blog is a bit stupid. So I'm gonna rid the goal off my wishlist. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It's so typical of me la; me quitting suddenly, not wanting to carry on anymore. Till now, I still think about last year's Secondary One Orientation Camp, where we find out our different personalities and what are our weaknesses and strengths. Mine was that I give up too easily, and that is so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, talking about wishlist, I'm gonna expand my navigation area to be a bit bigger, so there'll be enough space. Okay, kinda random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner at Soup Restaurant at Compasspoint. So we were placing our orders and everything, and this stupid waiter saw me as a kid and she went,"你会不会用筷子(Do you know how to use chopsticks?)"&lt;br /&gt;I was like, *shock*, then I almost gave her an attitude similar to what I have to TongLiew almost everyday. I felt super pissed and insulted la. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had band practice earlier this morning. Wasn't too good; the whole band sounded really messy, and I don't know why, but I felt kinda irritated by it. And the discipline sucks big time, although I did loosen up a bit. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Botanic Gardens tomorrow to watch MSSB perform(Dwayne's inside!), but nobody wanted to come with me, so I thought of asking my parents to accompany me there. I made a promise to Dwayne that I would go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much now. My eyelids are extremely heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;HuiMin: I did! But he just walked away.&lt;br /&gt;YingJie: Ohhh. Kinda affordable la. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: It is. I love that song a lot=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-8195326274393747893?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/8195326274393747893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=8195326274393747893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/8195326274393747893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/8195326274393747893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/07/poster.html' title='poster.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-2095598119920609275</id><published>2008-07-17T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:23:51.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 424px; height: 318px;" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c129/ong_17/DSC01051.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY FIRST BIRTHDAY MY FUCKING LOVABLE DEUCEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also a substitute post for yesterday, to make up for the extra post by the end of this month=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-2095598119920609275?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/2095598119920609275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=2095598119920609275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2095598119920609275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2095598119920609275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh.html' title='OH.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-3848898276886150624</id><published>2008-07-17T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:17:47.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gosh.</title><content type='html'>Hello. Right, I've got 15 more blog posts to go before reaching my goal. This is the 16th. But the thing is, there's only 14 days left, so maybe I'll double blog someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't blog for the past few days, because I have to study/Mom confiscated my modem/Extremely tired/Forgot. Really.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be catching up on what I've been doing for the past few days. Trust--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SCREW MY MOM JUST CONFISCATED MY MODEM AGAIN TO MAKE ME GO STUDY SOME STUPID SHIT TOPIC LIKE SETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of going to the Matilda house in Punggol. You know, the really old abandoned house sitting in the middle of nowhere? Rumours said it was haunted. But I really wanna go in and snap a few photos. Next Tuesday, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Researched a bit more about this house, and got a little freaked out. Maybe exploring this house isn't such a good idea=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching a lot of Fatal Frame videos lately. If you don't know, Fatal Frame is a horror video game in which you use a camera to exorcise hostile ghosts. A bit stupid, but when you play in alone and in the dark, it'll be super scary. There's this guy who uploaded his videos into YouTube, and they were rather funny. His captions, I mean. Like, for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Come back now.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(No!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Don't leave me alone..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(You can die alone.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's dark here.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Uhhuh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I don't wanna be alone... Yae.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(My name's not Yae. It's Mio!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Somebody.. Please find me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Where are you..?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I don't wanna be alone.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Too late you're alone.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm here.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Where?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm here..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Why there?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Somebody.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Somebody~?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Somebody..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Anybody~?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ghost hugging character to damage her*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ahhhh! Rape!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sae: Wait for me..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yae: Come on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sae: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*trees fall on her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caption: touchdown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caption: what's with all the falling? it's like, oops! Oops! Oops! Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he makes the whole game less scarier. Well, if you have a really paranoid mind, then I guess you can't play this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Lee: Zomg. You sure?&lt;br /&gt;HuiMin: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;YingJie: Lol! Hope you'll get it:D&lt;br /&gt;HuiMin: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Shakke.&lt;br /&gt;Glenda: Hah! About time too:D&lt;br /&gt;HuiMin: Read above content=/&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;MiaoWen: P.E lessons?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-3848898276886150624?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/3848898276886150624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=3848898276886150624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/3848898276886150624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/3848898276886150624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/07/gosh.html' title='gosh.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-7646115266398157514</id><published>2008-07-10T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:24:46.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hua yu.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I actually didn't want to blog, but since I already skipped blogging yesterday, I thought I should today. I don't really understand the previous sentence. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday. Or yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Didn't blog yesterday due to overwhelming exhaustion. There was Music lesson yesterday, and since I didn't bring my music textbook, I borrowed from someone else. But hey, the things that we're supposed to copy down are not in the book, and I was made to stand at one corner again. That really pissed me off; I might as well not borrow the book at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double Math was a killer. It was rather boring. I got sent out of the classroom for not bringing my textbook, and luckily Desmond didn't walk past. Aesthetics was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was band practice. Was actually worried about what might happen during the practice, but hey, we didn't screw up at all. Not a mistake. We just played through the songs Mr. Chew told us to, and they were rather good. Or maybe it's just my ears. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Grace wasn't sentimental enough, though. Amazing Grace's a very good piece to practice on. And if you play it the right way, it gives you those.. emotional feelings, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;We're allowed the play the new piccolo! Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday. Or today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Math was still a killer. I can't understand a thing about sets. Mrs. Chew(the stupid Home Ed teacher) wasn't here, so there wasn't any practical. An hour and forty minutes of free time is too much, I think. The rest of the day was just boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Chinese Common test tomorrow. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;HuiMin: Uhhuh. Tuo Jiao.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Yeah, and gay too.&lt;br /&gt;Vikki: *drags leg*&lt;br /&gt;YingJie: Aha. Nobody'll pay attention though:O&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Ang: The sperm and egg theory!&lt;br /&gt;Ezzul: LOL. Hi:D and it was just a remark. I wasn't angry or anything=/ and yeah, it was funxD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-7646115266398157514?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/7646115266398157514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=7646115266398157514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7646115266398157514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7646115266398157514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/07/hua-yu.html' title='hua yu.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-5245296164572739620</id><published>2008-07-08T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:38:41.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dark sauce.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I just had my dinner, with my favourite soup- carrot soup. It's more of a tomato with potato, since the soup has a hint of tomato, and the soup is filled with more potato cubes than carrot. But still, it rocks. I didn't finish my bowl of soup today, for it was too hot, and I don't really feel like drinking the whole thing up.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I talking about soup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was boring. I really dread opening my eyes in the morning la. Get my clothes, drag my feet(拖脚) to the bathroom and drown myself in hot water. Then I'll wait for someone to bang the door, shouting at me to hurry up, and I would dry myself and reluctantly wear my stupid uniform, and then brush my teeth and finally get out of the stuffy bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Then I would slowly greet my dog(and not my mother. weird) and would eat my breakfast as slow as I could, and then drink 3/4 of my Milo. I would then wake my father up to fetch me to school, and then wear my shoes and finally get down to the damn basement to sleep in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching school, I reluctantly open the door of my father's car, then walk all the way to my classroom and wait for the morning assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stupid. I actually describe what I do every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. Had some Youth Day celebration today. It was kinda stupid; celebrating with games which involve SOME people? Hah. But congratulations to 2e1 and 2e3 for winning the game.&lt;br /&gt;But stupidly, we STILL had lessons. Science was really boring, and Math was confusing. Recess was cool. Chinese was boring. English was stupid. Free periods were nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to McDonald's to meet Gideon. Remember the tanned guy who always(okay, not always) comes to our class with WaiHern? Yeah, that guy. He put on weight, I think. He's like, 3 years older than us. Yeah, so he was giving us instructions on breaking this certain couple, but we ended up doing random prank calls. Gideon finished up prank calling someone. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home. Played Trickster for a while and went for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;I was about to rant on this certain person, but I think I'm gonna be lazy and not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;Yuni: Hello! Didn't expect you to tag me:D And yeah, I had a great time tooxD&lt;br /&gt;HuiMin: LOL. I talked to you already!&lt;br /&gt;YingJie: LOL. Yeahh. Let's make the reflections really funny or somethingO.o&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-5245296164572739620?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/5245296164572739620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=5245296164572739620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5245296164572739620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5245296164572739620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/07/dark-sauce.html' title='dark sauce.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-596433876114384973</id><published>2008-07-07T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:52:23.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>splash.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm really exhausted. And full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Wild Wet today with YanShan's classmates! Claire couldn't make it, so we called her classmates along. It wasn't that awkward. Some of her friends were band members, so we talked about conductors and compare the repertoire and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. These were the people: YanShan, Ezzul, Yuni, Amanda, Valerie and me. I doubt you recognise any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up really early(not as early as the other people=/) to get ready, but it turned out that the other party might be late 'cause of Ezzul, so I decided to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't change(I was wearing my class tee and P.E shorts. HAHA.) and went out like that. A bit embarrassing, really, 'cause of the pants. It looks like I'm supporting Zhonghua. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;I missed a bus, so I got really irritated as I thought I might be late, but I was still the earliest.&lt;br /&gt;Paid for our tickets with much difficulty. Apparently, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BASIC&lt;/span&gt; Math comes in handy in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were retarded moments. Like when we were finding a locker, we didn't know there were coin-operated lockers, and decided to top up the Funky! card just for a locker. Another moment was after the whole thing, when we saw a machine for you to top up the card. We actually walked all the way to the entrance to top up. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Went into the water for a few rounds. I really hate my pants. they keep filling themselves up with water and float up, making it really awkward for me. Then I kinda forgot how to swim. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;We played the ride with 6 people in it, I think. It was cool la. We didn't manage to point the middle finger at the camera, 'cause we thought the first thing we saw was the REAL camera, but it turned out to be another one. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really remember what we did. We went to the Tsunami, I think. It was cool, but we kept drifting apart from each other.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. We sat the thing with two people. That was scary. The first time it wasn't, because my back was facing the whole loop. The second time was just plain, uh, scary? I thought the whole float was gonna flip la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More fun. Then we dried up. Then lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Ate like siao.&lt;br /&gt;Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;And sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is stupid. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: It's called interacting with your beloved teachers.&lt;br /&gt;HuiMin: YES EXACTLY. Everyone just wanna see how retarded we look up there.&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Is tagging everyday 'boliao'? Come on la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: I HAVEN'T DONE MY E-LEARNING AND I CAN'T FIND THE LINK I THINK THEY CLOSED IT DOWN AND I DON'T REALLY CARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-596433876114384973?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/596433876114384973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=596433876114384973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/596433876114384973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/596433876114384973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/07/splash.html' title='splash.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-2535790652217129623</id><published>2008-07-06T19:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:28:55.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>block.</title><content type='html'>Hello. Currently waiting for "The Ey(2008)" to finish buffering. I'm watching it online. English remakes of Asian horror films aren't that scary, but I just feel like watching a horror movie. Alone. In my room. With the lights on. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today. Updating my blog for the sake of it.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I kept wondering what is the proper term for posting a post. Posting sounds weird, and updating is for changing your skin and everything else, I think. Blogging is a better word. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for my Chinese tuition, but I don't really care. The only flaw is that you don't get a seat, and you have to use this stupid wooden board in which you place between two tables. It's kinda awkward and embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought bubble tea after tuition. It costs a bomb, y'know. It's 2 bucks for milk tea, and the thing is that they put more ice then the drink. I would prefer the shop opposite school than this. But still, anything goes when you're thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crapping. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So when I got home, my dog was jumping around me and humping my leg again, and I chased him around and everything. Then when I lifted him up to hug him, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he started peeing. On me.&lt;/span&gt; So yeah, all the pee splashed everywhere- on the floor, the sofa, and my shirt. I dropped Deuce and stared at him in shock. And he still had the nerve to continue jumping at me happily. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Wild Wild Wet tomorrow! Can't wait. I'm gonna wear my class tee when entering the water, although I'm already wearing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;Sara: .&lt;br /&gt;YiChing: Aha. Sending it to me will be a better option, I think, since it'll be such a hassle for you to come to ZhongHua=/ ong_17@hotmail.com. Thanks:D&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: I hope she reads it):&lt;br /&gt;HuiMin: Who wants to._.&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Sammo(?)&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Raj: Hello Sam.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Raj: Hello Dwayne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-2535790652217129623?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/2535790652217129623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=2535790652217129623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2535790652217129623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2535790652217129623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/07/block.html' title='block.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-313021950117947686</id><published>2008-07-05T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T22:25:42.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tooroo.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm thinking of what to talk about today, or this blog post would be kinda short. Surprisingly, yesterday's post was kinda long. It's been a while since I had a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Woke up late today, so I got my mother to send me to school. Didn't had breakfast, so I felt kinda empty. The usual; sectionals, full band and stuff. Mr. Tan came today, so it wasn't that stressful. But it was rather boring, for he kept stressing and repeating stuff. At least we don't have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;repeat every single thing&lt;/span&gt; for about 20 to 30 times.&lt;br /&gt;The piccolo got a bit spoiled, but I fixed it. It's still kinda difficult for me to reach high G though. I freaking want to play the new piccolo; it's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I shall get a silver cloth(or whatever Melanie's cloth is called.) and my very own baton. By the end of this month, if possible. The cloth is priced at 14 bucks, and a baton probably cost about 10+ bucks. I should really start saving my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After band, flute section went to the prata house at Serangoon North(?) to have lunch. These were the people: Matthew, UChan, Melanie, XinNi, ChekYing, KiHyun, Jaslyn and me. ChekYing's a real joker. She kept us laughing half the time. And Matthew performed a few songs for us using UChan's flute!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, so we went back to McDonald's at Serangoon Central to meet YouWen. The last time I saw her was at the beginning of last year, when I just joined band. She looks skinnier. Oh, if you haven't realise, Jaslyn, FangYuan and YouWen all look alike. Kinda freaky, eh?&lt;br /&gt;I remember during the movie screening in band camp, I looked to my right and saw FangYuan, but it turned out to be Jaslyn. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! YiChing came back to band, although I don't really know her. But I rarely get tags from my alumni/seniors, although she only tagged me like once yesterday. I asked her for the score for "Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence", but I didn't hear her reply. Dwayne wants it too. Weird thing though; I don't play the piano, but yet I want the score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. How little I typed. I really can't think of what to say today.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm going out with YanShan and her classmates to Wild Wild Wet on Monday. I'll probably feel most awkward; I don't know most of the people that are going, except for YanShan of course. Claire couldn't make it, 'cause she's already going out on Saturday(which is today.) and therefore is not allowed to go out on Monday. Kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be turning in for the night early today. I'm really exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Yeah, FireFox rules.&lt;br /&gt;Sara: *gasps*&lt;br /&gt;Vikki: I hope she really reads that.&lt;br /&gt;HuiMin: I don't know, something that will make you busy?&lt;br /&gt;SamuelLee: Good job.&lt;br /&gt;Dwayne: But I really wanted to see Mary.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I actually decided to do my e-learning assignments today(really, i did think about it!), but I couldn't care less. Feel disappointed in me, Mrs. Raj):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PPS: I may be going up to the foyer during morning assembly with YingJie for the reflection stuff! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT2:&lt;br /&gt;PPPS: My brother bought a keyboard and gave me the mouse that comes together with it! So cool:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-313021950117947686?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/313021950117947686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=313021950117947686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/313021950117947686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/313021950117947686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/07/tooroo.html' title='tooroo.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-5184879136985203526</id><published>2008-07-04T23:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:24:14.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo.</title><content type='html'>Hello. This is the 81st post. kinda fast, eh?&lt;br /&gt;I decided to try making typing in full punctuation a habit for my blog posts. That means I'll still be using half punctuation in my MSN Messenger. Besides, it looks kinda good in my blog with full punctuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, since I'm using FireFox, I'd noticed something in my blog while using IE. The navigation bar(the right side of my blog, containing all my information.) has a scrollbar, whereas there's none for my blog in FireFox, so I'm trying to change it, but I don't know how. FireFox rules. Use it.&lt;br /&gt;*ignores SiongWoon's remarks about FireFox. Cheers for Vikki's remarks about Firefox.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. That was kind of random. Let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up at around 7 to get ready to meet LongBing and WeiLe for breakfast, then go for band practice. Breakfast was okay(I didn't eat, actually.), and i met JunLi and Annabel on the way. Went for band practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite little people were there at first, although band practice had already started, so we waited for a few more minutes. Then the usual, with multiple flare-ups and lectures by Mr. Chew and out dear majors. Band practice was supposed to end after 2 hours, but it was dragged till 4 hours later, 'cause we were made to repeat the Southern Folk Rhapsody again and again. It was rather tiring, sitting down on the sharp edge of the chair, holding the flute up and wasting a lot of breath just to complete the first four bars. But hey, we still managed to finish the song, but I bet--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. My mother asked me to watch a horror movie, and I watched quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, (continue) but I bet there'll still be mistakes made either tomorrow or next week. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall type out what I watched in the horror movie just now. There was this group of girls playing a different kind of ouija board. If you don't know what's that, it's like a game where you call upon a spirit and talk to him. You have to put a finger on the coin/pointer, and it will move to the alphabets which spell out the answer to your question you asked to the spirit. You must never remove your finger in the midst of the game, for this will create a portal and the spirit might possess you.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the girls were playing the ouija board, and the pointer move. The door suddenly open, and a figure came into the room, but it is actually one of the girls' sister. The girl got scolded for being stupid and not studying for her tests, and when they got to bed, the pointer moved on its own.&lt;br /&gt;At night(okay, very late at night.), the same girl went out to the kitchen, and switched on the tap in the sink. No water came out, and the girl realised that the plug(whatever you call it.) was in the hole. She pulled it out, only to find herself pulling out a bunch of hair. Water then started gushing out of the tap and onto the floor. I don't know how, but the girl's legs started absorbing the water on the floor, and then she started puking out water. Lots of it. She turned around and screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of stupid, actually. But it would be nice to watch if I watch everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch after band practice, and rushed home to change and go out to AMK Hub where I'd meet Samuel Lee, LongBing, WeiLe, KitJu and Olivia to catch a movie. KiHyun, YingJie and Yeenah couldn't come in the end. Watched Hancock and I left for tuition. Then rushed home to watch Ghost Whisperer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely watch it, but decided to watch it today as the episode today features Bloody Mary, the well-known myth. But the show turns out that the myth is fake, but who knows?&lt;br /&gt;They say at night, if you turn off the lights and say "Bloody Mary" into a mirror 3 times, she'll appear. She'll scratch your face to death if you don't run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit2: I actually got a little scared after the episode, so when I went into the bathroom, I dare not look into the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit3: Deuce chewed at the corner of my bag! So now there're tear marks on it, not forgetting to mention that it's kinda slobbery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Not much now. I shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;HuiMin: Go find something to do then. Like take up a course or something.&lt;br /&gt;YiChing: I know you! I've seen you before. Do you have the score?=/&lt;br /&gt;==: Uh, your name please?&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Sara how could you? But never mind. You see him every night, so not pairing up with him doesn't really make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: It's difficult.=/&lt;br /&gt;Vikki: Uh, okay? But do you want your child to kick and shout in your face every day?._.&lt;br /&gt;HuiMin: I know you love my name.&lt;br /&gt;HweeShien: I kinda knew it some time ago, but decided to talk about it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Vikki: How right you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: I didn't do my e-learning assignments today! Be angry and furious, Mrs. Raj!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-5184879136985203526?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/5184879136985203526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=5184879136985203526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5184879136985203526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5184879136985203526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/07/boo.html' title='boo.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-2859657395443072420</id><published>2008-07-03T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:40:13.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I could've ranted on whole post, but I'd cooled down already. Oh yeah, I heard rumours that Mrs. Raj reads our blogs. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Mrs. Raj:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, during morning assembly, my hair was caught by Mrs. Raj. Few things to note: I just cut my hair about 2 weeks ago; the back of your hair always touches the collar most of the time; Mrs. Raj and Mdm. Lau may be kind of blind.&lt;br /&gt;When Mrs. Raj caught me, I just said, "Okay." and shrugged off the whole idea completely, but I wasn't expecting Mrs. Raj to actually refer me to Mdm. Lau. How nice of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, was kinda furious and pissed for the first few periods before my hair was cut.&lt;br /&gt;Watched 1e2 juniors having their P.E lesson. I don't know why, but it kinda cheered me up. Maybe it's because the game they were playing looks kinda weird. It was just throwing balls to each other. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Note: Sara and Marcus did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; pair up with each other. How amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the barber cut my hair, and it was kinda okay, I guess. But still, the back of my hair's kinda short. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was okay, I think. Ate at McDonald's with Royson and went to his house for the CE scrapbook. We didn't do much, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a long time to go back home. I could've alighted at my primary school's bus stop and walked back home, but I chose to alight at Hougang Mall and waste another 55 cents for another bus trip. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, when I was on the bus, it was quite packed. Peak hour. Then there's this child, about 10 years old, who tapped her card and went up to the upper deck. Her mother followed her, but didn't know where she went to, so she started calling out for her daughter. The mother was on the stairs, and the daughter answered, but the mother walked down instead. The daughter suddenly just shout, "WO ZAI ZHE LI LA. ZAI SHANG MIAN(i'm here la. at the upper deck)."&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. The mother was worried about her daughter's whereabouts, but the daughter chose to rush up to the upper deck without waiting for her mother. Then she shouted for her mother, as though to tell her that she's stupid or something. Hello, YOUR MOTHER IS WORRIED SICK FOR YOU YOU STUPID GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Just felt like typing that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. There was another case like the one mentioned above before.&lt;br /&gt;It was a few days before I chose my dog(deuce). We(my family) were at the dog farm or something, the one situated in Pasir Ris. There are quite a lot of dogs there.&lt;br /&gt;There was this particular shop with dogs in cages. A lady was at the cash register, and her son(about 8) was there too. This was what pissed me off:&lt;br /&gt;The son was shouting at the mother about stupid stuff(i can't remember what), and was hitting her and stuff. He was super disrespectful towards her, and was still shouting at her even though I was staring at them. And the stupid thing is that his mother wasn't doing a thing to stop him. It's like, spoiling him to the maximum man. Where's discipline? If I were her I would've put him into a cage as small as that of a dog's one long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got kinda disgusted and asked my parents to leave that shop, while giving the stupid boy dirty looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's e-learning day tomorrow. How dreadful. I might be sleeping early; I'm kinda tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;HuiMin: Lalalala to you to.&lt;br /&gt;Dwayne: Sigh. Yeah):&lt;br /&gt;Ranice: Whatever! Haha. Thanks:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you noticed, I typed the whole post with full punctuation and everything. I wanna see how it looks like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-2859657395443072420?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/2859657395443072420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=2859657395443072420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2859657395443072420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2859657395443072420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey.html' title='hey.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-4935853345976411561</id><published>2008-07-01T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:39:48.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm drunk.</title><content type='html'>hello. it's the first of july.&lt;br /&gt;happy belated birthday, aw yong fangyuan. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really tired now. i just slept for a few hours when i got home from school. that explains my absence from msn in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's talk about my dog. i sent it for sterilisation on sunday, and i got him back the very same day. i felt super sorry for him uh, having to go through all the pain and everything. but when he saw my dad and i in the vet, he started being super active as though his wound doesn't hurt at all. and now he walks funny. well, for the first few hours, at least. now he's perfectly alright, but he still has to wear some plastic thingy around his neck to prevent him from touching his wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, he just came into my room. i turned around, and he turned around too, facing his back against me. so i was like "tsk. heyyyyyyyyyyy." and he turned around and turned around again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brb. mother wants me to do some homework.&lt;br /&gt;back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's describe my day.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda woke up late today, so i can't take the bus with dwayne. i already missed the bus. so went to school in my father's car. i felt super tempted to just run away from school la. i hate schoooool.&lt;br /&gt;didn't wanna go for pe, so hurried through my chinese homework. i managed to finish in time. had other lessons, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;went to macdonald's with bryan after school, where i laughed super hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how is it like to be drunk. they say the truth come spilling out of your mouth when you're drunk. maybe i should try that. it'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;samuellee: no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-4935853345976411561?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/4935853345976411561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=4935853345976411561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4935853345976411561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4935853345976411561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-drunk.html' title='i&apos;m drunk.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-673973566957598112</id><published>2008-06-29T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T16:03:26.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pendant.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;it's windy today. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't update my blog yesterday, 'cause i was too tired to. i didn't touch the com until i came home at around 12+ am yesterday(or today, whatever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had band practice in the morning. i can't really remember what we did. oh yeah, full band practice with mr. tan. it was a bit boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate lunch, went home and slept. i was really tired. then woke up to prepare for the concert at night. sembawang winds. met at amk hub, where i got a new pendant. remember the post where i talked about me losing my pendant? it was the same shape, but i still kinda miss the old one. i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;had early dinner, then went to nanyang girl's school(or whatever it is.) and waited for the concert to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the band was good. well, better than ours, to tell the truth. there're so many soloist uh. and the alumni flautist was super cool. his pulse was natural, i think. the saxophone soloist was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanged around amk hub after the concert, and then finally went home.&lt;br /&gt;oh, when i got home, i looked at my handphone time, and it said 12.00 am. cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;use a bit of the computer and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 11 for tuition. my mother signed me up for some chinese language tuition located near my mother's workplace. the teacher's from china, and they have a computer(really old one), a small tv and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blackboard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's 2008 now, and they still use blackboards?&lt;br /&gt;i hate blackboards. whenever i see them, i'll have this stupid feeling you get when you scratch your nails against it. and the teacher kept tapping the board with her NAIL. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;yingjie: it was freaky=/ and 3e4. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;hweeshien: hello.&lt;br /&gt;juntian: hello.&lt;br /&gt;huimin: and it makes my nose itchy.&lt;br /&gt;samuellee: maybe that only applies to some people. *coughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-673973566957598112?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/673973566957598112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=673973566957598112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/673973566957598112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/673973566957598112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/06/pendant.html' title='pendant.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-6281745262555285782</id><published>2008-06-27T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:26:02.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bloody pissed off right now. i hate literature projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, it's not the project's fault. but what the hell. so i have the stupid script, and that doesn't mean that i'm the stupid group's leader, and that i should plan everything; the meetings, what to do and so on. i typed out the stupid script already, i did my part, so why can't you fucking find someone else to give out the responsibilities to? or better yet, why can't YOU fucking find someone else to give out the responsibilities to. almost every fucking day i get the same question, and what stupid reason you gave me when i asked WHY i have to stupidly do it. i just had fucking school, band, and tuition, and i just got home, hoping for a stupid rest so i can fucking relax my mind which was already so fucking crammed with stuff. but noooooooooooo. you had to wait for me to go online and throw me that question, when you can do the stupid stuff your own fucking self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could've typed more. but i'm being ever so direct, that i decided to be so awfully nice and summarised it. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm sooo tired. i think i'm gonna sleep early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;haven't been typing long posts for a while right now. there's nothing to talk about anyway. so let's just describe my day today.&lt;br /&gt;hey. that rhymed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got up for school reluctantly. and went for band. and then for tuition. and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. that's about it. goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;vikki: disturbing videos are nice.&lt;br /&gt;huimin: hell yeah. dnt makes me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;samuellee: that's not my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-6281745262555285782?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/6281745262555285782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=6281745262555285782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/6281745262555285782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/6281745262555285782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/06/tsk.html' title='tsk.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-2532238563025043026</id><published>2008-06-26T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:04:26.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miso.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't blog yesterday, 'cause i was feeling lazy. i almost did not want to update today too, but i suddenly thought of the '100 posts by august' thing, so i decided to update, even if there's nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm able to finish the 100 post by august thing, 'cause this is the 76th post. about 24 more posts and i'm done. but that depends if my laziness decides to overpower me again, or my computer breakdown. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave royson the mic as his birthday present. now we can skype:D&lt;br /&gt;actually, i skyped with him a few moments ago while we were playing trickster online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekends are coming! can't wait, so i can start on my lucid dream stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing much to talk about today, so i decide to post a youtube video. it's a music video, actually. samlee's gonna hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8AH7yYQpro&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8AH7yYQpro&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fed up with your indigestion.&lt;br /&gt;Swallow words one by one.&lt;br /&gt;Your folks got high at a quarter to five.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel you're growing up undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but the local DJ.&lt;br /&gt;He said he had some songs to play.&lt;br /&gt;What went down from this fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;Gave hope and a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the girls,&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.&lt;br /&gt;And the boys,&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.&lt;br /&gt;And the strings,&lt;br /&gt;Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee.&lt;br /&gt;And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was the same again.&lt;br /&gt;All about where and when.&lt;br /&gt;Blowing our minds in a life unkind.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love the bpm.&lt;br /&gt;When his work was all but done&lt;br /&gt;Remembering how this begun.&lt;br /&gt;We wore his love like a hand in a glove.&lt;br /&gt;There's a future plays it all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but the girls,&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.&lt;br /&gt;And the boys,&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.&lt;br /&gt;And the strings,&lt;br /&gt;Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee.&lt;br /&gt;And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the girls.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.&lt;br /&gt;And the boys,&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.&lt;br /&gt;And the strings,&lt;br /&gt;Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee.&lt;br /&gt;And the drums,&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah, ah, ah, ah, oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.&lt;br /&gt;And the boys,&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.&lt;br /&gt;And the strings,&lt;br /&gt;Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee.&lt;br /&gt;And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;yanshan: done.&lt;br /&gt;huimin: the food isn't that tasty, if you follow the teacher's instructions.&lt;br /&gt;fangyuan: what brother?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-2532238563025043026?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/2532238563025043026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=2532238563025043026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2532238563025043026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2532238563025043026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/06/miso.html' title='miso.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-3093972512680144758</id><published>2008-06-24T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:34:27.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink dolphin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i feel better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hello. it's the second day of school. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what we did at school today. i only remembered that we went against tongliew and skipped her ssp.&lt;br /&gt;well, three quarters of the class did. oh well, who cares anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to bus interchange with miss contradicting. or jepun. or fangyuan.&lt;br /&gt;well, i met her in the bus interchange. but her mother called to fetch her. so she left.&lt;br /&gt;then samuellee called to have lunch. so we met in kovan.&lt;br /&gt;lunched at the coffee shop. then walked around looking at things. i want buy the skinny jeans at i.p zone, and the polo tees at giordano):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homed. decided to sleep again. to test my luck on inducing lucid dreams.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of it, i said yesterday i would try to master it and everything, but it isn't easy as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried yesterday, but the obstacles are: when i wake up after dreaming, it's time to go to school, so there's no time to record it down. also, if i shift my dreaming period to the afternoon, i won't have any appetite to eat my dinner. guess i've to wait till the holidays or weekends. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i DREAMT yesterday, but everything happened so blurry and fast, i didn't even have time to lucidify it. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall post more about lucid dreams next time. i'm kinda tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;vikki: so does she made yours.&lt;br /&gt;dwayne: :)&lt;br /&gt;joshua: right. but my objective isn't to be creative, but is to induce lucid ones and control them.&lt;br /&gt;fangyuan: tsktsk. where's your respect to your seniors!&lt;br /&gt;juntian: LOL. i saw!&lt;br /&gt;huimin: yay. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-3093972512680144758?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/3093972512680144758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=3093972512680144758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/3093972512680144758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/3093972512680144758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/06/pink-dolphin.html' title='pink dolphin.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-5848497335587690735</id><published>2008-06-23T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:50:20.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like peeing.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;it's a school day. i almost bawled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hardly had any sleep. i was up almost the whole night/morning(?), listening to my mp3. i was actually singing loudly. singing makes me feel good. aha.&lt;br /&gt;i had to sing really loudly, to get the pitch i want while still in my real voice. oh well, nobody in my family heard it, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i finally slept at around 4+. and woke up at around 5.30. closed my eyes and waited for my maid to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;so at 6am, i opened my ever reluctant eyelids, and got up from bed slowly. i took my uniform and went to shower. i nearly fell asleep in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school. did nothing. homed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. that's like, a whole day summarised into a few words. but really, i really did nothing in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for tuition. i was really tired, thus resulting in me writing wrong words.&lt;br /&gt;this was what i wrote:&lt;br /&gt;"The odd-jobs that Mother did was often just &lt;s&gt;suspicient&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;susf&lt;/s&gt; sufficient..."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;s&gt;Fortunated&lt;/s&gt; Fortunately, the school..."&lt;br /&gt;"We are going to be &lt;s&gt;reach&lt;/s&gt; rich!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to catch up on sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;read miaowen's comment on her blog about lucid dreaming, and i remembered how much i fantasize about lucid dreaming, but not making an effort to master it.&lt;br /&gt;so i did a bit of research on how to master it. i have to keep a dream journal and record every single dream i dreamed of. it's going to be a lot of work. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may record my dreams here, and even type/write in my progress to lucid dreaming in this blog itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;huimin: *is chilling*&lt;br /&gt;tengboon: .&lt;br /&gt;amanda: ahD:&lt;br /&gt;longbing: uh, tell you some other time):&lt;br /&gt;joshua: .&lt;br /&gt;samuelang: aha. scs rule! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-5848497335587690735?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/5848497335587690735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=5848497335587690735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5848497335587690735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5848497335587690735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-feel-like-peeing.html' title='i feel like peeing.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-9148457108425744691</id><published>2008-06-22T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:10:54.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>title.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's school day. i hate the new timetable. we have two days of double chinese. that is not good, i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;there's no slacking day at all. unlike last semester's wednesday. math and english periods(double) are together again on mondays, which means about two hours of boredom. the higher chinese period is on thursday still. sadly though, if it's on a friday, we get to be released earlier.&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to science lessons. i like chemistry, and maybe physics. let's just say i adore science now.&lt;br /&gt;my interest for literature has somewhat been killed, thanks to you-know-who. i still don't know if i'm gonna aim for 3e4 next year. yingjie and glenda are sooo lucky to have ms ling for their literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm searching for a notebook to start off the new semester, as well as keep notes for student conductor and band stuff. i can't wait to start conducting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with me being informed beforehand&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-9148457108425744691?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/9148457108425744691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=9148457108425744691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/9148457108425744691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/9148457108425744691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/06/title.html' title='title.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-121412193594525109</id><published>2008-06-21T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:40:31.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the biggest mistake in my life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FUCK today. i feel so fucked up uh. i don't really know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay i do, but i won't tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that has got to be the biggest mistake in my life. like, seriously. urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hello. it's a saturday today.&lt;br /&gt;woke up early for breakfast today. was really tired, 'cause i didn't have enough sleep. insomnia again. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to reach there as early as possible. dwayne met longbing. longbing met dwayne. how nice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but both of them didn't really talk. aww=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to practice. it was kinda okay, actually. the band's sound not bad. and i really feel sorry for ____):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like blogging today. don't make me. i'm in a foul mood.&lt;br /&gt;sad mood, actually. really depressed. sigh. bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;huimin: gah. who cares about animal-haters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;quiz. i found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;Bold the statements that are true to you.&lt;br /&gt;Italise the statements that you WISH are true.&lt;br /&gt;Leave the Fibs alone.&lt;br /&gt;Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dont watch TV these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm TOTALLY smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;I have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like the way i look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;I love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather shop then eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a cellphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and i like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am happy at this moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever i can.&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think water rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like sausages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know why the hell i just did this stupid thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;br /&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that i work with.&lt;br /&gt;I am a caffeine junk.&lt;br /&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;br /&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-121412193594525109?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/121412193594525109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=121412193594525109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/121412193594525109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/121412193594525109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/06/biggest-mistake-in-my-life.html' title='the biggest mistake in my life?'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-4035795638304081653</id><published>2008-06-20T23:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:59:11.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isn't that sweet? not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jealousy kills~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello. second post of the day.&lt;br /&gt;i just had tuition with dwayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much now la, just wanna post some pictures that were taken from my cellphone. yes, i managed to connect my phone to the computer. about time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SFvQysMYwQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3YBrb9nfa78/s1600-h/DSC01070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SFvQysMYwQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3YBrb9nfa78/s320/DSC01070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213990562886631682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;got this from clarke quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SFvRXQcirHI/AAAAAAAAANY/fWBsys3MJas/s1600-h/DSC01098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SFvRXQcirHI/AAAAAAAAANY/fWBsys3MJas/s320/DSC01098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213991191093357682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;know what's suspicious figure? a typical example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SFvRuieoKnI/AAAAAAAAANg/eUr-M4ZErJA/s1600-h/DSC01104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SFvRuieoKnI/AAAAAAAAANg/eUr-M4ZErJA/s320/DSC01104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213991591070935666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BJ anyone? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SFvSKl2qpyI/AAAAAAAAANo/-2utXMt9vY4/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SFvSKl2qpyI/AAAAAAAAANo/-2utXMt9vY4/s320/DSC01068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213992073013405474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I MISS MY PENDANTTTTTTTTTT): (although the pendant's not there, but stillD:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;sara: nothing? OH WAIT. I REMEMBERED I ATE CHEESE BEFORE I SLEPT:OOOOO&lt;br /&gt;huimin: yeah. cry for him):&lt;br /&gt;amanda: oh yeah! except in my dream, there were only 5 to 6 alphabets. so it's more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;joshua: it's good?&lt;br /&gt;royston: um, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-4035795638304081653?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/4035795638304081653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=4035795638304081653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4035795638304081653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4035795638304081653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/06/isnt-that-sweet-not.html' title='isn&apos;t that sweet? not.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SFvQysMYwQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3YBrb9nfa78/s72-c/DSC01070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-2506739730600597647</id><published>2008-06-20T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:03:16.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;had three dreams lately. 2 dreams and a nightmare. each getting weirder. shall elaborate on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;the first.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in some kind of carnival, with booths that sell drinks and stuff. there was this huge balloon house. it looks kinda small, but it is actually really big. it's for some kind of competition that you can participate in as many times as you want. so i did. i'm challenging against this group of small kids about 3/4 years younger than me. oh yeah, the house is some kind of obstacle course.&lt;br /&gt;so the race started. i kept winning them. for about 7 times.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i only saw 2 obstacles in the house. one was to eat up mcdonald's hotcakes and then to proceed. surprisingly, i saw familiar people running that obstacle. anyway, the second was to step on alphabets accordingly. that was the part i almost screwed up on.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. that's the first dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;the second.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was preparing to go some kind of ride. a big one. and draco malfoy was there. so i entered. nothing much uh, just walking here and there, boarding some kinda slimy shape thing in which you travel through a huge nose, and then out flying into a glass room and entering the ride again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;the third.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one's the nightmare. after the first dream(yes, i woke up and slept again.) i fell into some kind pit, which warps me into some place still in singapore. horrifyingly, people were stabbing each other and stuff. then i learnt that this was a different kind of singapore, where people turn evil and stuff. i then found myself in serangoon bus interchange. the innocent people were formed into groups, then slowly tortured by some people. i was kicked and thrown around. the others were just cut by a blade on the back.&lt;br /&gt;then i saw yingjie and her friend. i asked her what's going on, but she didn't knew too. then she told me that she argued with her group councillor(the evil one) and she was carried up by her neck and then slapped. then ever since that argument, whenever the councillor sees yingjie, he'll do the same.&lt;br /&gt;then i spotted yanyu, stabbing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; yanyu. like, an evil yanyu killing an innocent one. and then that yanyu just walked away.&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;what weird dreams i have. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was playing trickster online this morning(as in very early, just after midnight.) when my brother decided to order macs for both of us. then the delivery came. so we both sat in the dining room and began eating.&lt;br /&gt;it was super awkward, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;have i told you, i don't really talk to my brother?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we just sat there and eat in silence. then he was trying to strike up a conversation with me, but unsuccessfully, 'cause i just replied in a few words.&lt;br /&gt;he was asking me about my studies and what combination i wanna take next year. shows that he kinda cares=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;amanda: no. it sounded disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;yingjie: haha! of course:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-2506739730600597647?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/2506739730600597647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=2506739730600597647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2506739730600597647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2506739730600597647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmm.html' title='hmm.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-4782128233875950198</id><published>2008-06-18T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:42:21.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness!</title><content type='html'>hello there.&lt;br /&gt;i'm running out of things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band practice today. our sound was really... disgusting. there's no live in it uh, like what they said, partly because the percussionists weren't there. if they were, duke ellington would be so much more fun. and southern folk rhapsody would be complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i kept daydreaming about what i'm gonna say in front of the &lt;u&gt;cadet&lt;/u&gt; band, shouting at them at their lack of discipline.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i finally got pokemon mystery dungeon: explorers of darkness to work on my no$gba emulator, after so much trouble. then i didn't want to play it anymore, 'cause it's kinda laggy, and laggy games ain't fun.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of games, i switched my focus again. it's trickster online this time. let's see how much i've been switching focus. from:&lt;br /&gt;pokemon silver -&gt; kingdom hearts -&gt; final fantasy tactics advance -&gt; pokemon leafgreen -&gt; pokemon emerald -&gt; pokemon mystery dungeon: red rescue team -&gt; trickster online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't that cool or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah. not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm crapping. wooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i feel kinda pissed lately. i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, actually i do, but i don't wanna say it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna eat at the ubin restaurant):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i don't really like butter cakes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm craving for mangoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;huimin: it's no use trying to persuade tengboon to like animals.&lt;br /&gt;vikki: ..what? i don't get the chinese book part.&lt;br /&gt;clement: haha. thanks:D:D&lt;br /&gt;uchan: haha. yeah. i like this quiz:3&lt;br /&gt;longbing: tsk! bhb uh. and you rarely tag me):&lt;br /&gt;joshua: yay me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-4782128233875950198?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/4782128233875950198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=4782128233875950198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4782128233875950198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4782128233875950198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/06/randomness.html' title='randomness!'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-2736212350315623617</id><published>2008-06-16T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:58:58.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butter cake.</title><content type='html'>saw this quiz on glenda's blog. rip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;______________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC MEME:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on all your music, then shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn’t make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 3 people.&lt;br /&gt;5. with the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HOW ARE YOU FEELING TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Colours in Her Hair- McFly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling five colours man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WILL YOU GET FAR IN LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful Girls- Sean Kingston&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll get a beautiful girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. HOW DO YOUR FRIENDS SEE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It Ends Tonight- The All American Rejects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they see me, they'll die tonight(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WILL YOU GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence- Ryuichi Sakamoto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll get married to Mr Lawrence on Christmas! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;note: this is my favourite song&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR BEST FRIENDS THEME SONG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tokyo Drift (Fast &amp;amp; Furious)- Teriyaki Boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL WTF HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT IS THE STORY OF YOUR LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Suite in Eb- Gustav Holst&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah, i get the first suite in Eb(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. HOW CAN YOU GET AHEAD OF LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is a DJ- Pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be a DJ God. hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT IS THE BEST THINGS ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simple and Clean- Utada Hikaru&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;they're simple and clean:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS IN STORE FOR THIS WEEKEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Write Sins Not Tragedies- Panic! At the Disco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be writing sins, not tragedies(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. TO DESCRIBE YOUR GRANDPARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like Whoa- Aly &amp;amp; AJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;they're like, WHOA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. HOW IS YOUR LIFE GOING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Huntingdon Celebration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT SONG WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;不得不爱- Wilbur Pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people'll love me at my funeral:D a bit too late now, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. HOW DOES THE WORLD SEE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pop Goes My Heart- Hugh Grant (LOL HAHAHAHAHA)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they see, pop goes their hearts:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WILL YOU HAVE A HAPPY LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Technologic- Daft Punk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;follow the lyrics, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS REALLY THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Star of Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the star of all dreams:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. DO PEOPLE SECRETLY LUST AFTER YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greeting- Sony Ericsson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL WTF HAHAHAHHAAHA. if they do i'll give them a greeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. HOW CAN I MAKE MYSELF HAPPY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk to the Jeans- Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;HAHA. BY TALKING TO THE JEANS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT SHOULD YOU DO WITH YOUR LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numb- Linkin' Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should make it numb):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WILL YOU EVER HAVE CHILDREN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore- Hans Zimmer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean children, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT SONG WILL YOU STRIP TO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SexyBack- Justin Timerlake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh yeah baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. IF A MAN IN A VAN OFFERED YOU CANDY, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fergalicious- Fergie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, the music video has candy in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT DOES YOUR MOTHER THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drama Queen- Lindsay Lohan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i'm a king, not a queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHAT IS YOUR DEEP DARK SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Move Along- The All American Rejects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to move along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT IS YOUR MORTAL ENEMY'S THEME SONG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Shiny Teeth and Me- Chip Skylark from Fairly Odd Parents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has shiny teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT'S YOUR PERSONALITY LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Reason- Hoobastank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT SONG WILL BE PLAYED AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girlfriend- Avril Lavigne &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not girlfriend, wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tags this time. do it if you want to:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hello hello. band practice today.&lt;br /&gt;not too good. ahaha. but had fun after practice opposite. it's always the opposite that makes everything fun:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;vikki: fear me.&lt;br /&gt;tengboon: i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;amanda: my dog is fun to talk to, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-2736212350315623617?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/2736212350315623617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=2736212350315623617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2736212350315623617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2736212350315623617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/06/butter-cake.html' title='butter cake.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-3436462975448413251</id><published>2008-06-16T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:16:09.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deuce.</title><content type='html'>hello fellow earthlings.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i sound like some alien that just arrived on earth. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;deuce's sleeping at my feet. how cute. oh, he just stirred and curled himself up. he did it again. how cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard from dwayne that he just got a puppy. golden retriever, if i'm not wrong. how cool's that? someday i'll bring deuce to his house.&lt;br /&gt;oh my. my typing woke him up. deuce's walking around now. he jumped onto my bed and curled himself up in a corner and went to sleep. i lent him my pink pillow. he curled somemore and lied on my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omggggggggggg. i wanna squeeze him to death man. he's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it's monday. 1.02 AM.&lt;br /&gt;band practice later. it's been a while, i think. i'm dreading it, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, at least it won't be a full day practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched groom my room too on kids central today. it made me wanna re-furnish my room again. not forgetting to mention to repaint the walls. the colours are utterly gross, and there are--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;there is a sound of someone closing the door. deuce wakes up and sits up, moving his ears to listen further. i turn around and look at deuce. deuce gets ready to jump off my bed. he jumped and landed on the floor. he approaches my door and looks at me. i say, "wanna go out?". deuce wags his tail as i walk towards the door. i open it for him and he rushes out to investigate the noise.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, but his actions were too cute. anyway, and there are oil marks on the walls near my bed and the door. i shall paint the walls.. i'll decide later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two shelves above my studying table shall be pushed upwards a bit more, so there will be enough space for my notice board which will consist of all important items, like forms and calendar dates. the wires on my table shall be bundled up neatly and be placed in a hidden corner, so my table will look extremely neat. the document holder on the right side of my table shall be packed neatly too. my wardrobe will be rid of all stupid clothes and filled with new ones. if there's enough space in my room, there shall be beanbags on the floors, making the whole room look really comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm crapping. but hey, imagination's good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;amanda: how do you know?&lt;br /&gt;clement: i'm not a kidD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-3436462975448413251?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/3436462975448413251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=3436462975448413251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/3436462975448413251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/3436462975448413251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/06/deuce.html' title='deuce.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-1116867469223782923</id><published>2008-06-14T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:58:39.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a mudkip.</title><content type='html'>hello. this is the 66th post. 34 more posts and i'll reach my goal.&lt;br /&gt;time check. it's 11.47 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened today. i was really bored. woke up at 3+, 'cause i slept quite late yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's try typing in full punctuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I got really pissed today at two things. One is my dog.&lt;br /&gt;Deuce kept barking for no reason today, and I was really irritated by it, 'cause I was watching the television. I had to shout "SHUT UP" or "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" or "STOP BARKING" for a couple of times, but it kinda refused to bark. So I snapped. I picked up his bone and flung it on the floor and it bounced and hit the glass panel, thus making a bit of noise. Thank goodness it didn't break. Deuce got quite a shock and seem to understand a little, and didn't dare to bark again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this whole punctuation thing's kinda tiring.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. my dog made some kinda gasping sound. when i turned around he barked at me. i sent him out of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. that's the first reason.&lt;br /&gt;second is, during dinner, my parents bought home some noodles(it's really nice) and we all share. however, the noodles were cut up into smaller bits, which made it really annoying to pick up. so i got irritated and sighed irritably. my mother asked me what's wrong, and i said the noodles were difficult to pick up.&lt;br /&gt;then my father commented, saying, "then what you want us to do? feed you ah? stop complaining."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf. i only made a small comment saying that it's difficult to pick the stupid noodles up, and he started countering me. i can't really explain it all, since i'm already cooled down. but yeah, after that i lost my appetite and went to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's all that happened today. rah.&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of the day i used to computer, watching pokemon videos and toy-box and aqua music videos. toy-box and aqua's songs are strangely addictive. they make you wanna dance. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies(there's only one):&lt;br /&gt;huimin: okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-1116867469223782923?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/1116867469223782923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=1116867469223782923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/1116867469223782923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/1116867469223782923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-mudkip.html' title='i&apos;m a mudkip.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-1524698580218673353</id><published>2008-06-13T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:27:19.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rarrrr.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;it seems that today's friday the thirteenth. i wonder how many people actually noticed that.&lt;br /&gt;but strangely enough, all the unlucky things happened to me yesterday, instead of today.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't blog yesterday(yes, i was planning to) 'cause my keyboard wasn't working. actually, it's the hub that connects the mouse and the keyboard to the motherboard, whatever that is, that is spoiled, so my father changed it today and it worked. and before he changed it, i used the stupid on-screen keyboard, which is irritatingly slow, 'cause i'm PRESSING instead of TYPING. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to escape/wildwildwet with: annabel, siongwoon, xiaoyin, qingtuck, junli, me, leonard and winyu yesterday. it was fun overall.&lt;br /&gt;i'm debating whether i should describe yesterday's outing.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was sleeping. i woke up at 8, to get ready and stuff,  but i thought that it was rather early, and thus decided to sleep more and wake up at 8.30.&lt;br /&gt;sleep sleep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;then.. "ohhhhhhhhh mika!"&lt;br /&gt;my handphone was ringing uh. and yeah, "lollipop"'s my ringtone. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up immediately and saw a few smses and miss calls. i looked at the time and it was 9.45. we were supposed to meet at 9.45.&lt;br /&gt;isn't that cool?&lt;br /&gt;so i rushed through my shower and changed, and met annabel xiaoyin and junli in bus 89, where we would be taking to pasir ris. talk talk talk, but junli was awfully quiet.&lt;br /&gt;reached pasir ris. walked to macdonald's and met siongwoon and qingtuck. we sat there and waited for leonard and winyu for an hour, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paid for escape, ride rides, blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;then ate lunch at burger king.&lt;br /&gt;then went to wildwildwet. siongwoon and i weren't told to bring extra clothes, but we went in anyway. and i found out that we can enter with our clothes on. cool.&lt;br /&gt;so we played and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, bad luck started to happen. a string started coming out of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; polo tee, and the bottom white portion fell off. was super sad, 'cause that's my favourite tee, and i bought it weeks ago. and i'm supposed to wear it to some concert with band people. rahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;then we decided to go home. i was still wet, 'cause i stayed in the water while siongwoon went to dry herself, so i was really cold.&lt;br /&gt;went to eunos for winyu to pick up his phone. shan't talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;then i realised that my pendant's missing. was sad):&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. i think we saw lesbians. real ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo yeah. that was about it.&lt;br /&gt;gonna do a quiz, but decided to reply tags first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;siongwoon: shut up.&lt;br /&gt;huimin: it would be rude not to reply tags:O&lt;br /&gt;royston: hello.&lt;br /&gt;sara: i know. let's laugh.&lt;br /&gt;vikki: hello.&lt;br /&gt;samuellee: thank you.&lt;br /&gt;royston: uh, i'm playing chain of memories.&lt;br /&gt;joshua: guess what. my keyboard's fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiz.&lt;br /&gt;tagged by bingshen. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTIONS: Remove one question from below and add in your personal question. Make it a total of 20 questions and tag 8 people. List them at the end of the post. Notify them that they've been tagged. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whoever does the tags will have blessings from all&lt;/span&gt;(LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age do you wish to get married ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when i'm 15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nah. when i'm around 23?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Study hard or play hard ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;study hard. play harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is the person you trust most ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me. i'm such a trustworthy person:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why do you think you have not enough confidence ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'cause of ego. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you have a dream come true , what would you want it to be ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmm. a really cool flautist?(HAHA.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't really know=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your idea of a bf or gf ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get along with each other well, no awkward moments, mixture of love and lust(&gt;:D).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal this year ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3e4! with many people i know:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you have all the time in the world but no money , what would you do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make money la. wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If time were to unwind , what would you change ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the first day of school in sec1. of course, that'll hurt a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Which period of time made you want to break down ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;made me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want to&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; break down? my mother crying and being frustrated at my whole family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What feelings do you hate the most ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;same as bingshen. jealousy. ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cherish all of the friendships you have ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you believe in love at first sight ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uh. i really don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think are the most important things in your life ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my handphone, my pink pillow, my flute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who do you want to be always behind you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wait, literally? or you mean cheering for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if it's the latter, i can't tell. i don't know why:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. People who are going to be hated by you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are irritating biatches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Describe the person who tagged you in five words .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bingshen. haha:D okay, here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a. future. band. sergeant. major.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How many percent do you think you are in front of your friends ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what percent? be specific.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;20. Would you judge an adversary you do not know well  ?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Why are you doing this quiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'cause i'm tagged, and it's rude to ignore tags:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 8 people:&lt;br /&gt;uh, you can do it if you want to. but anyway:&lt;br /&gt;longbing&lt;br /&gt;samuellee&lt;br /&gt;samuelang&lt;br /&gt;yanshan&lt;br /&gt;claire&lt;br /&gt;amanda&lt;br /&gt;annabel&lt;br /&gt;vikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-1524698580218673353?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/1524698580218673353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=1524698580218673353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/1524698580218673353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/1524698580218673353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/06/rarrrr.html' title='rarrrr.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-4143330414546145784</id><published>2008-06-11T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:10:36.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhchooo.</title><content type='html'>hello guys. shut up about the update thing. it's annoying, alright?&lt;br /&gt;it's my own blog. i'll do whatever i want with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed the skin from dark to white. i kinda like it; it makes me feel warm and secure. haha. but i missed the old skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg @#%!&lt;br /&gt;my darn keyboard doesn't allow me to alt+tab. how inconvenient. i mean, i'll surely be multi-tasking since i'm online, and thus whenever i want to switch between windows(the messenger window and this posting page), i'll just press alt+tab. but this stupid keyboard didn't want to. something must've happen after the guys left:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap. i pressed alt+tab again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf. i realised something. the alt and start button has switched functions. so the alt button opens the start menu, and the start button allows me to alt+tab. how stupid.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, i got back my alt+tab function, just that it's in a awkward position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap. my legs hurt now. must be all those taupok and everything.&lt;br /&gt;see, my lit project group came to my house to do the filming. but of course, we started having fun(ahem) and taupok each other, for no apparent reason. almost everyone got taupoked(?) once, except for darren, who remained silent throughout and tengboon, cuz' it's uber difficult to just pin him down. 5 v 1 and he still can taupok us all alone. hahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. we pull each other's shorts/pants off. super funny la.&lt;br /&gt;and yiseng and tengboon had sex. with their clothes on. isn't that interesting:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. escape tomorrow. bloody royson doesn't want to come with me. i shall wear my pink tee. hahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i abandoned final fantasy tactics(that's so like me) and started on golden sun. bet it'll not be long before i start a new game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: shut up about the links too. it's fucking annoying as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-4143330414546145784?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/4143330414546145784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=4143330414546145784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4143330414546145784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4143330414546145784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/06/ahhchooo.html' title='ahhchooo.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-6370668359780083513</id><published>2008-05-26T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:24:49.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zoom</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;i'm blogging today. it has been like, 11 days since i last blogged. well, i can't help it. my life's super boring these few days.&lt;br /&gt;i predict this post's gonna be a short one. i'm not like amanda who can think of so many things to talk about in such a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;killed my boredom these few days by playing kingdom hearts: chain of memories. remember?&lt;br /&gt;i started a new game, cuz' my card deck(you'll know if you play it) is kinda screwed. and there's a lot of things i haven't done, like obtaining gravity and stop, which are kinda essential in later levels. more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the major reason to why i started a new game is because i downloaded a nintendo DS emulator, and my previous saved progress couldn't be read by the nds emulator, so i had no choice but to start again. no regrets, though. i missed kicking axel and larxene's butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway(i'm gonna talk all kingdom hearts: chain of memories from now on, so pardon me), my current deck's kinda good. there's only 1 kingdom key card in my deck. the rest are either three wishes or lady luck and more. plus, these are good cards for my current level. at least the outrun kingdom key.&lt;br /&gt;my main elemental magic is ice now. it's so much more powerful than fire uh, which you have little control of. i'm gonna start on thunder(it's supposed to be lightning. thunder's the sound, right?) soon, since i just defeated larxene. thunder's a good magic too, next to blizzard. now i need that key of rewards card, so i can get thunder raid. raids are so powerful uh.&lt;br /&gt;the cloud cards are also super powerful. stock 3 clouds and get omnislash, where cloud emerges from the sky and slashes enemies 3 times. very strong.&lt;br /&gt;the other summons like simba really suck. rid them off your deck and get a lot of cp space free. super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough about kingdom hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently working in my parents' office. earning about 50 bucks a day. my mother wants me to work for 3 days a week, so by the end of the june holidays, i'll get 750 bucks. i'll spend my money on clothes till i drop.&lt;br /&gt;truthfully, to choose between working and getting a lot of money and stoning at home, i prefer the latter. sure, it'll be boring as well at home, but at least you have your nds emulator and kingdom hearts: chain of memories and pokemon mystery dungeon: red rescue team(talking about it, i managed to save my progress using the nds emulator, unlike the vba) and other games uh. and it's super convenient too. you have your bed next to you.&lt;br /&gt;working here is like spending your time in beatrice's(or miss yeo, to you e3ians) physical education lessons. it's super slack, but it's boring too. all you have to do is to keep an eye on the customers, work the cash register, answer calls(which is what i'm gonna do now. oh wait, it's the fax), pack items into 100 per packets, imprint price tags and use the computer. for that you get 50 bucks a day. until now, i still don't know if that's a good deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother just taught me-&lt;br /&gt;brb. back.&lt;br /&gt;my mother just taught me how to use the nets machine thing. okay, random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post later, cuz i still have to work.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not replying any tags today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;______, ___ ___ ___'_ __?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-6370668359780083513?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/6370668359780083513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=6370668359780083513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/6370668359780083513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/6370668359780083513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/05/zoom.html' title='zoom'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-4485760424423864476</id><published>2008-05-15T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:49:16.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chewchewchew.</title><content type='html'>hello people.&lt;br /&gt;haven't been blogging for the past few days. okay, maybe i did, but those are really short and stupid posts. time for a looooooooong one.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't update yesterday too, cuz' apparently my brother switched monitors with me, giving me the spoilt one. and someone the monitor didn't seem to be working yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and by the way, my dog chewed on my choker and probably ate it up. but luckily it was the long one, but still, it cost money._.&lt;br /&gt;gonna buy another one. anyone wanna come with me? it's about time i go shop for stuff again:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;wednesdayyyyyy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wasn't quite used to being in school for 6 hours or so, cuz' last week, we get to go home early. anyway, we got our results back. hafta find that piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. i can't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omggg. where is it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. found it. apparently my mother used it to write down some text format thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;english: 55(c5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mathematics: 59(c5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;science: 64(b4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;history: 60(b4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;literature: 55(c5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;chinese: 60.5(b4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll touch on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; first, since i'm kinda pissed with that.&lt;br /&gt;let's see. 1 more mark each to a higher point, super irritating. i'm super pissed off with the MOE's point system. like, what's with all this points? there's like a big difference between(eg) b4 and b3. a great difference, i tell you. it could affect your whole msg or something. like, since we're so damn close to the next mark range, why not just stupidly round off our marks, and instead of slapping a super demoralising b4 or c5 there, where we could've gotten b3 or b4. it makes a huge difference, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;here's something, MOE, why not rid the point system, and then grade us by our marks? like, if you want an a1, you could've just scored a 75 and leave the other questions blank. it's the same as scoring a 90+, right? super unfair, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if you understand that, cuz' i'm typing this a day after the day we got our marks, so i'm kinda chilled by now. i could've ranted longer than this yesterday uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; ones.&lt;br /&gt;i am sooooooo disappointed in those subjects uh. like english. i usually score quite high for it, but somehow, i don't know how, the marks slipped rather badly. and for literature. when taking the exam, i thought it was rather easy, and that i could score quite high for it, but it turned out to be shit. remember the post where i said i could get at least an a2 for literature?&lt;br /&gt;and now history. i spent quite a lot of time studying for that uh, and it turned out to be like ._.&lt;br /&gt;cuz' apparently i forgot all my history points all of a sudden. and yeah, i was kinda lazy to think it out. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;. which is chinese.&lt;br /&gt;super surprised. anyway, for your information, this mark is calculated with the other papers. that includes paper 1 and listening comprehension. anyway, i was super surprised with my paper 2, cuz' i scored kinda well for that. it was paper 1 and listening comprehension that pulled my marks down. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i'm kinda done with results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after school, i skipped the sexuality education talk and went for band. was super happy, cuz' i missed band so much uh, although i was kinda afraid that we'd screw up.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, we didn't! and neither did the secondary ones, i think, 'cause i was out for sectionals.&lt;br /&gt;we played washington post march. not all, but the first 20+ bars. mr chew wanted to emphasise on dynamics and articulation, and it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;and oh, we started on chorale paraphrase. scratch that. it was chorale and shaker dance. it was kinda beautiful(the soundtrack, i mean). we played the opening bars only, and i felt superly inferior to the band playing in the soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;that was about all. nothing much(for band).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;todayyyyyy(thursday).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;start of learning carnival. was kinda a waste of time, to tell the truth. i mean, we didn't say we wanted this learning carnival, right? and we were forced to pay for this carnival thing.&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna emphasise on today. besides, i typed quite a lot of things already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. there's a list of songs i want badly. please tell me if you have them=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;jesse mccartney- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leavin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanessa anne hudgens- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;say ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;madonna(feat. justin timberlake)- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;flo rida(feat. t-pain)- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;leona lewis- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miley cyrus- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;see you again&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;start all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jonas brothers- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;when you look me in the eyes&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; AND&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; s.o.s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;mika- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grace kelly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;tag replies(i shall start from the bottom of the tagboard):&lt;br /&gt;samuellee: LOL. GET HER NUMBERRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;wanhua: i don't know your url:O&lt;br /&gt;yingjie: yeah. finallyxD&lt;br /&gt;huimin: zhonghua is shit.&lt;br /&gt;joshua: haha. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;samuelang: boredom kills&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda: of course she is!:O&lt;br /&gt;yeenah: hello! xD&lt;br /&gt;joshua: shhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;vikki: they so did not. they just love me.&lt;br /&gt;claire: :O you tagged!&lt;br /&gt;annabel: zhonghua.&lt;br /&gt;amanda: nah. it's full of my slobber.&lt;br /&gt;yanshan: what song?O.o&lt;br /&gt;clement: to see my hair?._.&lt;br /&gt;fangyuan: why thank you.&lt;br /&gt;tengboon: nah. you're black.&lt;br /&gt;melanie: you seldom? i bet you never._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-4485760424423864476?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/4485760424423864476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=4485760424423864476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4485760424423864476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4485760424423864476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/05/chewchewchew.html' title='chewchewchew.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-2717885512640922048</id><published>2008-05-13T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T01:44:16.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40secretsaboutmyself.</title><content type='html'>ripped from samang's blog:]&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;40 Secrets About Myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;- Mio-alert? it's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;- in my lift. hah:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;- The Hotstuff. so that's Fabian The Hotstuff Ong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your favourite cartoon character?&lt;br /&gt;- i hardly watch cartoon nowadays=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Does your crush like you back?&lt;br /&gt;- who knows. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;- why do you think i'm doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your mum's name?&lt;br /&gt;- patricia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What colour shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- white. so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you/ have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;- who hasn't._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could go back in time and change something, would you?&lt;br /&gt;- ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have a crazy side?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;- yes. i almost died cutting my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;- _. makes you ponder, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Angry at anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- no. i'm nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who can you tell anything to?&lt;br /&gt;- to your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Name someone with the same birthday as you.&lt;br /&gt;- er, lily potter from the harry potter series:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;- recently. i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who would you do anything for?&lt;br /&gt;- me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If you could have one superpower what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- anything related to wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;- the body. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you usually oder from starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;- iced caramel macchiatooooooooo:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What's your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;- ..-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;- lime green? or white. pink. nono. black. i can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favourite tv show?&lt;br /&gt;- me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?&lt;br /&gt;- both. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What are you eating or drinking at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;- nothing._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you speak any other language?&lt;br /&gt;- wo gen ni jiang ah, ni bu yao yi zhi lai chao wo. wo hui da si ni ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What's your favourite smell?&lt;br /&gt;- my pillow:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Describe your life in one word, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- confuzzling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who is the last person you had a fight with?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't fight:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What's your eye colour?&lt;br /&gt;- Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;- how to kick your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;- sleeping. it's like, 1.42am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Who was the last person that made you upset/angry?&lt;br /&gt;- _):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;- whirring of fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you like forking in the yard?&lt;br /&gt;- wait. "FORKing" in the yard. sounds like *.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. If you could have any last name in the world, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. At what age are you going to get married?&lt;br /&gt;- 25. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What is your natural hair colour?&lt;br /&gt;- brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Who was the last person to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;- _.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-2717885512640922048?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/2717885512640922048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=2717885512640922048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2717885512640922048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2717885512640922048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/05/40secretsaboutmyself.html' title='40secretsaboutmyself.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-1276231233618576416</id><published>2008-05-12T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:13:34.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh.</title><content type='html'>it's a monday. bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the day of Math midyear paper? when we were dismissed, dc caught my hair. i think i posted something about this before. well, he'd told me to go cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;so apparently, i didn't, cuz' i think he would forget. he's memory's not bad, for his age.&lt;br /&gt;so we were getting ready for morning assembly, i decided to sit at the back for safety measures. blah. when i turned around, i saw dc pointing at me and beckoned me to come up. i bit my lip, and everyone was like, staring at me, which makes things worse.&lt;br /&gt;"why didn't you cut your hair?"&lt;br /&gt;"i forg-"&lt;br /&gt;"YOU FORGET?!"&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah. i forgot that forgetting's a crime and can make you do stuff like cut your own hair.&lt;br /&gt;so he told me to stand at one corner. then he shouted at me to stand properly(tsk!) and went off to get something.&lt;br /&gt;he came back, gave me a pair of scissors and told me to go cut my own hair until it's proper.&lt;br /&gt;i was like, "what?"&lt;br /&gt;let's see. having your hair cut is worse, but having your hair cut by your own bloody self is really ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i pathetically moved to where the mirror's placed(i was wishing it to be further away) in front of the secondary ones, which made things better(note the sarcasm). i stood there like some dumb old freak before making him shout at me to cut._.&lt;br /&gt;mr thanna(sp?) walked past and talked to me about how to cut my hair and stuff. so i began snipping my fringe, the side(above the ear). stupidly, i turned around and faced the foyer. mr ang walked past and talked to me. he wasn't that bad, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all the classes were dismissed, dc came to check on me. he wanted me to cut a bit more. so i did. then i went back to my class(the horror).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly enough, he didn't gave me any demerits or detention. makes you wonder, eh?&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna cut my hair(in a barber, thanks) and make it better looking. but i still can't stand going out with this dumb shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me. i didn't go out with annabel and company today. hey, if you want me to go out in this rubbish, you should jump down from a building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brb. gonna cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew. my hair looks better now.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. when i was standing by the mirror awkwardly, mrs raj walked past and asked me why i didn't but my hair. i replied that i forgot, and she said i was too engrossed in playing the computer.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall stop here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-1276231233618576416?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/1276231233618576416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=1276231233618576416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/1276231233618576416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/1276231233618576416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/05/urgh.html' title='urgh.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-6526299204603814197</id><published>2008-05-11T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:00:06.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's been so long since we had a real conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss you so fucking much. come back, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-7600668196195838893</id><published>2008-05-11T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T13:33:56.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woooo.</title><content type='html'>happy mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;where's my mom? i can't find her._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. just wanna announce that i finally changed my skin.&lt;br /&gt;and it's soooooooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;huimin: shhhhhh! :o&lt;br /&gt;joshua: jealousy's a sin!&lt;br /&gt;samuelang: :D&lt;br /&gt;amanda: NATURAL PROJECT POLO TEES ARE SO MUCH COOLER.&lt;br /&gt;huimin: ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-7600668196195838893?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-1415563495648581694</id><published>2008-05-09T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:19:40.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shhhh.</title><content type='html'>hellohello.&lt;br /&gt;not much things to talk about today. don't expect a long post.&lt;br /&gt;or i may just type crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up, prepared to meet annabel and andrique before going out to plaza singapura. my outfit combination was great today. black polo tee(natural project) and 3/4 pants(bossini). looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;my new belt and moving rubber disappointed me today. rah. and i was rather excited about it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;so i made do with my pendant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the duo, went out. met xiaoyin, arcaded. saw like, a lot of zhonghuarians today. ddr was fun. i actually defeated annabel, which is super surprising. we managed to reach chapter 3 of house of the dead 4 today. super cool uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the others(siongwoon, amanda and huimin) and went for lunch. andrique was being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;so we kinda shopped. i bought a choker, which is exactly the same as my pendant, except without the pendant thing. but still, it kinda rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travelled to clarke quay, walked around too. the boys(royson, yiseng, qingtuck, joel and shengcong) came. they ate lunch, and yiseng and royson accompanied me to natural project. i bought my polo tee there:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then went to this water thingy. was bored. the girls ain't.&lt;br /&gt;went back to dhoby gauht(sp?) and went to zoneX.&lt;br /&gt;ddr was occupied by some couple. they were cool uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met parents at ngee ann city. had dinner, and bought my PINK POLO TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE there at Wh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. i pangsehed dwayne today, and i felt extremely terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;amanda: *pokes back violently*&lt;br /&gt;huimin: shut up about my hair._.&lt;br /&gt;samuelang: who?:D&lt;br /&gt;joshua: hello.&lt;br /&gt;wanhua: i'll consider&lt;br /&gt;huimin: but all crap=/ and who cares about your papers&lt;br /&gt;amanda: i can't help it._.&lt;br /&gt;vikki: shut up._.&lt;br /&gt;joshua: you are, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;clement: WOO:D:D&lt;br /&gt;annabel: and then we'll go to vivo to wash our hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-1415563495648581694?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/1415563495648581694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;it's been a long time since i did a quiz.&lt;br /&gt;got this from yingjie's blog:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age do you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;when i'm ready? like, 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is more important to you? Friends or girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;depends=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;no one. we're all like Socs now, aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;for my life to be dramatic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. but sadly i can't find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;this year? erm, i don't know=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you broken someone's heart that she/he tried to commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;man, what's your problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What feeling do you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;i thought about this for a while. how about 2 feelings?&lt;br /&gt;#1. the kinda bubbly feeling in you when you see your love. kinda hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;#2. the pain when you separate from your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;must be able to converse well, and hafta make me feel the bubbly feeling everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;jealousy. it fucking kills. not any type of jealousy, but love-jealousy. if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;some/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;uh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who cares for you the most?&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Describe the person who tagged you in 5 words.&lt;br /&gt;i ripped this off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What have you regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;being jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. IF time were to rewind, what will you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;to the start of secondary school. it'll hurt, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your definition of happiness?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-7308384960792166748?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/7308384960792166748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=7308384960792166748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7308384960792166748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7308384960792166748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/05/quiz.html' title='quiz.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-243891027750584825</id><published>2008-05-08T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:32:26.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream.</title><content type='html'>triple post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i just remembered. i made a mental note to post about this this morning.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was in a class. strangely enough, adults that i know were there too, like my aunt. i felt fury in me. everyone was laughing and making rude remarks about me. sort of like, bullying me, be it physically or verbally. even my aunt. then suddenly, i snapped. i cried in my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-243891027750584825?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/243891027750584825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=243891027750584825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/243891027750584825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/243891027750584825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream.html' title='dream.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-7836109534885822724</id><published>2008-05-08T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:01:39.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh!</title><content type='html'>forgot about 2 more unlucky stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when 2e3 was dismissed from the hall, desmond chong pointed at me and beckoned me forward. thinking it was my attire, i frantically tucked my shirt. he then started to babble some words, which i couldn't hear properly due to the flu.&lt;br /&gt;F: Sorry?&lt;br /&gt;DC: CUT. YOUR. HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;hah. then he started blabbering again about not taking the exam on monday if my hair wasn't cut by then.&lt;br /&gt;but ah, who cares? i bet he'll forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, when i reached home, my brother was preparing to go to work. so when he went out, i quickly rushed into his room and searched for the kingdom hearts I and II disc, so that i can play it. but nooooooooo. i couldn't find it. i bet he lent it to someone else. rah!&lt;br /&gt;so someone lend me your kingdom hearts I and II):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm like, super jealous, and i'm missing you right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-7836109534885822724?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-7993112036791282641</id><published>2008-05-08T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T18:16:59.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cough cough sneeze.</title><content type='html'>hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;i'm blogging using my brother's com now, cuz' i can't be bothered to set up everything needed for the notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling kinda unlucky today.&lt;br /&gt;firstly it was because of math. it's the math midyear examinations today.&lt;br /&gt;well, i lent samuellee my ruler and stuff, and i didn't claim it back today, so i had to resort to using a stupid lead container to draw my straight lines.&lt;br /&gt;so during the exam, i wasn't feeling too good. i'm still sick(hah), and my nose kept itching. i didn't finish the paper, cuz' apparently &lt;s&gt;i didn't feel like doing some questions&lt;/s&gt; the paper was too bloody difficult. oh well, it's the last paper(excluding listening comprehension), so i don't really bloody care. oh, time really flies when you're doing math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, next.&lt;br /&gt;________ _____ _____ __ _____, ___ ____'_ ___ __. __ __ ______ __ __?&lt;br /&gt;hah. you can't read, but who cares? just wanna get it off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. went to hougang mall after school with annabel, xiaoyin and samlee. had lunch, walked around, played in that stupid playground. samlee left, and then we decided to head to the arcade. i didn't have any axtra clothes with me, so i borrowed xiaoyin's jacket, while the 2 of them changed. the unlucky part is, the stupid guy managing the arcade didn't allow me to go in, cuz i was in half school-uniform.&lt;br /&gt;let's see. you can't see the school logo, your shorts just looked white to people, and you're wearing school shoes, so are annabel and xiaoyin. what's the deal? i mean, there's like, no harm in wearing my school shorts right? get a life la. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, missed out on DDR and House of the Dead 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked home. it's been a long time since i did that. felt kinda good, though, and i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlucky number 4. since my examinations are over, i'm allowed to install the new linksys adaptor in my com, as the old one's spoilt. so i put in the cd, waited impatiently, and they asked me for the pass phrase and stuff like that. so i went to search for it, but i couldn't find it. i called dad and asked him, and he said he didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;like, tsk. i waited for so long, and now i can't use my old computer. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlucky number 5. granado espada had maintenance, so i have to wait for quite a long while before i can play it.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, it was boring. well, at least it's beginning to get boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, that's all the unlucky stuff that happened.&lt;br /&gt;might be double-posting later, cuz' it's only 6.16 now. i usually update at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;joshua: hurray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-7993112036791282641?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/7993112036791282641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=7993112036791282641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7993112036791282641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7993112036791282641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/05/cough-cough-sneeze.html' title='cough cough sneeze.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-7179335154220354944</id><published>2008-05-07T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:39:14.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>noseeee.</title><content type='html'>double post!&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nose got worse, i think. i just kept using more and more tissue. save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i just found out that the mathematics paper starts at 11. so we have to reach school by 10.30.&lt;br /&gt;how cool is that? not.&lt;br /&gt;if vikki hadn't told me about it, i would've stupidly gone to school at 7 and sit there, panicking.&lt;br /&gt;so.. th-thanks v-vikki.&lt;br /&gt;crap. i said those words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;can't&lt;br /&gt;stop&lt;br /&gt;coughing&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is super random, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuelang: thank you:D&lt;br /&gt;amanda: let's form the anti-gas society(?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-7179335154220354944?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/7179335154220354944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=7179335154220354944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7179335154220354944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7179335154220354944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/05/noseeee.html' title='noseeee.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-4877748416506963003</id><published>2008-05-07T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:24:42.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nose.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;my tagboard's running out of tags. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah. i have a stupid runny nose. maybe it's the stupid air-conditioned hall we used for our midyear exams. my nose's blocked now.&lt;br /&gt;not really. one side's blocked. the other's free to breathe. it always happens. it gets really irritating.&lt;br /&gt;and stupid air-conditioned hall. it refrained me from writing faster during exams. if it were to be a room at room-temperature, i would've finished my chinese paper2, and i would've time to rest after finishing my literature paper. the stupid air-conditioner made my palms sweat too, and i have to keep wiping them, thus wasting time. but luckily, i brought my tissue along on the hall, so i get to wrap my pen around with tissue. i think the people beside me are staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew. one whole paragraph. without enters too. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's chinese today. hmm, i don't know how to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the exam, i went home immediately. so yeah, i reached home at around 10 or 11. i'm so well-behaved.&lt;br /&gt;not. i rushed home to complete my kingdom hearts: chain of memories. but sadly, i lost the fight against the stupid marluxia. and i close the game without saving my progress, so i had to restart from where i stopped.&lt;br /&gt;good thing though. i get to use teeming darkness(a map card where many heartless appear) to train myself, and learning more sleights. stupidly, it was only today that i discovered that sleights are indeed useful in boss fights. so i trained and learned super cool sleights, like.. crap. i mean really crap. i forgot the names. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you didn't understand what i just typed. except for some people, like dwayne, who apparently plays kingdom hearts: chain of memories too. he's a kingdom hearts freak.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna play kingdom hearts I and II. i sorta know the plot, but i haven't tried the game yet, cuz' my brother said he hasn't finished the game yet, so i had to wait.&lt;br /&gt;and the timeline for chain of memories occurred between I and II. but then again, i know the story.&lt;br /&gt;kingdom hearts is cool. you should try, especially if you're a disney fan, cuz' there're a lot of disney characters in it. they're featured.&lt;br /&gt;winnie the pooh is so stupid. as in really. he's nice and all, but he's really stupid. he's supposed to follow me(okay, sora then) to help the other fellow nutty characters, and he moves so slowly and when he runs out of energy(which happens often, that lazy freak), he has to eat hunny to boost his energy. and the thing is, i don't even think you gain experience points in this world(100 Acre Wood), cuz' there're no heartless to deal with. and no boss fight too. how stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i just spent another paragraph talking about kingdom hearts. pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i rushed home, played chain of memories, have problems concentrating on msn messenger, and did not study.&lt;br /&gt;how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the final paper(mathematics), i think. well, not really. we still have that stupid listening comprehension. like, hello, does that make a difference in your future? unless you want to be some batty idiot who listens really closely at stupid conversations and make notes of it. maybe listening comprehension is really a plan to be brainwashed by some hidden speech in the whole test. perhaps that is why we take out exam in the hall, so the MOE can brainwash all of us secondary2 students at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. it must be the pepsi that made my brain think of such imaginative ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of pepsi, remember the day where i ordered my food from kfc through the phone? yeah, the pepsi's from that order. apparently i thought it would be the small drink you usually buy from the outlets, but it turned out to be a 1.5 litre bottle.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't like pepsi. i prefer coke. there's no difference, you may say, but i think pepsi is more gassy then coke, and i hate gassy drinks. and pepsi/coke makes my teeth rough. it's like, when you drink pepsi/coke, it sorta washes off the smooth outer layer of your teeth, and make it rough instead. so that's why they say carbonated drinks are unhealthy beverages; it makes your teeth rot and be like some stupid old man without teeth and speaks like, "eshcuushe me, would juu myng passhing cher shaushe(excuse me, would you mind passing the sauce)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm beginning to enjoy my over-imaginative mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tegh beplysh(tag replies. i'm really sorry):&lt;br /&gt;joshua: gasp.&lt;br /&gt;vikki: you must've fallen in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? only 2 tags to reply! hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-4877748416506963003?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-2212695673476202568</id><published>2008-05-06T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:46:15.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you spare a hear-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h.</title><content type='html'>hello my fellow faithful readers of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;once again, ignore the title. was watching a video, and it features some game having a glitch.&lt;br /&gt;okay, if you must know, it's kingdom hearts 2. more on that video later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(crud! i just saw my father with a super new notebook. vista too. crap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's touch on the midyear examination today.&lt;br /&gt;it was science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't that bad. didn't really study too. but hey, i did wake up at 3.30 and look through my physic stuff. not much on biology.&lt;br /&gt;was really relieved that i didn't wasted too much of my time on how the blood flows. it didn't came out, except for some stupid multiple choice questions.&lt;br /&gt;shading the stupid boxes in the otas sheet isn't fun.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll get at least a b4(reminds you of something, eh?).&lt;br /&gt;no changes this time, cuz i missed out on a few questions.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, mr low shouted into the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KEEP QUIET. &lt;u&gt;NEVER&lt;/u&gt; TURN YOUR HEAD AROUND."&lt;br /&gt;why, is that a crime of what? oh, he snatched the microphone from mr tang too. i was laughing at that, cuz tang looked so taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, ms ow flared up. and i kept coughing again. kept tasting phlegm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. so after school, samlee and i met annabel, huimin and xiaoyin in macdonald's. they treated me hotcakes. how nice of them.&lt;br /&gt;was really syrup crazy.&lt;br /&gt;went home and lazed around all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh, i played a mmorpg today! hah, like, finally.&lt;br /&gt;it's granado espada. sounds familiar, uh?&lt;br /&gt;the game's not bad. graphics are oh-so-cool. soundtracks are superb, i tell you. stopped when i reached level 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after that game, i was feeling a bit dizzy. and not paying attention to most things. like conversations in msn messenger. tut tut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. this is gonna be a short post. noooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i furthered my quest in kingdom hearts: chain of memories.&lt;br /&gt;fight fight fight. until i reached a room where i have to use a card of the value 9. and holy buttons(?), i didn't have one. so i'm stuck there. rah.&lt;br /&gt;that's my best character too. screw you donald and goofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. back to the video. nothing much, really, but the person who made it add in some kind of commentary in it, making it quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;so it's this cheat he tried to use, by substituting riku with mulan.&lt;br /&gt;it kinda worked, and finally when they reached the last stage, sora(or roxas, i don't know. i don't play) was in a fighting position, and mulan was standing straight there and smiling, looking around as though in awe of the whole place. mulan's not supposed to be there, remember?&lt;br /&gt;and, the room they're all fighting in is some kind of empty oblivion stuff(note the failed attempt to use common words found in kingdom hearts), so there's nothing much to stare at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at the very last moment, the cheat kinda failed, and the box(xemnes) was saying:&lt;br /&gt;"CAN YOU SPARE A HEART.. CAN YOU SPARE A HEART.. CAN YOU SPARE A HEART.. CAN YOU SPARE A HEAR-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H--"&lt;br /&gt;that's where the glitched happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i telling you all of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;clement: i tagged:D:D&lt;br /&gt;peter: hah, of course i do. xDD&lt;br /&gt;joshua: apparently i do not care.&lt;br /&gt;dwayne: &lt;3(note the randomness)&lt;br /&gt;amanda: well, it works for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-2212695673476202568?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/2212695673476202568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=2212695673476202568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2212695673476202568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2212695673476202568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/05/can-you-spare-hear-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h.html' title='can you spare a hear-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-3339621185166015180</id><published>2008-05-05T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:01:26.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha.</title><content type='html'>5oth post!&lt;br /&gt;like, half the amount i'm aiming for.&lt;br /&gt;and it's my first time officially doubleposting. isn't that like, cool?:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. real reason to why i'm blogging is because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISTER CHAN LONGBING'S &lt;a href="http://kurt-revolver.blogspot.com/"&gt;BLOG&lt;/a&gt; IS OFFICIALLY OPENED:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. yeah=/.&lt;br /&gt;scienceeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't start studying yet, and it's like 10?&lt;br /&gt;my official bedtime uh, but i always go past it. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;may wake up at 3.30 to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the day of the literature exam, i woke up at 3.3o and planned to study.&lt;br /&gt;but it didn't really work out, cuz' i was frigging tired.&lt;br /&gt;hey, who isn't when they just wake up?&lt;br /&gt;oh well. who wanna stay up and study with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, tag replies(again):&lt;br /&gt;samantha: heh.&lt;br /&gt;samuelang: i'm sorry. but then again, not. it's tongliew, remember?&lt;br /&gt;joshua: and it costs you a mark?&lt;br /&gt;longbing: heh. well, i gotta be if i wanna take up literature next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-3339621185166015180?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/3339621185166015180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=3339621185166015180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/3339621185166015180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/3339621185166015180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/05/hahaha.html' title='hahaha.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-2605478921488111292</id><published>2008-05-05T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:14:53.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>literature</title><content type='html'>hmm.&lt;br /&gt;it's monday today. oh darn.&lt;br /&gt;hafta endure 4 more days of exams and school till the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;i missed the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i update yesterday? yeah, i did.&lt;br /&gt;well, was super tensed up yesterday night, for i didn't prepare much for literature.&lt;br /&gt;and plus, i was sick yesterday. remember?&lt;br /&gt;so i was coughing while reading the outsiders. not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, surprisingly, literature exam turned out to be kinda okay after all.&lt;br /&gt;i managed to write at least one page for each question, except for the unseen, cuz it was kinda stupid. hey, a page for an essay is rather good already, and i didn't really study that much at all. oh, i missed out on quotes, but i think i can survive without that.&lt;br /&gt;let's see. i think i'll get at least a b4.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. not confident enough. let's try that again.&lt;br /&gt;let's see. i think i'll get at least a b3.&lt;br /&gt;ah heck. an a2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shower time~&lt;br /&gt;i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. while i was showering, i thought of quite a lot of things to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind. back to exams.&lt;br /&gt;during english, i was feeling super tired, cuz i was sick(i've said this quite a lot of times, haven't i?) and sitting for an hour and 40 minutes is no joke.&lt;br /&gt;so at the last part, which was summary, i wasn't thinking what i was writing.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote "polar" as "ploar".&lt;br /&gt;it was a while before i noticed this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yingjie was smart. she told me she spent the rest of her time practicing for literature. i could've kicked myself for not doing that.&lt;br /&gt;she told me i was staring into space. well, i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;hymn to the sun was playing back and forth in my head, and i can't stop it. i don't want to, either. i like hymn to the sun=/&lt;br /&gt;and then all of a sudden, merry christmas mr lawrence burst out in my head.&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;imagine yourself being locked up in the cage for 12 hours with no one to accompany you.&lt;br /&gt;that's how my dog's feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;apparently deuce peed on the sofa this morning, and my mom locked it in the cage.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, it could kill.&lt;br /&gt;i just visited him. he looked super sad uh.&lt;br /&gt;he was just lying there doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;and when i tried to communicate with him he just sat up and stared sadly at the ground. i almost bawled(reminds you of ponyboy, eh?).&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had a phone chat with yanshan.&lt;br /&gt;she was telling me about her english teacher, in which she called her "chiobu".&lt;br /&gt;and her funny tales in her class and school.&lt;br /&gt;i kept laughing like some maniac, but i had to stop, cuz' i was spitting out my coleslaw.&lt;br /&gt;we added claire into our conversation and discussed about going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about coleslaw, lemme tell you about lunch.&lt;br /&gt;apparently i didn't had it after school, so i went home and decided to phone KFC.&lt;br /&gt;did i tell you i'm afraid of ordering from the phone?&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i told her my orders, and when i finished, she told me that the amount i'm paying is insufficient for delivery. so i told her to throw in a medium sized whipped potato.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, but the amount you're paying is still insufficient by 98 cents"&lt;br /&gt;like, ._.&lt;br /&gt;you can just forgo the dollar(or in the woman's sense, 98 cents) and just give me the food, right? but noooo. the woman insisted on going by the "sufficient amount rule"&lt;br /&gt;so i threw in some dessert pie(pineapple) thingy. never tried that in my life.&lt;br /&gt;my order came in half and hour early. and the dessert pie wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..holy mackerel.&lt;br /&gt;i was drumming my fingers on the notebook and slam went the notebook cover thingy. the whole thing almost fell off. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;gotta tell mom that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. ms sum's leaving, and that fucking tongliew bitch is coming to teach us again.&lt;br /&gt;fcuk you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanshan told me she's gonna act in kids central.&lt;br /&gt;hah. good luck with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing much now. hope this is enough for a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: tag replies. i remembered for once.&lt;br /&gt;fangyuan: okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;huimin: scratch that. i'm gonna pass my literature&lt;br /&gt;yingjie: lol! it's okay. and i didn't study at all:O&lt;br /&gt;huimin: cuz' i don't like that name.&lt;br /&gt;yanshan: why thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-2605478921488111292?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/2605478921488111292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=2605478921488111292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2605478921488111292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2605478921488111292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/05/literature.html' title='literature'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-1302732845393874184</id><published>2008-05-04T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:04:32.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.</title><content type='html'>owww. ouchhhhhh. owwwwwwwwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that sounded super wrong.&lt;br /&gt;..never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a sunday!&lt;br /&gt;i hate sundays.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, the weather's always gloomy on sundays. what, accumulate all the water vapour created from monday to saturday and finally let it down on sunday? tsk. stupid weather. and thanks to global warming too. i'm like, feeling sickly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, you have to sleep early and "look forward" to school the next day. what fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thirdly, i like chairs.&lt;br /&gt;..that was super random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah. my notebook's like, breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;the lever thingy where you can open and close the notebook thingy with ease is now broken.&lt;br /&gt;it closes the notebook thingy with more ease.&lt;br /&gt;..if you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the taskbar doesn't show the programmes i'm running.&lt;br /&gt;the adapter(?) thing that charges the notebook is a bit faulty.&lt;br /&gt;and it take a lifetime to load the whole com up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah. i think i'm gonna fail literature.&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot more to study.&lt;br /&gt;and my previous post said i had more to study as well.&lt;br /&gt;truthfully, i didn't study at all yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;laziness really kills uh.&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that i'm kinda sick now kills me more.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye 3e4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, let's pity me for a while, due to my sickly body.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like, having headaches, and i'm coughing and my throat's burning.&lt;br /&gt;so pity me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap. i feel super embarrassed now.&lt;br /&gt;because my brother and his friend delayed their dinner, my mother got pissed, and thus didn't keep their food, making it cold eventually.&lt;br /&gt;like, is that how you treat you guests?&lt;br /&gt;i told her that and she didn't care. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;so don't visit me whenever my parents are around. it's bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap(i've been using this word quite a lot).&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what i wanna talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll stop here. there's no point in stoning and thinking of what to talk about when nothing comes to your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. i keep forgetting about tag replies&lt;br /&gt;samantha: well, i said earlier. sams' weakness is me.&lt;br /&gt;quinie: yeah! awesome(me).&lt;br /&gt;amanda: gay.&lt;br /&gt;joshua: click the link on vikki's blog. she advertised it.&lt;br /&gt;bingshen: fatbian? how contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;huimin: i don't like public holidays.&lt;br /&gt;bryan: nope. it's friday the thirteenth.&lt;br /&gt;vikki: because of its "eyebrows"?&lt;br /&gt;samuellee: say that when you complete the game._. and yeah. chairs rock the hulla(copies you)!&lt;br /&gt;amanda: i prefer fabbo or bolando or whatever samlee calls me=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-7103126651628521316</id><published>2008-05-03T23:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:38:46.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay.</title><content type='html'>hellohellohello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept thinking today's sunday.&lt;br /&gt;must be the absence of band practices on saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can see my picture in my profile now&lt;br /&gt;heh:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna panic soon.&lt;br /&gt;i still have quite a lot to study for literature.&lt;br /&gt;hafta think of each chapter's plot points, character study and theme.&lt;br /&gt;and memorise a lot of quotes.&lt;br /&gt;rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not worried about science.&lt;br /&gt;my past common tests results are quite okay, so i'm quite confident in getting at least a b4 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How stupid can human go? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi faby&lt;br /&gt;i got a weird dream about you yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and i dun dare sleep&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!fabian                                                                                                                archiving. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..O.O&lt;br /&gt;about what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How stupid can human go? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u&lt;br /&gt;were trying to slay me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's an extract of my conversation with royston.&lt;br /&gt;fear me. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall post pictures today!&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since i did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SByFS4DRKrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bnPsGADDe9w/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SByFS4DRKrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bnPsGADDe9w/s320/DSC00953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196174629408942770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my recently bought items:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SByFw4DRKsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jJZr6NMroTA/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SByFw4DRKsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jJZr6NMroTA/s320/DSC00958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196175144805018306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;samlee and longbing:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SByGA4DRKtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/nD9-rnZG--4/s1600-h/DSC01013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SByGA4DRKtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/nD9-rnZG--4/s320/DSC01013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196175419682925266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;samuelang:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SByGd4DRKuI/AAAAAAAAANA/Yy6GxVnzTDA/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SByGd4DRKuI/AAAAAAAAANA/Yy6GxVnzTDA/s320/DSC01051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196175917899131618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;photogenic dog + fabian's awesome photo taking skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SByG3oDRKvI/AAAAAAAAANI/GRrxCdIIFuQ/s1600-h/DSC01057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JMdxe9MeJrc/SByG3oDRKvI/AAAAAAAAANI/GRrxCdIIFuQ/s320/DSC01057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196176360280763122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tadaaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;that's about all.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much, for a saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-7103126651628521316?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/7103126651628521316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-7085994878296187485</id><published>2008-05-02T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:07:56.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pssst.</title><content type='html'>45th post!&lt;br /&gt;5 more to fifty, which is half the the amount of posts i'm aiming for&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;apparently some stupid misunderstanding occurred in 2e3oheight again.&lt;br /&gt;and samuel ang's sad, because we're his fellow juniors):&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know everyone's like, so pissed with each other until i came online.&lt;br /&gt;shows how much i've been away from e3, eh?&lt;br /&gt;ah well. like sam said.&lt;br /&gt;wu ke jiu yao.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so schooled, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;went to longbing's house after school.&lt;br /&gt;had "fun" there. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;played some shooting game. apparently it got us laughing.&lt;br /&gt;cuz' it was so retarded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then played the world's hardest game:D&lt;br /&gt;it IS hard.&lt;br /&gt;then i suggested this scary game vikki introduced to me like, months ago.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't play it until today, for i was too freaked out, even by reading the comments=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we all played it. i was like, shivering uh._.&lt;br /&gt;it could be worse, but darren made it less scary by making comments about the whole game.&lt;br /&gt;tsk! spoiled the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then darren went home.&lt;br /&gt;bingshen played the world's hardest game again.&lt;br /&gt;pro eh, he:D&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention we were supposed to be studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was late for tuition again. but who really cares.&lt;br /&gt;made dwayne waited for me. i'm so sorryD:&lt;br /&gt;hah. made the teacher angry. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something better.&lt;br /&gt;dwayne wanted to buy a drink, for he was so friggin thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;so we went out(without the teacher's permission) and bought bubble tea downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;went back up, but he had to hide his bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;he went in first, followed by me after a while.&lt;br /&gt;whooooops. big mistake. the teacher saw me and was like:&lt;br /&gt;T: where did you two went to?&lt;br /&gt;F: *looks away*&lt;br /&gt;D: er, toilet?&lt;br /&gt;T: really? i thought i saw you bringing something in.&lt;br /&gt;F and D: *silence. i kill you. random, i know*&lt;br /&gt;D: er, no.&lt;br /&gt;T: oh. so you went to the toilet to refill uh?&lt;br /&gt;Class: HAHAHHAHAAHAAOMFGROFLMAOLMAOLMAOLMAOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;F: *snicker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you get the joke. heh.&lt;br /&gt;she'll monitor us from now on.&lt;br /&gt;that's about all i think.&lt;br /&gt;short post. sorryD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: almost forgot. tag replies:]&lt;br /&gt;amanda: heh. you found out.&lt;br /&gt;huimin: i hope you get diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;bryan: yeah. isn't that like, super cool? it beats hand vibrators too.&lt;br /&gt;samuelang: i'm sorryD: but it's like, tongliew?&lt;br /&gt;clement: hello!:D:D&lt;br /&gt;joshua: i don't mind. heh.&lt;br /&gt;quinie: eh, the other one is my past blog. this is my new one:D&lt;br /&gt;samantha: fat ass!:O and who gives a yankee dime(LOL) about the art teacher.&lt;br /&gt;yanshan: not yet=/ and goodlucks too!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;something happened today:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-7085994878296187485?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-1877085804159404607</id><published>2008-04-30T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:05:02.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh.</title><content type='html'>hi guys.&lt;br /&gt;did you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents "confiscated" my notebook.&lt;br /&gt;well, that explains my virtual absence and the neglecting of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;and crap. 2 days of non-computer kills my awesome typing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall i explain why my notebook got confiscated?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i shall.&lt;br /&gt;see, remember the post when i talked about me pretending to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;well, if you can't remember, read it again. if you hadn't read it, read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. so i tried the trick again.&lt;br /&gt;worked off pretty well at the start.&lt;br /&gt;then i heard the creaking of my parents door.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda panic, but as my jacket was quite far away(i use my jacket to cover the notebook, thus blocking out the light shining through the closed notebook), i just closed my notebook and sat there, feeling dumb.&lt;br /&gt;then my door opened. i couldn't see anything, for it was too dark. so i just stared at the doorway, and my eyes finally got used to the dark.&lt;br /&gt;my mother almost threw a fit._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tadaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;i get to use the com until 10 today, so i'm rushing to get into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english and chinese paper one yesterday. english was a killer; i can't think of anything to write about. my question was "It should not have ended this way" or something.&lt;br /&gt;and i used this sentence as my beginning and the end of my essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese was kinda easy. i got all the points i wanted to write for my essay, but the standard's like, so primary school-like.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i don't like chinese=/&lt;br /&gt;..racism not intended. plus i'm a chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history made me go nuts.&lt;br /&gt;i completely forgot everything. my notes, my precious time used for mugging my bloody ass off for history, all wasted.&lt;br /&gt;tsk. shan't talk about history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i found a new hobby. it's what i call "archiving".&lt;br /&gt;well, it is like, reading the conversations i had with other people on msn, which were automatically saved into a folder.&lt;br /&gt;"archiving"'s also like, reading my history posts in blog.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, but "archiving" made me learn a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;well, either morally or learning about who am i last year.&lt;br /&gt;and holy crap! i used to twit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i remember now. i thought twitting was uber cool last time, and so i started twitting. i stopped only when i finally think it was a bloody waste of time and irritating.&lt;br /&gt;i learnt that it was always me who started conversations with people. i think you people find me irritating back then=/&lt;br /&gt;i learnt that i was super stupid and childish back then, as in the way i speak and act.&lt;br /&gt;and when i compare the amount of people i talked to in the first folder to the last(the folders are sorted by date), i realised that they got smaller. and when i looked closely, very few is from 2e3. most of the people i talked to now are from band.&lt;br /&gt;i'm driftinggg~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i typing bull?&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess it's boredom.&lt;br /&gt;and mcdonald's hotcakes are super nice. with syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: tag replies:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siongwoon: congrats&lt;br /&gt;yingjie: haha! let's be in the same class!:D and yeah. fuck tongliew.&lt;br /&gt;joshua: yay! let's go to the same class too:D:D&lt;br /&gt;samuellee: it is?:D&lt;br /&gt;yingting: omg! someone from 6/9(other than yanshan and claire) actually tagged! thanks for tagging:D and yeah, i miss 6/9=/&lt;br /&gt;huimin: yeah, like finally.&lt;br /&gt;yanshan: eeeee. what?&lt;br /&gt;amanda: but gaying with band people are way more fun and gayer than to gay with our class gays!&lt;br /&gt;vikki: ants.&lt;br /&gt;juntian: heh. happy belated birthday(:&lt;br /&gt;wanhua: heh. thanks:D and that goes for you too=/&lt;br /&gt;joshua: :o&lt;br /&gt;longbing: *saves* did that work?&lt;br /&gt;suyi: hi:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-1877085804159404607?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/1877085804159404607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=1877085804159404607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/1877085804159404607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/1877085804159404607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/04/eh.html' title='eh.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-5516757788125929883</id><published>2008-04-24T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:05:10.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hullo.</title><content type='html'>i'm updating again.&lt;br /&gt;cuz' i've nothing better to do. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like, 11.20 now. i'm supposed to be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;well, to my mom, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i pretended to sleep. i'd always do this, not every night, but sometimes only. i'd tell my mom that i'm sleeping, and i'd switch off all the lights and closed my powered-on notebook and lie down on the bed, so it would seem like i'm sleeping. i'd then wait for both my parents to enter their room, then i'd start using the com again. should any of my parents come out, i would know, cuz' of the creaking of their bedroom door. and if that happens, i would closed my notebook and pretend to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..i hope you get that. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;so basically i did all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. nothing much today.&lt;br /&gt;received science common test 3 marks though. i got 29.5 out of 40.&lt;br /&gt;it's not bad already, considering my physics score is kinda high, and my biology score is high to compared to the class average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what!&lt;br /&gt;i thought of all the subjects i'm gonna take next year:&lt;br /&gt;English (fuck you tongliew)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Double Mathematics: A and E&lt;br /&gt;Double science: Pure Physics and Pure Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Pure Literature&lt;br /&gt;Humanities: History and Social Studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i'm aiming for class 3e4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crapcrapcrap. loads of crap. i seriously got nothing to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i practiced playing my flute today, and realised i sucked a lot.&lt;br /&gt;my sound is super airy--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..omfg. guess what happened.&lt;br /&gt;my com got hanged and everything, so i shut it down and decided to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. it's friday now. the text above is typed yesterday, which is on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, lemme continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sound is super airy, my rhythm sucked, and my left hand got tired after a short while.&lt;br /&gt;tsk. i really need to practice more.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. i'll post about today. which is friday.&lt;br /&gt;erm, went to school, usualusual.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much la, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after school i went for lunch(2 miserable pieces of bread) with samlee.&lt;br /&gt;then went for dnt ssp, and completed my product.&lt;br /&gt;skipped chinese ssp, cuz' of dnt.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly she didn't flare up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after ssp, went opposite for a quick sip of bubble tea. talk drink talk.&lt;br /&gt;went back to school and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;..yeah. i think i'm mad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for people to go to matthew's house to study.&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately, we wasted a bit of time, thus there's no time for me to study, cuz' i had tuition later on.&lt;br /&gt;so went to matt's house for like, 20 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;went for tuition with dwayne. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andandand! he's going to photocopy the flute score for hymn to the sun for me!&lt;br /&gt;like, &lt;3 la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. that's about all. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: you're mugging? good.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: tsk. you're just jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Huimin: apparently samlee does, if you know who he is.&lt;br /&gt;SamLee: i so did la! tsk.&lt;br /&gt;HweeShien: hullo! and thanks:D&lt;br /&gt;YanShan: I NEED IT MORE THAN YOU DO GIMME THE MAT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: heh. some people are just plain abnormal. whooops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-5516757788125929883?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/5516757788125929883/comments/default' title='Post 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i rock.</title><content type='html'>ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; people. i shall post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how kind am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;right. i'm like, actually mugging for midyears.&lt;br /&gt;i like, feel so proud of myself la. i don't usually mug=/&lt;br /&gt;and just when i feel like and am studying, ian told me not to and enjoy life as a sec2.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i actually have an exercise book just for midyear revision.&lt;br /&gt;see how organised am i?:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. cca's suspended. did i mention?&lt;br /&gt;how sad. i miss band=/&lt;br /&gt;and pirates of the carribean and amazing grace and first suite.&lt;br /&gt;and my shiny and new y9 flute:D&lt;br /&gt;..speaking of y9,&lt;br /&gt;_ ________ ____ __ _____ __ ______.&lt;br /&gt;like, @#%! la. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andandand!&lt;br /&gt;i'm drifting apart from 2e3~&lt;br /&gt;heh. i don't know why la.&lt;br /&gt;so everyday i hang out with samlee.&lt;br /&gt;..who likes my class. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to talk abouttttttttttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall reply tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshua: why thank you.&lt;br /&gt;huimin: who said anything about promising? i said i will try._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;준티엔: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huimin: ..shut up. tongliew is a fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;samuelang: LOL. you tagged me! xD&lt;br /&gt;amanda: don't worry. i can tahan.&lt;br /&gt;samlee: you sure. :D&lt;br /&gt;bryan: i'm hot.&lt;br /&gt;yanshan: who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;dwayne: i just did. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span 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lot.&lt;br /&gt;melanie's afraid he might influence me(HAHA).&lt;br /&gt;but he won't la. i'm so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swiss serenade. shopping @ orchard and plaza singapura. moremoremore.&lt;br /&gt;can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been talking to samang on msn a lot.&lt;br /&gt;he's really nice uh:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like sams are just attracted to me.&lt;br /&gt;can't help it. i'm just so cool and hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..i'm really random uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cca's suspended.&lt;br /&gt;sadly. boohooD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. i'm really bored.&lt;br /&gt;there. i updated. gimme chocolates now.&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-5878808933111595345?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-1751855498862769161</id><published>2008-03-28T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T22:58:07.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fufufu..</title><content type='html'>right.&lt;br /&gt;keith and royson swapped seats.&lt;br /&gt;..-_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;literature workshop.&lt;br /&gt;I MISSED BAND PRACTICE UHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;@#%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's my first time teaching theory uhhhD:&lt;br /&gt;friggin shithole laaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to say now.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-2808614441797772171</id><published>2008-03-27T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:16:50.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar.</title><content type='html'>hmm. nothing much recently.&lt;br /&gt;boring like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;oh yeah, mrs raj changed some of our seats.&lt;br /&gt;only one change from our side there.&lt;br /&gt;royson change with keith.&lt;br /&gt;DD:&lt;br /&gt;we're gon-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops. brb. dinner.&lt;br /&gt;and back. woo. kangkong and chicken wings:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying, we're gonna miss him&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda, sam and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies!(it's been a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Ponyboy Joshua Kortis: try me.&lt;br /&gt;#BrYan: ..o.o&lt;br /&gt;#HUIMIN: i can't):&lt;br /&gt;#amanda: yeahhD:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-2808614441797772171?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/2808614441797772171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=2808614441797772171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2808614441797772171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/2808614441797772171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/03/sugar.html' title='sugar.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-4873090560191532466</id><published>2008-03-23T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:11:37.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't wanna be in love~</title><content type='html'>HI PEOPOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait! brb:D&lt;br /&gt;..aannndd back(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;let's start with yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;it's a band dayyy:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so!&lt;br /&gt;had band practice with mr tan(..-_-)&lt;br /&gt;i don't know la.&lt;br /&gt;played stuff like hairspray, first suite, etc.&lt;br /&gt;played the piccolo solo at the end of intermezzo.&lt;br /&gt;was friggin freaked out can.&lt;br /&gt;zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that had a small theory mentor meeting?&lt;br /&gt;which ate into my lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch with matty, samlee, and bing2.&lt;br /&gt;ate tomyam. WOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;then planned to go to bing2's house.&lt;br /&gt;but shit ass la. my mother said cannot.&lt;br /&gt;i actually could. but my mother yesterday something wrong uh. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! took 82 with sam(:&lt;br /&gt;told me his life story. LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today!&lt;br /&gt;was boring like crap la.&lt;br /&gt;woke up for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;tried to lie to my mother about having stomachache and all.&lt;br /&gt;..freaking didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sadly, i had to endure 2 hours of cheena with fugly people.&lt;br /&gt;it hurtsDx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;now! random stuff(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so admire amanda can.&lt;br /&gt;she types such long posttsssss.&lt;br /&gt;and she don't go like, leaving lines after each sentence like i do.&lt;br /&gt;ANDAND. SHE POST AT LEAST TWICE A DAY LA.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need someone to pour my troubles to. I can't tell them to Deanne and Peijun, 'cause they don't know who is who, and it's kinda hard that way. I really needa rant. Diaries won't help, they don't give you advice. Counsellors? Oh, puh-lease, like, who wants to tell a TOTAL STRANGER their problems. I think counsellors are just kaypohs who give retarded advice. I mean, read Teenage magazine's 'Dear Kelly' column. BGR is super common now, and they're against it. If the people want their heartbroken, grades being sucky and all, let them be. Singapore is dumb anyway.&lt;/blockquote&gt;like, that's how she types. so friggin many words! And she emphasises on punctuation, which I used to, too. And she can expand words from such a small topic to a big one, if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah crap. i can't do it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i'm in love with nice songs now:D&lt;br /&gt;currently addicted to singapore(from pirates of the caribbean)&lt;br /&gt;and dance floor rhythm by good charlotte:D&lt;br /&gt;gonna post the video and lyrics at the bottom of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZ. i wanna go outttttt.&lt;br /&gt;and stay out till lateeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;problem is: there's no one to go out with.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, e3 people don't usually go out with each other=/&lt;br /&gt;the people whom i usually hang out with are mostly band people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and observe my posts.&lt;br /&gt;it's mostly about band practices and band songs and band crap.&lt;br /&gt;never e3.&lt;br /&gt;well. nothing much happens in e3 anyway.&lt;br /&gt;really boring like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i suddenly miss my old class.&lt;br /&gt;6-9&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. peirong&lt;br /&gt;she's quiet la. vicious to ruiqin though. LOL&lt;br /&gt;2. edgar&lt;br /&gt;the so-called spokesman of 6-9.&lt;br /&gt;3. cherilyn&lt;br /&gt;saw her the other day. hasn't change a bit. always sticking to 6-10 people.&lt;br /&gt;4. danial&lt;br /&gt;the half chinese and malay! quite guai, i think. sticks to xinhorng etc.&lt;br /&gt;5. lorraine&lt;br /&gt;don't really know her much=x&lt;br /&gt;6. jerome&lt;br /&gt;irritating? i dunno:D&lt;br /&gt;7. justin&lt;br /&gt;quiet in class. hyper with friends. sticks to yongzheng&lt;br /&gt;8. weishu&lt;br /&gt;same class as me now! don't really talk to her too=/&lt;br /&gt;9. clement&lt;br /&gt;heh. the darl of kailing. mature? &gt;.&gt; sticks to xinhorng too.&lt;br /&gt;10. winston&lt;br /&gt;the guai one. loud? and likes to rest on people's shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;11. waiteng&lt;br /&gt;don't know=x&lt;br /&gt;12. weiheong&lt;br /&gt;wa fuck. the guaikia. guailankia. etc. irritating like shit. never smelt a dirt about him now.&lt;br /&gt;13. xiuying&lt;br /&gt;erm, i dunno. LOL&lt;br /&gt;14. yunbin&lt;br /&gt;dunno:D&lt;br /&gt;15. ruiqin&lt;br /&gt;LOL. the sissy one? funny la.&lt;br /&gt;16. beejuan&lt;br /&gt;dunno.&lt;br /&gt;17. fabian&lt;br /&gt;what more can i say? i'm cool:D&lt;br /&gt;18. weiqi&lt;br /&gt;fan of many chinese stars&gt;.&gt; sticks to lihui&lt;br /&gt;19. yongzheng&lt;br /&gt;same school as me. 2e4. erm, he's.. nerdy? sticks to justin.&lt;br /&gt;20. yingyun&lt;br /&gt;good friends with kailing. that's all i know=x&lt;br /&gt;21. roxanne&lt;br /&gt;dunno either=/&lt;br /&gt;22. royston&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;23. yingting&lt;br /&gt;erm, quiet too. but clever.&lt;br /&gt;24. yanshan&lt;br /&gt;WOOO. BEST FRIEND(:&lt;br /&gt;25. ashiddiq&lt;br /&gt;dunno=/&lt;br /&gt;26. sreeram&lt;br /&gt;horsey! LOL&lt;br /&gt;27. kahching&lt;br /&gt;quiet too. but also clever&lt;br /&gt;28. kailing&lt;br /&gt;the darl of clement! sticks to yingyun&lt;br /&gt;29. lihui&lt;br /&gt;not sure=/ sticks to weiqi&lt;br /&gt;30. shiying&lt;br /&gt;LOL. he's nice, i guess(: sticks with xinhorng etc&lt;br /&gt;31. xinmin&lt;br /&gt;dunno=/&lt;br /&gt;32. yonhan.&lt;br /&gt;dunno too&gt;&lt; quiet="/"&gt;.&gt; sticks with xinhorng&lt;br /&gt;38. xinhorng&lt;br /&gt;looks like gang leader. LOL. basketball pro.&lt;br /&gt;39. zhicao&lt;br /&gt;dunno much=/ sticks with xinhorng.&lt;br /&gt;40. jingrong&lt;br /&gt;quiet too=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there:D&lt;br /&gt;those with a dunno, it's probably cuz i forgot=x&lt;br /&gt;thinking of organising a 6-9 gathering.&lt;br /&gt;by i think by then everyone'll forget each other. zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;nothing much now.&lt;br /&gt;stop(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT. the video and lyrics(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPEsPy6s908&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPEsPy6s908&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;She’s going out to forget they were together&lt;br /&gt;All that time he was taking her for granted&lt;br /&gt;She wants to see if there’s more&lt;br /&gt;than he gave she’s looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calls her up&lt;br /&gt;He’s trippin' on the phone now&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t want her out there&lt;br /&gt;And alone now&lt;br /&gt;He knows she’s movin' it&lt;br /&gt;Knows she’s using it&lt;br /&gt;Now he’s losing it&lt;br /&gt;She don’t care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody put up your hands&lt;br /&gt;Say I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;feel the beat now&lt;br /&gt;If you’ve got nothing left&lt;br /&gt;Say I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;Back it up now&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got a reason to live&lt;br /&gt;Say I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' good now&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid to get down&lt;br /&gt;Say I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was always giving her attention&lt;br /&gt;looking hard to find the things she mentioned&lt;br /&gt;He was dedicated&lt;br /&gt;By most suckers hated&lt;br /&gt;That girl was fine&lt;br /&gt;But she didn’t appreciate him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls him up&lt;br /&gt;She’s tripping on the phone now&lt;br /&gt;He had to get up&lt;br /&gt;And he ain’t comin' home now&lt;br /&gt;He’s tryin' to forget her&lt;br /&gt;That’s how he got with her&lt;br /&gt;When he first met her&lt;br /&gt;When they first got together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody put up your hands&lt;br /&gt;Say I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the beat now&lt;br /&gt;If you got nothing left&lt;br /&gt;Say I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;Back it up now&lt;br /&gt;You got a reason to live&lt;br /&gt;Say I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' good now&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid to get down&lt;br /&gt;Say I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the beat (x3)&lt;br /&gt;You got nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid to get down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We break up&lt;br /&gt;It’s something that we do now&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has got to do it sometime&lt;br /&gt;It’s okay, let it go&lt;br /&gt;Get out there and find someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to be trippin' on the phone here&lt;br /&gt;Get off the wire&lt;br /&gt;You know everything is good here&lt;br /&gt;Stop what you’re doin'&lt;br /&gt;You don’t wanna ruin&lt;br /&gt;The chance that you got to&lt;br /&gt;find a new one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody put up your hands&lt;br /&gt;Say I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;feel the beat now&lt;br /&gt;If you got nothing left&lt;br /&gt;Say I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;Back it up now&lt;br /&gt;You got a reason to live&lt;br /&gt;Say I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' good now&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid to get down&lt;br /&gt;Say I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know what to do, so come on feelin' good &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-4873090560191532466?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/4873090560191532466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=4873090560191532466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4873090560191532466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4873090560191532466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-wanna-be-in-love.html' title='i don&apos;t wanna be in love~'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-618867477519474956</id><published>2008-03-20T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:25:25.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a thursday.</title><content type='html'>hi peeps(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy. yet i'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;school today was really boring.&lt;br /&gt;i was pratically staring into space la. time passed so slowly. zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tongliew touched BOTH OF MY SHOULDERS.&lt;br /&gt;i almost puke can.&lt;br /&gt;walauu. she gimme those face, like grinning insanely liddat.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously feel like kicking her face.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so dirty now la.&lt;br /&gt;*rubs soap on shoulders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. had math ssp after school.&lt;br /&gt;you can call it as a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;the bloody fish-lips guy told us at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;_l_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that had band stuff&lt;br /&gt;..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed for tuition after that. was late by 45 minutes, i think.&lt;br /&gt;ain't that cool?&lt;br /&gt;andandand, for the first time in 5 years, I TALKED TO DWAYNE CHOY FACE TO FACE.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE, SO DAMN FRIGGIN AWESOME CAN.&lt;br /&gt;was seriously awkward at first.&lt;br /&gt;then we talked like siaoxD&lt;br /&gt;he's so funnyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;he changed a friggin lot la.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;are _________ and __________ pissed at me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-618867477519474956?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/618867477519474956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=618867477519474956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/618867477519474956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/618867477519474956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-thursday.html' title='it&apos;s a thursday.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-6103580377760818991</id><published>2008-03-18T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:12:00.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRINCESS</title><content type='html'>HELLO PEEPS(:&lt;br /&gt;nothing much today again. ZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;ASSEMBLY WAS CRAP LA.&lt;br /&gt;except for PRINCESS FROM AS THE BELL RINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dolly ong was like crapping about tactlap. LOL&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing like crazy la.&lt;br /&gt;TACTLAP. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THENTHEN.&lt;br /&gt;AS THE BELL RINGS FROM DISNEY COME OUT.&lt;br /&gt;stupid la. i don't have specs.&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't realise how hot princess wasDx&lt;br /&gt;until samlee told me.&lt;br /&gt;then i go youtube search.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE, WTF LA.&lt;br /&gt;HOT LAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got caught for sleeping in class during english. zzz&lt;br /&gt;first was tongliew herself.&lt;br /&gt;she only PICKS ON ME LA. BLOODY *******.&lt;br /&gt;so i covered my face with my hand and rest my elbow on the chair. slept like siaoxD&lt;br /&gt;then tongliew went out.&lt;br /&gt;laid head on table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dollyong caught me _l_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-6103580377760818991?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/6103580377760818991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=6103580377760818991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/6103580377760818991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/6103580377760818991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/03/princess.html' title='PRINCESS'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-4359354309117039937</id><published>2008-03-16T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:31:00.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar ranting.</title><content type='html'>F*CK YOU ZHONGHUA.&lt;br /&gt;YES I'M BLOODY PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;ZHONGHUA IS LIKE THE WORSE SCHOOL EVERRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;i'm sugar ranting now.&lt;br /&gt;it's a new term i created for myself.&lt;br /&gt;it basically means i'm drowning myself in sugar.&lt;br /&gt;..not literally, but i'm gorging myself with chocolates, etc.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll do it everytime i get pissed or emoish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deuce gnawed my specs to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;the lenses have teeth marks all over it.&lt;br /&gt;those things in which you rest on the bridge of your nose are chewed.&lt;br /&gt;and the thing connecting the 2 lenses together are broken into half.&lt;br /&gt;AND IT WAS MY FAVOURITE SPECS.&lt;br /&gt;was feeling damn pissed, so i smacked deuce on the butt and face real hard for a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the reason why i'm sugar ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real reason is:&lt;br /&gt;I'M BLOODY PISSED WITH ZHONGHUA SECONDARY SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;like, they emphasise on--&lt;br /&gt;*gets another candy*&lt;br /&gt;like, they emphasise on school discipline and proper attire.&lt;br /&gt;like, HELLO?&lt;br /&gt;who in zhonghua GIVES A BLOODY HECKING DAMNING CARE ABOUT WHETHER WE TUCK IN OUR SHIRTS OR NOT TO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UPHOLD THE SCHOOL'S REPUTATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; the school. never us.&lt;br /&gt;like, fuck zhonghua.&lt;br /&gt;fuck the moe.&lt;br /&gt;fuck the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOLE SCHOOL SOCIETY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with like, long hair on boys? like that would crumble the school windows or something.&lt;br /&gt;they don't give a fuck about us students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything's got to do with zhonghua's reputation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;like, HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;if the school riles are more lenient, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; students will flock their way into zhonghua can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band 1 school. what shit la.&lt;br /&gt;they wanna be band 1, then give a hecking damning fuck about our needs and welfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCREW YOU ZHONGHUA BITCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZHONGHUA IS FREAKING SELFISH AND DUMB. ZHONGHUA IS NERDY TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAKE THAT. IN YOUR FACE. PERIOD. DONE. ZERO. ZILCH. ZONONONO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have typed more. but i shall remain quiet and continue sugar ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-4359354309117039937?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/4359354309117039937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=4359354309117039937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4359354309117039937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4359354309117039937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/03/sugar-ranting.html' title='sugar ranting.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-5484716685195157291</id><published>2008-03-15T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T20:43:54.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>salmonnnnnn.</title><content type='html'>hi peeps!&lt;br /&gt;i'm blogging today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;ABRSM grade 3 theory exam today.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't all easy than i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;it was hard=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they wanted us to beam like, demisemiquavers.&lt;br /&gt;freak la. that's like, damn sick la.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'll get at least a merit.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully a distinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after exam went out with band people for movie(:&lt;br /&gt;matthew, samuelang, dickson, samuellee, minghao, uchan, esther, and me.&lt;br /&gt;i was the only sec2=/&lt;br /&gt;we watched sky of love.&lt;br /&gt;it was touching la, yet so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, how do you have sex in the library when all the books are like, staring in your face?&lt;br /&gt;and you get raped by 3 men in the wild too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLL.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deuce spoiled my specs. wtf la.&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't done my homework. how great.&lt;br /&gt;..i don't wanna go for tuition tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-5484716685195157291?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/5484716685195157291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=5484716685195157291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5484716685195157291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5484716685195157291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/03/salmonnnnnn.html' title='salmonnnnnn.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-7874385714971793248</id><published>2008-03-15T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T00:41:51.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala.</title><content type='html'>i'm really sorry i didn't blog.&lt;br /&gt;was busy for the past few days, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;for sec2 camp details, go to amanda's blog=/&lt;br /&gt;she's in the same group as me, with xiaoyin too.&lt;br /&gt;you just have to know that i got high, hyper and horny:D&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was band camp.&lt;br /&gt;was actually feeling damn bloody hell sad la.&lt;br /&gt;it was the sec4s last practice.&lt;br /&gt;didn't really expressed how i feel though.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band camp was actually fun la.&lt;br /&gt;took photos with a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss people like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;so the sec3s and sec2s take over the responsibility now.&lt;br /&gt;hope we don't screw up or anything=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like typing anything now.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, tomorrow's ABRSM theory exam.&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared=/&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-7874385714971793248?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/7874385714971793248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=7874385714971793248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7874385714971793248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7874385714971793248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/03/lalala.html' title='lalala.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-811722011392247068</id><published>2008-03-07T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:17:13.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody f*ck</title><content type='html'>i was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;then high.&lt;br /&gt;then disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;then pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BLOODY HELL FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-811722011392247068?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/811722011392247068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=811722011392247068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/811722011392247068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/811722011392247068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/03/bloody-fck.html' title='bloody f*ck'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-9161648210791983646</id><published>2008-03-06T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:27:39.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heheheheheheheheheheheh.</title><content type='html'>whooooops.&lt;br /&gt;was too lazy busy with school work and studying to post.&lt;br /&gt;i'm humble like crazy:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;erm, added a new column(?) in the navigation bar.&lt;br /&gt;it says statistics.&lt;br /&gt;erm, it basically shows random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;like my common test 2 results!:D&lt;br /&gt;erm, since i'm on the common test 2 stuff, those results in orange are those that i'm proud of.&lt;br /&gt;whereas those in red is erm..&lt;br /&gt;..hi:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. common tests.&lt;br /&gt;suck like hell la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i like, typed the above sentence like, 1 hour and 20 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;was busy packing my camp bag and using my com and such:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. dunno what to type liao la.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-9161648210791983646?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/9161648210791983646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=9161648210791983646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/9161648210791983646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/9161648210791983646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/03/heheheheheheheheheheheh.html' title='heheheheheheheheheheheh.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-178397129585418655</id><published>2008-03-02T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:43:51.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!</title><content type='html'>it's a sunday!&lt;br /&gt;it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S DAMN BLOODY COLD UH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;freaking BAD START in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;lemme tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in a rush for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;you know, overslept and stuff (excuses excuses:X).&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to hold my socks in may hand and just slip my feet into my shoes, intending to wear my socks in the car.&lt;br /&gt;the moment i put my feet in, i felt like a piercing feeling on the sole of my right foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't care much, cuz i thought it was some small twigs that somehow flew into my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;so i walk all the way, took the lift to basement 1.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't bear with the piercing feeling, so i took my foot out.&lt;br /&gt;THEN A BLOODY FUCKING COCKROACH, DEAD, WITH THE BOTTOM PART OF HIS BODY FACING UP FLEW OUT AND LANDED ON THE FLOOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS LIKE, OH MYYY GOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;*stunned O.O*&lt;br /&gt;"MUMMYYYYYYYYYYY. YOU KACUA(sp?) ZAI WO DE XIE ZI LI MIAN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FRIGGIN SICK LA.&lt;br /&gt;AND DID I MENTION I HAVE A PHOBIA OF COCKROACHES?&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, i quit my science tuition:D&lt;br /&gt;SO THAT MEANS GOODBYE OLD HAG #2 (mr chin)!&lt;br /&gt;I BET I'M THE FIRST THAT LEFT YOUR BLOODY BORING STUPID GAY SISSY AHGUA LESSONS THAT TEACHES YOU HOW NOT TO TEACH STUDENTS PREPARING FOR THEIR STREAMING EXERCISE AT THE END OF THIS YEAR:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm now looking for another science tuition that can BLOODY TEACH PROPERLY AND NOT MAKE STUDENTS SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;recommend me, people=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;chinese tuition was kinda boring.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i got 12/14 for my chinese spelling, when i studied at the last minute for 5 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;ain't that cool?:D&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. so after tuition, i went to amk hub to meet royson.&lt;br /&gt;we were gonna buy the stuff that we need for the visit to the old folks' place.&lt;br /&gt;bought some stupid stuff like milo sachets and instant cereal packets.&lt;br /&gt;bought biscuits too:)&lt;br /&gt;and we didn't buy sweets.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, you're like gonna die and you WANNA EAT SWEETS.&lt;br /&gt;omg. i'm evil:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had lunch at PEPPER LUNCH:D&lt;br /&gt;didn't eat at pepper lunch for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we walked around after that, trying to find a jacket for myself.&lt;br /&gt;apparently the jackets are like, either the design sucks or it's too big.&lt;br /&gt;.__________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to buy from i.p zone, but THEY'RE TOO BIG.&lt;br /&gt;like ZZ LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to arcade xDD&lt;br /&gt;stupid amk hub. no ddr in the arcade-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's about all for today:)&lt;br /&gt;a long update okay, be glad:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-178397129585418655?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/178397129585418655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=178397129585418655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/178397129585418655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/178397129585418655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_02.html' title='!!'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-8952675229071403542</id><published>2008-03-01T19:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T19:35:32.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"</title><content type='html'>it's the first of march.&lt;br /&gt;i started this blog a few days before my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;which means i should have one month's worth of posts.&lt;br /&gt;this is my 29th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;1. my home clothes aren't dry and i'm still in my pathetic school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;2. ________ _____ _______ __ __.&lt;br /&gt;3. _________ _____ _______ __ __.&lt;br /&gt;4. _ _____ ________ _____ __.&lt;br /&gt;5. ___ _______ __________ ___ ___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-8952675229071403542?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/8952675229071403542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=8952675229071403542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/8952675229071403542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/8952675229071403542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='&quot;'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-4088882282385274147</id><published>2008-02-29T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:30:52.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGWTFWTH.</title><content type='html'>SHIIIIIIT.&lt;br /&gt;i have so many things to talk about!&lt;br /&gt;quick type, before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;okay. yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waitwaitwait.&lt;br /&gt;before i start, i need to say this.&lt;br /&gt;MY COM IS GETTING CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;THE FRIGGIN TOOLBAR SHOWS ALL THE SMALL ICONS IN THE QUICK LAUNCH TOOL, WHEN IT'L SUPPOSED TO BE SHOWING 3 AND A SMALL ARROW TO CLICK ON TO VIEW THE OTHER ICONS.&lt;br /&gt;AND THE FRIGGIN TOOLBAR WON'T SHOW THE PROGRAMMES I'M RUNNING.&lt;br /&gt;AND MY COM'S USB INPUT STUFF IS FRIGGIN SPOILED. I CAN'T TRANSFER ANYTHING NOW.&lt;br /&gt;AND THE FRIGGIN BLACK STUFF WHERE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO MOVE YOUR FINGERS ABOUT IS CRAZY. I HAD TO RESORT TO USING THE STUPID SMALL CIRCULAR STUFF IN THE MIDDLE.&lt;br /&gt;shit the com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday:D&lt;br /&gt;it was boring the whole day uh..&lt;br /&gt;..UNTIL ENGLISH PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;SO FRIGGIN FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;like, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the old hag wanna us divide into our usual groups.&lt;br /&gt;royson samantha amanda and me.&lt;br /&gt;THEN OMG LA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;SAMANTHA WAS LIKE, SO FRIGGIN FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;SHE WAS TALKING CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THE HONEY STARS AND KOKO KRUNCH DUO ADVERTISTMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE WERE TALKING ABOUT MS SUM&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE WERE TALKING ABOUT NAIVOTE AND JOHN KEEN.&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE WERE TALKING ABOUT SAMANTHA LOVING ROYSON.&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE WERE TALKING ABOUT TONGLIEW FARTING.&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE WERE TALKING ABOUT MS SUM SLEEPING IN TONGLIEW'S CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE WERE LAUGHING LIKE SO DAMN HARD. TILL I CAN'T WRITE. AND THE OLD HAG PICKED ON ME AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;yay:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;not much la.&lt;br /&gt;shall talk about band today.&lt;br /&gt;was overall kinda good.&lt;br /&gt;sectionals and theory and everything.&lt;br /&gt;even parade was nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when were were playing, yvonne came towards me and started poking me.&lt;br /&gt;"stand straight! don't hunch back!"&lt;br /&gt;*pokepokepoke*&lt;br /&gt;"okay okay! stop touching me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i forgot what song i was playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after band, had tehbeng twice.&lt;br /&gt;then took 82 to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;that's all=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. vikki's joining my maths tuition class soon.&lt;br /&gt;HURRY UH.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-4088882282385274147?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/4088882282385274147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=4088882282385274147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4088882282385274147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/4088882282385274147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/02/omgwtfwth.html' title='OMGWTFWTH.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-1063064273736153995</id><published>2008-02-27T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:06:25.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ta ta taa ta ta taa.</title><content type='html'>HI GUYS:D&lt;br /&gt;i'm hyperrrrr today.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's cuz i didn't see the old hag today.&lt;br /&gt;she spoils my mood. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;erm, wanted to update yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;but was kinda lazy.&lt;br /&gt;and now i forgot what happened yesterday:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermerm, had sectionals with other flautists yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;including cheryl and fangyuan.&lt;br /&gt;that's like, about all for yesterday, i think.&lt;br /&gt;and we had out english common test 2 yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;was kinda weird la.&lt;br /&gt;not very confident for scoring high marks=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched THE EYE 10 yesterday night on youtube:O&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda pathetic la.&lt;br /&gt;second time i watched.&lt;br /&gt;the funny is not funny at all.&lt;br /&gt;and the scary not that scary.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch rule #1. heard that it's kinda scary &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=-=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the school part of today.&lt;br /&gt;it's so damn boring uh.&lt;br /&gt;and mr keong sucks balls.&lt;br /&gt;dnt was boring.&lt;br /&gt;aesthetics was equally boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had history test today.&lt;br /&gt;MS TAN GIM HUA INVIGILATE US TODAY:DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;we were like, cheering and clapping for her when she came in xDD.&lt;br /&gt;i think she's happy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, history was kinda easy.&lt;br /&gt;hope i'll ace it &gt;&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had band practice.&lt;br /&gt;was late, cuz of history test.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, we didn't screw up today!&lt;br /&gt;we were greeeaaaat:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sec1s did well too.&lt;br /&gt;and we played kinda well, that's what i think.&lt;br /&gt;old comrades was weeeeird.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got our grade three theory books (about time, too)!&lt;br /&gt;paid five bucks for it. zz.&lt;br /&gt;and they announced the theory exam.&lt;br /&gt;hafta go there ourselves. zz.&lt;br /&gt;gonna weat my cny clothes! xD&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa.&lt;br /&gt;a lot of events coming our way.&lt;br /&gt;-prize giving ceremony contingent.&lt;br /&gt;-sec2 camp&lt;br /&gt;-band camp:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian. because of the stupid sec2 camp, the sec2s are unable to play for the 9th of march.&lt;br /&gt;and we're gonna be seperated from our classmates.&lt;br /&gt;which makes things extremely awkward and weeeird.&lt;br /&gt;hope will get into a group of band people:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. this post is kinda long, right?&lt;br /&gt;ahhaas. stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:D -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sam:D] DDDDDDDDDD:&lt;br /&gt;[HUIMIN] she's scary &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;[amanda] go check yourself:D and THE OLD HAG IS DISGUSTING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-1063064273736153995?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/1063064273736153995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=1063064273736153995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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italic;"&gt;you just made 2 new enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or maybe even 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're a professional, fabian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-5990838402704542989?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/5990838402704542989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=5990838402704542989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/5990838402704542989'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just packed my tuition papers into different files! &lt;br /&gt;i chucked all the science ones into a stupid looking file, cuz i hate the teacher. &lt;br /&gt;mr chin, or whatever his name is. &lt;br /&gt;he's a damn bloody gay and sissy can. &lt;br /&gt;his voice like * la. &lt;br /&gt;always flirt with both boys and girls alike. &lt;br /&gt;and 1 thing i hate about him is that he always go "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;and his "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;" is f*cking ear-piercing. &lt;br /&gt;your head will ring after his "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;".   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old hag kept picking on me today. &lt;br /&gt;maybe amanda's right :O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHE LIKES ME.&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS SO DAMN BLOODY FREAKY AND DISGUSTING.&lt;br /&gt;GET AWAY:O:O&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, not much today.&lt;br /&gt;it was raining heavily today.&lt;br /&gt;and to tell you how heavy it is, listen to this.&lt;br /&gt;i was opposite, and i need to go back to school to do something for a while.&lt;br /&gt;it was raining really heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so i jay-ran(?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I RAN ACROSS FOR LIKE 3 SECONDS AND MY WHOLE BODY WAS BLOODY DRENCHED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe not that drenched. but i was wet alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. that's about all.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the unbelievably short post.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as you may have noticed, i changed my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;did a few editing here and there.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-8348890089064117751?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/8348890089064117751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=8348890089064117751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/8348890089064117751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/8348890089064117751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/02/pouring.html' title='pouring.'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-7052845755958039069</id><published>2008-02-24T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T16:55:35.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>technologic</title><content type='html'>hm.&lt;br /&gt;went for tuition in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;was seriously tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;had lunch on my own.&lt;br /&gt;i saw cherilyn and her friend in kovan kfc.&lt;br /&gt;said hi to her.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looked the same la.&lt;br /&gt;no change at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then homed. nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a music video to end off this post.&lt;br /&gt;it'll influence your mind O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMqLFNdHLcI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMqLFNdHLcI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="325" width="395"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,&lt;br /&gt;Trash it, change it, mail - upgrade it,&lt;br /&gt;Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it,&lt;br /&gt;Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,&lt;br /&gt;Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,&lt;br /&gt;Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,&lt;br /&gt;Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,&lt;br /&gt;Drag it, drop it, zip - unzip it,&lt;br /&gt;Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,&lt;br /&gt;View it, coat it, jam - unlock it,&lt;br /&gt;Surf it, scroll it, pose it, click it,&lt;br /&gt;Cross it, crack it, switch - update it,&lt;br /&gt;Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,&lt;br /&gt;Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,&lt;br /&gt;Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,&lt;br /&gt;Turn it, leave it, start - format it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,&lt;br /&gt;Trash it, change it, mail - upgrade it,&lt;br /&gt;Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it,&lt;br /&gt;Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,&lt;br /&gt;Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,&lt;br /&gt;Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,&lt;br /&gt;Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,&lt;br /&gt;Drag it, drop it, zip - unzip it,&lt;br /&gt;Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,&lt;br /&gt;View it, coat it, jam - unlock it,&lt;br /&gt;Surf it, scroll it, pose it, click it,&lt;br /&gt;Cross it, crack it, switch - update it,&lt;br /&gt;Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,&lt;br /&gt;Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,&lt;br /&gt;Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,&lt;br /&gt;Turn it, leave it, start - format it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy it, 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bring it, pay it, watch it,&lt;br /&gt;Turn it, leave it, start - format it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-7052845755958039069?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/7052845755958039069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=7052845755958039069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7052845755958039069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7052845755958039069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/2008/02/technologic.html' title='technologic'/><author><name>Fabian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284359790129461997.post-7753084738248187448</id><published>2008-02-23T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:26:40.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kkkkkaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.</title><content type='html'>yay.&lt;br /&gt;uniball signo rocks like shit.&lt;br /&gt;bought a hell lot today.&lt;br /&gt;those people around thought i was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;so when i was choosing a green pen, i chose a different brand.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;erm, i kinda forgot what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, band.&lt;br /&gt;erm, it was kinda.. weird.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, we had a new conductor. but mr chew's still here la.&lt;br /&gt;mr tan's just helping us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, er, he's funny la. but still, a bit weird.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. we went through amazing grace, old comrades march, and erm, chaconne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had lunch with a few people.&lt;br /&gt;i had tomyam AT THE OLD COFFEE SHOP.&lt;br /&gt;not the stupid eating house where they changed everything.&lt;br /&gt;fuck that person la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the tomyam's taste is almost the same as the old one.&lt;br /&gt;omg. the delightful taste melted in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;.. i don't know what the heck i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after lunch, i took 82.&lt;br /&gt;was extremely beat.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, before i talk about that, this morning on the bus, i feel asleep for like a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;you know, when you're tired and if you're sitting, your head will tend to droop.&lt;br /&gt;so i was tired, and my head drooped like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;like, from 180 degrees to like, 70 degrees. then i woke up and was awake. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i took 82.&lt;br /&gt;and i did something really spastic.&lt;br /&gt;i was extremely exhausted, so i decided not to alight at my stop and wait till the bus loop around.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to see if the matilda house can be seen by just taking 82.&lt;br /&gt;sadly, no):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah. that's about all la.&lt;br /&gt;zz. i don't wanna go tuition can.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's gonna suck.&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit la. i feel so friggin useless can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i can't do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like i've got no balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit you fabian. you're a useless asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284359790129461997-7753084738248187448?l=thesharpernote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesharpernote.blogspot.com/feeds/7753084738248187448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284359790129461997&amp;postID=7753084738248187448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284359790129461997/posts/default/7753084738248187448'/><link rel='self' 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