<?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-31878186</id><updated>2011-07-29T06:44:52.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tommy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-1875535915483292606</id><published>2009-07-28T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:22:45.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving on a.. bus</title><content type='html'>so. &lt;br /&gt;i've commissioned! lol. thanks so much to those who came! =D you guys made it all the specialler. hahas&lt;br /&gt;will take note that i need to do a proper post about it, and so many other things. (just like i've needed to make proper posts abt so many other things) - in the meantime check out jeslyn's blog for peekchures! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hmn.. promises left unfufilled, things left undone, words left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still, im leaving for Malaysia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last escape before i pin life down real hard and not give it a chance to run away again i guess? ;) heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always. tomu will miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;i'll cyah soon. &lt;br /&gt;on livejournal. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-1875535915483292606?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/1875535915483292606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=1875535915483292606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1875535915483292606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1875535915483292606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2009/07/leaving-on-bus.html' title='leaving on a.. bus'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-4188200938914219508</id><published>2009-06-25T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:59:02.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>straight from Betty's blog =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the story of the footprints, Lord and I walking on the sands by the shore. Many a times I stopped; fascinated by the things that are thrown in front of me, But Lord keeps on walking. He turned a few times, looking back at me and asked me to go yet each time I'll say to God, wait a while more... ...I moved on, but God is far in front. Not wanting to run, I take my pace to walk, thinking that I still can see Lord, so "It's okay..." More and more things came and stop in front of me, but when I lifted up my head, Lord was gone from my sight. The waves wash away His footprints too. I became panic and keep walking forward aimlessly, crying and worried. I came to a stop. The vast of emptiness and fear engulf me. I stopped, sit on the sand and cry. God did not come back immediately nor a few days later. No. God did not. Just as when I was about to turn and walk back where I came from, God stood there, in front of me. I cried and wondered why He was not around all the while, only to realise he was always behind me just as i wanted to turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God stands behind us, so that each time when we are about to give up and return to our old lifestyle, we can find Him there, supporting us, encouraging us on. God knows our pace, He will come back and return to us, supporting and helping us to move on from the back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-4188200938914219508?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/4188200938914219508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=4188200938914219508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4188200938914219508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4188200938914219508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2009/06/straight-from-bettys-blog-just-like.html' 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non.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;calendar girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who is lost to the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stay alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-8179261293341410175?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/8179261293341410175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=8179261293341410175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/8179261293341410175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/8179261293341410175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2009/06/non.html' title='a non.'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-8038482133518509952</id><published>2009-06-15T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:20:09.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;they made us cut our hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;emo. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-8038482133518509952?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/8038482133518509952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=8038482133518509952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/8038482133518509952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/8038482133518509952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-made-us-cut-our-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-278924960597974369</id><published>2009-06-14T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:24:05.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>about forgetting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SjT0qHbaujI/AAAAAAAAANc/0znz85fPuS0/s1600-h/forgetting_sarah_marshall_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347167661981350450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SjT0qHbaujI/AAAAAAAAANc/0znz85fPuS0/s400/forgetting_sarah_marshall_ver2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; awesome. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-278924960597974369?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/278924960597974369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=278924960597974369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/278924960597974369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/278924960597974369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2009/06/forgetting.html' title='about forgetting'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SjT0qHbaujI/AAAAAAAAANc/0znz85fPuS0/s72-c/forgetting_sarah_marshall_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-1209290799084964030</id><published>2009-06-14T20:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:55:16.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the flew</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347165502833372850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SjTysb-bLrI/AAAAAAAAANU/EdBY6lyOXqE/s400/Tired_by_billysphoto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://billysphoto.deviantart.com/art/Tired-59228363"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://billysphoto.deviantart.com/art/Tired-59228363&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what do you call a pig that took a plane yesterday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;swine flu&lt;/span&gt;. LOL WOHOO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so.. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yellow storm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;firestorm&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blowout&lt;/span&gt; check.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there goes &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;week1&lt;/span&gt; of hell. supposedly just 3 left. brrr..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO for oil storage tank fire was hell on earth, probably the very thing that gave me this flu. but i guess that along with all the other unfaily tough suay shit i been kena-ing, i learnt plenty from it. STILL. doesnt mean i want to kena more please. -.- lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;attended matt's commissioning yesterday and boy, do i so wanna pass out too. lol just a month or so more i know, but these few weeks are.. ugh. ugh.ugh.ugh.ugh.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ugh&lt;/span&gt;. :( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-1209290799084964030?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/1209290799084964030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=1209290799084964030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1209290799084964030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1209290799084964030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-you-call-pig-that-took-plane.html' title='the flew'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SjTysb-bLrI/AAAAAAAAANU/EdBY6lyOXqE/s72-c/Tired_by_billysphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-4455963527824060984</id><published>2009-06-09T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:07:12.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ops &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;high rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ops &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;salvage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heh. 9998 to go. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;termtest3 tomorrow. metal+physical torture wohoo! just the way we like it. lol. hot and spicy. xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today, i learnt the true meaning of currahee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;we stand alone together&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and together is the way we're gonna commission&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 weeks till that,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 1/2 more of hell weeks till parade rehersals.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 weeks till juniors show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and 3 days till friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one day one step at a time, each one closer and closer to the beginning of the end. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the countdown begins! xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-4455963527824060984?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/4455963527824060984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=4455963527824060984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4455963527824060984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4455963527824060984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2009/06/ops-high-rise-ops-salvage-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-9147852484361643171</id><published>2009-06-08T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:46:01.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>counting down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ops Emergency&lt;/span&gt;!'s down. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just another 10000 more exercises to go.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-9147852484361643171?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/9147852484361643171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=9147852484361643171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/9147852484361643171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/9147852484361643171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2009/06/ops-emergency-s-down.html' title='counting down'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-4571123673894822221</id><published>2009-06-07T16:01:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:46:21.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they say all good things come to an end. but how about the bad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2078991&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2078991&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2078991"&gt;Notte Sento (English subtitles)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/napdan"&gt;napdan&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its been quitteeee sometime since i last touched my21grams, but i guess here i am now. drowing once again in my self-pity. lol. some things never change eh. sad thing i hardly ever feed this space with happyposts. nevertheless! dont you dare look at me with ur disapproving eyes! we all have our own mood swings. lol just so happens that its during these downtimes that i choose to write. *hmph!* lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so ANW.. i was thinking. when your last thousand or so peekchures on your camera are ns-related, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you know you're losing it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and that justttt so happens to be the case with yours sincerely. but fear not! apart from several loose screws and minor short circuits, tomu is still very much having a life. the same life you guys know it of as the one that's constantly falling apart. =S&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SiusZangsoI/AAAAAAAAANM/fAWV9eMRxRM/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344554935446975106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SiusZangsoI/AAAAAAAAANM/fAWV9eMRxRM/s400/Untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes. after my long period of absence from my21grams i'm still very much me (surprise, surprise), except this time. i'm supposed to have grown in this thing ppl call "a man". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmmn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as in. not that i was a woman b4 like durh. but more of like. adult. YOU KNOWW... 21? twentyoneee. whahas and yes. i do know that it's just a progression of days, and you might think that i'm probably just as dumb as i was on april13th as compared to april12th.. and well. yeah. -.- you're right. LOL. -.- but (ofcourse there's a but) tomu has not just turned 21 for nothing mindyou! he's entered adulthood (siol) with a briefcase full of immature maturity for the world. xD here's a lil tip from the iceberg =S i mean.. heres smth from the tip of the iceberg. lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;. they sorta really do speak a alot of words (1000 is way too definite a number) things we've carried with us all this while. The burdens, the love, the hate, the lost, the found, the times we laughed and those where we cried, the good times and bad blahblah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but yeah, everytime my finger goes down on the shutter and i take a picture, i tell myself that im capturing a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;moment&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-noun 1.an indefinitely short period of time;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;instant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moments that'll be gone at the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;very nxt&lt;/span&gt; split second. a blink of an eye they say. moments i capture to help me &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;. memories tt'll bring back alllll bloody sorts of emotions. and as i look back at the pictures in my handphone from just the past year alone, i begin to realise &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;how much can change&lt;/span&gt; in such a short time. how much i should be greatful for, how much more (or less) i should've done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One minute I held the key&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next the walls were closed on me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I discovered that my castles stand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how apt. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but yes. i figure this on-off phase of feeling the world slip through ur fingers is just a lil part of the whole new world of the growing up process eh? we lose, we gain. just to lose again. is this really how life's supposed to be? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; it isnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's just me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i'm starting to believe that through my bouts of immense emo-ness, that there actually are lessons to be learnt. for me and you. we all make choices, life pretty much is just that, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;choices&lt;/span&gt;; to live or die, to take the bus or the cab, do be good or bad, the right or left, to love life or to hate it. and i guess what i've learnt (or am still learning) is that when it comes to life, the choices you make really do shape your world, who you become, who you hurt, and who you touch. so i'm hoping that as little of a difference this will make to you, that when you get the choice to sit it out or dance. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you dance. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Better &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; than &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;if only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;eh? no matter how old or young you may be, if someone asks you if friendships do last, tell them yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and believe it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the best choices may not be the easiest, but they're most worthwhile. hope at least that gives you smth to think abt. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-4571123673894822221?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/4571123673894822221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=4571123673894822221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4571123673894822221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4571123673894822221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-say-all-good-things-come-to-end.html' title='they say all good things come to an end. but how about the bad?'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SiusZangsoI/AAAAAAAAANM/fAWV9eMRxRM/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-5335310278308334616</id><published>2009-05-23T02:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T02:54:29.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>story of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/Shb0teGQ91I/AAAAAAAAANE/6cq1mgi8GX0/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338723470304933714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/Shb0teGQ91I/AAAAAAAAANE/6cq1mgi8GX0/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm probably just glad that whatever it was, for however long it lasted, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that it started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-5335310278308334616?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/5335310278308334616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=5335310278308334616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5335310278308334616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5335310278308334616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-probably-just-glad-that-whatever-it.html' title='story of my life'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/Shb0teGQ91I/AAAAAAAAANE/6cq1mgi8GX0/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-6238897625428278624</id><published>2009-05-12T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:26:20.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guardduty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SgmG4oHmJfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/iGgWWp539P0/s1600-h/Guitar_by_drkshp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334943540997137906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SgmG4oHmJfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/iGgWWp539P0/s400/Guitar_by_drkshp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://drkshp.deviantart.com/art/Guitar-45897585"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;http://drkshp.deviantart.com/art/Guitar-45897585&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;promise to self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will to learn how to play the guitar. and learn it well i will.&lt;/strong&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/31878186-6238897625428278624?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/6238897625428278624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=6238897625428278624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/6238897625428278624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/6238897625428278624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2009/05/guardduty.html' title='guardduty.'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SgmG4oHmJfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/iGgWWp539P0/s72-c/Guitar_by_drkshp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-6939120819999936748</id><published>2009-04-26T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:22:09.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328987495106024146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SfRd5IJLEtI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UC1wCRCVovQ/s400/_hug_.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's way overdue, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but hugs to you. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all the way from katmandu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from you friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-6939120819999936748?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/6939120819999936748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=6939120819999936748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/6939120819999936748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/6939120819999936748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2009/04/boo-its-way-overdue-but-hugs-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SfRd5IJLEtI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UC1wCRCVovQ/s72-c/_hug_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-4946157999006256964</id><published>2009-04-26T02:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:36:01.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SfQOpJL0oYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3tSlw8PoKjE/s1600-h/Wait_by_escaped_emotions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328900359089070466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SfQOpJL0oYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3tSlw8PoKjE/s400/Wait_by_escaped_emotions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; wait. by =escaped-emotions on deviantART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-4946157999006256964?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/4946157999006256964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=4946157999006256964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4946157999006256964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4946157999006256964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-are-not-too-long-i-will-wait.html' title='“If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life”'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SfQOpJL0oYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3tSlw8PoKjE/s72-c/Wait_by_escaped_emotions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-8565331450902719533</id><published>2009-03-08T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:16:17.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SbPEC4aW5yI/AAAAAAAAAMc/AMF1-4ahNdk/s1600-h/peak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310803939381667618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SbPEC4aW5yI/AAAAAAAAAMc/AMF1-4ahNdk/s400/peak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be nobody-but-yourself -- in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else -- means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;never stop fighting&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- e. e. cummings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------------------------------------ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so brunei finally came to an end. it was a bittersweet parting from the forest i guess. can't deny that some of us learnt alot and bonded more as a team than we probably could have in CDA. Still, coming back to singapore means home. and that beats &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;-bloody-thing else in brunei. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Booking in for my IC week &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; (yes, that's right i just came back &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; too) and man it's gonna be hell.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but yeah. we'll be fine eh BOC? :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;catch up with the rest of you guys soon. =) promise to blog more. heh i'm starting to start to think again. xD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOTE FOR MY PHOTOS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://voting.noisesingapore.com/index.php?shtype=1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://voting.noisesingapore.com/index.php?shtype=1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL. 9th row frm the bottom gogogogogGOGOGOGOGOGO!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-8565331450902719533?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/8565331450902719533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=8565331450902719533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/8565331450902719533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/8565331450902719533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-back.html' title='we&apos;re back!'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SbPEC4aW5yI/AAAAAAAAAMc/AMF1-4ahNdk/s72-c/peak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-3030364507141370124</id><published>2009-02-08T20:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:09:50.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SY7ZWjV2pKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CV_JI7Wrfh4/s1600-h/gloom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300412792928904354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SY7ZWjV2pKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CV_JI7Wrfh4/s400/gloom2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to be &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;inspired by a book i read (or more like saw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to strive for more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to improve myself mind- body- soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to read those books that i so desperately need to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to write what it is i feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to explore new worlds and ideas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to embrace everything instead of fight it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to find the beauty in everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to grow closer and closer to God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to throw caution the the wind more often&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to live out loud (too)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to forget what they think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to free myself from the things i can't seem to get over&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a better friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to strengthen relationships &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to hold a hand&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dont want to be lonely anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I crave these things in order to feel whole and at peace with myself, they feel intensively significant to living, to surviving, they aren’t only wants but necessities, I also feel that these are the wants that should take precedence over our other wants, our material wants, our prizes, our coveted items that deter our appreciation of what is beneath us and above us, i have them, we all have them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s: i want to do this for me, not for them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what do you want? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-3030364507141370124?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/3030364507141370124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=3030364507141370124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3030364507141370124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3030364507141370124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-do-you-want.html' title='What do you want?'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SY7ZWjV2pKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CV_JI7Wrfh4/s72-c/gloom2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-6049581559045392008</id><published>2009-02-01T03:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:23:40.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a meme about meme (my first)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SYSh3fp6SLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PRVzkPyEMU8/s1600-h/F1000019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297537036456708274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SYSh3fp6SLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PRVzkPyEMU8/s400/F1000019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;havent blogged since.. ever. LOL. so i thought i'd tantalize your tastebuds a lil with a meme. =D plus the fact that i havent tagged back so much so that ppl keep taggin me more. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so stop. now. -.- NO TIME LAH BODOH LOL. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ARMY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wait just 80weeks more and then u can tag me till kingdom come aiights? lol bleh ;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tagged by CARMELLO, ZOOMI and anGEL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - i was addicted to barney the purple dinosaur as a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - girls who talk excessively are cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - i sometimes believe im an emotion-lacking person and from time to time hate myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 i don't cry, ok i know i did that time. -.- but yeah. i just dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 - i tend to make a deductions on people based on observations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 - i'm actually reallllyyy sad about some friends who have yet to know God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 - i'm in love with everything japanese (but not crazy overit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 - I harbour a fobia of fangirls (or worse, fanboys (YUCK)) - appliestoallapartfromfellowVOSmemberTANLILIN. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 - My dreams are nightmares most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 - I'm musically retarded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10b - I have a soft spot for musically talented people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 - i REALLY (as in seriously really) miss the peeps and the camps in TP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 - I used to be REALLY scared of the dark (EH, I BET YOU WERE TOO OKAY) ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 - I had to go for therapy sessions when i was a kid because of a shyness problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 - i LURVEEEEE watching movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15 - i hate myself for being horrible at mantaining long distance friendships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16 - i used to hate it when people messed up my hair. no idea why people still try to do it now that i have none, but im glad to say it doesn't bother me much anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17 - i miss having hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18 - i can't eat without a drink to accompany my food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19 - i'm in love catch-up sessions with old friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20 - i'm actually an extremely lonely person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#21 - i love anything green-tea related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#22 - i plan to make my teeth straight again. someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23 - i enjoy shopping. alot. sad that i never get to home home with anything tho -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#24 - i re-read my blog posts from time to time to remember. you should too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#25 - i can't wait till God calls me back, but if i could have one wish before i went it'd be that that would be the time i'd meet all my loved ones again (how great tt'll be eh kazumi?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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first)'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SYSh3fp6SLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PRVzkPyEMU8/s72-c/F1000019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-2334653164830033415</id><published>2008-11-08T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:53:14.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIELDCAMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;6days5nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no food&lt;br /&gt;no toilet&lt;br /&gt;no bath &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no bed&lt;br /&gt;no proper shelter&lt;br /&gt;no hard grounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with 8click route march before&lt;br /&gt;with crazy exercises &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with insects&lt;br /&gt;with wet wet mud&lt;br /&gt;with hot sun&lt;br /&gt;with rain&lt;br /&gt;with hari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring. it. on.&lt;br /&gt;command school here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck and pray for me guys. i need your love most now!!! whahahahaas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, am a soldier of courgar platoon 1.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no say in my posting to this platoon,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i will give my maximum effort in everything i do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how tired i am, i will give my best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will place no limits to my physical and mental endurance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will uphold the discipline and integrity of platoon 1 at all times. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I take pride in being part of this elite platoon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will live my the motto of my company: everyday stronger, better, faster.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cougar platoon 1, for life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL. some propaganda from the army for you. crappy, but YAH. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll be back stronger, better, faster in 6 days. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, miss me lah. heh. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-2334653164830033415?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/2334653164830033415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=2334653164830033415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2334653164830033415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2334653164830033415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/11/fieldcamp.html' title='FIELDCAMP'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-2340044081583815712</id><published>2008-10-27T11:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:32:29.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bookout bodoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9tntx2SkEDI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9tntx2SkEDI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend, Lucky to have been where I have been &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lucky to be coming home again Lucky we're in love every way &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here's a short post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hope you guys understand my short posts from here on. every second outside of tekong chalet counts (at least for now). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so guess what! got into &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cougar coy&lt;/span&gt;, can't say i wasnt hoping for a tough company b4 enlistment, but right now i can't say that a tough company,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;is really damn tough&lt;/span&gt;. lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;despite the hell it is inside, i guess we can all look forward to passing out from bmt with a lil more pride than everyone else. and i guess what some of the commanders say is sorta true in a way, we'll be more ready for command school too (that is if i even get in luh). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;got tired, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;got sick,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had to push myself to the limits almost everyday,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had to inspire,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had to be inspired,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but it guess its true what they say! lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tough times dont last, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tough men do&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hehheh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go cougar. -.- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will update (possibly with pictures and stories) when im less sick. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so anw, while i was in there i guessed i missed everything. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss trafficlights.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss not having to either march or run everbloodywhere &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss not having to ask permission to scratch that irritating mosquito bite (and everythin else)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss having more than 6 hours of sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss wearing normal clothes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss not having to do 5bx every morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss my CAMERA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss my family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss my vos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss abide2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss the clique &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss not having to eat the same food everyday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss my room &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss my bed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. trust me, the list goes on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but guess what. army's part of life. so im gonna learn to make the most out of it. heh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so while i'm gone, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as always, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;miss me&lt;/span&gt; like mad. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coz i'll be missing you. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-2340044081583815712?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/2340044081583815712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=2340044081583815712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2340044081583815712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2340044081583815712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/10/bookout-bodoh.html' title='bookout bodoh'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-938403846815449364</id><published>2008-10-09T03:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T03:12:25.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishing on a star</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PjJ3KT0TQtc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PjJ3KT0TQtc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the best time of the year,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;when everyone comes home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eF1010015pana.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 519px; HEIGHT: 113px" height="80" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/eF1010015pana.jpg" width="550" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so ok no, HongKongLand wasn't THAT bad luh. but yes. its a really &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt; place and our hostel was amazingly small (and a tad bit smelly) BUT STILL. the trip, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;was the love&lt;/span&gt;. =D and more so were the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eF1000011copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 512px" height="614" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/eF1000011copy.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE YOU HAVE IT (in clockwise)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PEARLEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; the mickeymouse&lt;/span&gt; queueing up for the cable car ride to ocean parkkk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;AMOS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the whinny&lt;/span&gt; with big nostrils eating his over fried youtiao &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LINNY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the veryexcite&lt;/span&gt; looking veryexcite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anddd..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;JINGYUAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the canto&lt;/span&gt; eating beard papa's tiramisu creampuff! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trip came and went in what seemed like just a matter or seconds! sure we may have gotten pissed (i know I did -.-) at each other&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; sometimes&lt;/span&gt;, lost our way &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;many times&lt;/span&gt;, got scolded by &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(ok lah, almost every) hongkong person we met, had trouble speaking the language annnnddd had to go back to a puny room at the end of it all everyday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i can tell you, boy do we all &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; that crazy place. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=OMG.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 413px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="411" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/OMG.jpg" width="522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss us getting kanjiong when pearleen was late for the plane.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss the EXCITE of going through the customs without our parents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss taking photos of the kids (LOL) with every frikin mrt station sign.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss running aft fast walking taipang lookalike to our airpot limo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss us going *wahhhhh* at every friking thing we saw lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss our nice hotel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss the hear-thru walls btwn the girl's and the guys room &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss banging on those walls &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss waking up super early and not being able to tell if the sun was up yet (no wondows mah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss (LOL, this from amos) waking up earlier than the girls and chionging to get ready and always still be ready to go out at least an hour before them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i DONT miss amos' WHINNING EVERYDAY EVERYWHERE EVERYTIME LOL (i can just imagine amos whinning to this now)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss being superfriking tired everyday but still having to have our meetings lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss the massage and the angmoh and saudi arabian &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss Pearlyn's zhao sia and her wish upon a star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss getting banged into by people on the street when we stop walking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss seeing things get dragged across the floor during the typhoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss our news reports about the weather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss going to finding a toilet and discovering food paradise after shitty wanchai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i DONT miss the stupid hongkong signs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss experimenting with rear curtain flash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss the peak &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss (from pearlyn, LOL) the old granny who scolded us for not being fast enough when she started pushing all the crates into the lift even before we had the chance to step out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss the coming home with our hands full of bags to the indian man that's always downstairs asking how our day was&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss the ocean park taxi uncle LOL!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss 5 ppl in a cab&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss bargining for EVERYTHING (even the cab)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss shopping for lo po pang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss almost losing my specs in ocean park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss the view from my aunt's placeeee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss my aunts FOOODDD lol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss waiting for food with LL and Amos on the plane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss rushing to collect our bags coz they were *going to throw them away at the airport*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss dimsum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss hong kong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but more than that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i miss the company&lt;/span&gt;. =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i will miss it more in ns. =( =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOS did a surprise for me just yesterday and boyy... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the effort and time put into it just baffles me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guys.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girls.. lol. what LL said in her letter really hit me, that you know how &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;im always complaining im suay and stuff&lt;/span&gt;, not being able to find the right sizes for anything in HongKong, getting injured or hurt or whatever whenever? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i gues that aint really that true once i think about it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coz i've got you guys. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok. girls, and guys. -.- LOL but you get the point. hekhek. i know i may not have burst out in tears or anythingg, but you guys really &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;touched me&lt;/span&gt; (LOL) last night. =P ok i mean *&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i was really touched last night&lt;/span&gt;* =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol. reallaye. the collage was beautiful, the surprise was.. surprising. =) the acting was brilliant, the props were.. noisy lol, and the food was great. =) i really couldnt have asked for a better send off guys. or better friends. =) i know i havent been doing alot to deserve smth so special from you guyys.. but i want you to know that &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i love each each and every every one of you&lt;/span&gt; alright? =) alot alot! lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the cards made me cry this morning. kinda. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aye. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;JingYuan&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're ALWAYS sick! lol! so take care of yourself yeah. make sure u eat ur meds and eat healthy. no more triple chocolate for you! whahas. thanks for being the most mature and patient. i know there are always times you have to fight between your happiness and ours and am truly thankful and sorry for how you always sacrificed so much for the sake of VOS. i thank God that he gave me the chance to meet the *stabaliser* that you are. (heng i never kick you out LOL). you're the one that sees things that the rest dont, and im really thankful that there's you to turn to when i dont know who else to. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont be sad that i'm going, it's just the beginning of our friendship! =) i have faith that a special one like ours will continue to grow more and more over the years. so no, we wont be like this after 2 years, 8 years, 20 years, 50 years and 100 years, we'll be better. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAPAN. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LiLin&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUHMYYY... your letter was the one that.... awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. lol! i havent read a letter so sincre since a long long time ago girlll. lol. and ay. TPSU paper rawks ok. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STOP WORRYING ABOUT YOUR PIMPLES! lol! EVERYONE has them, so stop spamming cream BODOH. lol! it aint good for the skinn! wahhas. besidess, i DID say ur cute some long long long long long long long long long time ago didnt i? lol! so that overrules whatever grows on ur face okayyy!! =S LOL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok no luh im kidding. :P but i really mean it! as in. the cute park. *winks*winks* LOL. =) aye! you're the *lifter* in the group! =) coz i think no matter how whatever im feeling whenever, seeing ur retarded antics and always supershit excited face makes me laugh. lol. and ayee. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sure, alot of things in my life might have ended in a sad note, but for VOS, there wont even ever be an ending right? ;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and like it always seems to be with you LL, what you wrote really lifted my spirits, i wont say why or how or what, but i think you'd probably know luh. right? =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll miss you like crazyshit too. but dont worry aiights? i'll bring many cute botakboys back for you. ;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pearlyn&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PP! LOL. THE POEM IS OMGAWSH. whahahhas! i was laughing to myself when i was reading it please! hekhek. heng i lock the door if not my mum cfm think i siao. and yesssss. the paper really quite nice. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like i said b4, it sucks to have to had to boot some ppl out of alfa, but if we hadnt then we wouldnt have been able to meet TEACHER. lol! i cant imagine DOC without you please! lol you and your redbull. =) wahas. and im superglad you made it to hongkong too. =) i must say i totally agree with LL, your videos are all SUPER funny hekhek. so aye. while im gone, dont stop zhaosianing, dont stop being super cute and dont stop reaching for the stars. =) one award not enough one. go for 10000 k! lol PP can do it. im sure. lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh ya. duno if i say b4 but i think u'll make a damn good *mother*. LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Issac&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Izak! still damn sad that you couldnt make it with us to HK, buttt.. japan k! ;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aye! you may not know it, but to me the pressence of another Christian in a group like ours REALLY makes to difference to me. i guess its impt to have someone to turn to spiritually. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you know how i said LL was the lifter? that's coz she always knows how to make me smile and laugh lol. but to me izak, you're the *hysteric* LOL coz you're the one that always leaves me in stitches. lol! UR DAMN FUNNY PLEASE!!!! WHAHAS. *thinks back to the newton bus ride* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL. it seems everytime im laughing like shit its when ur around ahhas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anw! i just wanna say, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that though life just may&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get you down in so many ways,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and lead to a lil disarray, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will continue to pray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that izaku will never fail to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bright and gay! =D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL. aye yyeah. rmb you are of the Lord! so while im gone. shinex2 in skoo too k? =D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amos&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHMOOSEYONGSTUPIDJIE. LOL. KIDDING KIDDING. AYE. i still cant fanthom how frikin amazing it is that i know your sister and now i know you. =S LOL. (both as cock =P) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;youknow, when we do think about it, you've actually grown quite abit. sure the amos we know may still be whinny and a lil immature (or alot lol) but compared to when you were in year one, you've changed! alot. =) lol and i think ttz quite the acheivement. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes i actually regret coming up with the cockboy nick for you, coz i do know that even you, get hurt by the things ppl say (yes everyone, amos has feelings too), but then again, at the end of it all, you DO know that we love you right?! LOL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really lahh, we're all greatful you were in HK with us (esp me) LOL cant imagine navigating and shopping with the girls ALONE. -.- omgawsh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so. amosyong, you are appreciated, by all of us. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST GROW UP ABIT FOR GOODNESS SAKE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's no other nick i can think of for you apart from, *cockboy* heh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so yeah. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's for VOS. so much more i wanna say to so many ppl. churchies, betsy, ama, the clique (which has actually expanded to smth else, i dont think we have a name do we? LOL). SO MANY PPL. but then again. its just the army right. i'll be back luh. in just 2weeks. =) heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so while im gone. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;behave&lt;/span&gt;. lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be good. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and to VOS (actually everyone luh), i just have one wish, and one &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that i didnt manage to bring you guys to Church. so when im in the army, i'll be praying. every single night for each and everyone of you, that you'll come to know the Lord, and that somehow, someone will show you the way to him. it's something that i wish for and think about almost everyday, so ayyee, rmb what i told you guys b4 k, and recall what you've experienced, in hillsongs or whereever else. =) i hope that one day you will all be saved. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adieu&lt;/span&gt; my friends. lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dont you dare forget me&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s: pictures from hk in the other VOS blogs. will post them up myself once im out. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-938403846815449364?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/938403846815449364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=938403846815449364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/938403846815449364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/938403846815449364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/10/wishing-on-star.html' title='wishing on a star'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-3299786123164306858</id><published>2008-10-08T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:22:17.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glued to a table</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPz3YaIJkjQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPz3YaIJkjQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,&lt;br /&gt;And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.&lt;br /&gt;No one can find the rewind button, boys,&lt;br /&gt;So cradle your head in your hands,&lt;br /&gt;And breathe... just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Oh breathe, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a light at each end of this tunnel,&lt;br /&gt;You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out&lt;br /&gt;And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again&lt;br /&gt;If you only try turning around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a short week after coming back from HongKong to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cleaner sheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;bigger showers&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;clearer air&lt;/span&gt; it seems im leaving to another angry crowded place. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cept this time im taking a ferry there. with guys. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;alot of guys&lt;/span&gt;. heh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so the time's finally here! lil' tomu's gonna become a man. ;) at least thats what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im enlisting, gonna start to serve the nation, defend our country, fire guns, throw grenades, smell horrible and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;eat shit sleep&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;suffer&lt;/span&gt; with the rest of the botak armyboys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im entering armyland (a.k.a: tekong) in just 2days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't say i havent been looking forward to it, or am not excited about the prospect of mental and physical torture over the nxt 2 years, but it IS pretty sad to leave what i have to leave behind. Hanging out with friends, having personal time to myself, slacking. lol! but i guess it really is sorta about time i went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while im on that lil' island, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MISS ME BODOH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;text me&lt;/span&gt;! i'll read the messages at night and AWWWWW so loudly im sure all the other armyboys will get jealous. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;plan to go out with me&lt;/span&gt; on weekends! coz i'll really treasure those times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pray for me&lt;/span&gt;. =) pray for him to help keep me grounded! pray for &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;good bunkmates&lt;/span&gt; i can clique with and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;commanding officers that can take my nonsense&lt;/span&gt;. pray for &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;courage&lt;/span&gt; when doing my swimming test and that God will grant me &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;patience wisdom and strength&lt;/span&gt;. and then i'm sure i'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; thankyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; friends like you rawk. xD hekhek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;im ready&lt;/span&gt;. =) ready as i every will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reporting time's at 12pm at pasir ris interchange and 1pm at the ferry terminal. i'll prob be at the interchange ard &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;11:00 or 11:15&lt;/span&gt; mayB? so if anyone plans on coming, LUNCH'S ON ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. (whahahhas i just told a not joke) BUT, YAHH. we can have lunch together. =) MACS PLEASE. WITH LARGE COKE AND FRIES. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luckk. ;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-3299786123164306858?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/3299786123164306858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=3299786123164306858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3299786123164306858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3299786123164306858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/10/cause-you-cant-jump-track-were-like.html' title='Glued to a table'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-236805460380466983</id><published>2008-09-22T15:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:49:56.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello HongKong</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9r_5z_gOWU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9r_5z_gOWU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But it's over now (but it's over now)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Go on and take a bow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ired tired TIRED TIREDDDD!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL. SWIMMING &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but its &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;uber fun&lt;/span&gt; LOL. so, after the many many lessons from friends and a few from this private guy who charges alot,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I CAN FINALLY SWIM&lt;/span&gt;. =D HOORAH FOR ME whahahhhas! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay, so i cant really swim &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;swim&lt;/span&gt;, but i managed to do a 50m! AND learn freestyle. which is all the army bloddy requires, so i guess that settles that problem for now. =) hekhek. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so yeah, apart from preparing for the next 2 years, my life has been pretty much made up of countdowns;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just over 2 weeks to enlistment,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just over 1 to Cheryl's departure, :( :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;14 BLOODY HOURS&lt;/span&gt; LEFT TILL IM ON A PLANE TO HONGKONG! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL DSSBSBKJSNBDKVBSKJVJKSB!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAHAHHAS! we're all super &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;excitedcantwaittoleave&lt;/span&gt; right now, but considering we havent settled 10MILLION things (including changin cash and packing our bags -.-), 15 hours might just not be enough (what the hell am i doing blogging right?).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO YAH. i shall stop here. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol thats all for this post. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;expect a photofilled one as soon as i get back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENJOY SINGAPORE (F1 please) PEEPS, i'll cyah guys in 6days. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss me. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-236805460380466983?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/236805460380466983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=236805460380466983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/236805460380466983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/236805460380466983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-hongkong.html' title='Hello HongKong'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-738977211887888038</id><published>2008-09-13T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:10:36.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-738977211887888038?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/738977211887888038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=738977211887888038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/738977211887888038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/738977211887888038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-741920035003318317</id><published>2008-09-09T15:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:02:05.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once upon a december</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ky9QWbUj99Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ky9QWbUj99Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Far away, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;long ago&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;things I yern to remember&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and a song someone sings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Once upon a December.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;went for the gala of *&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Days&lt;/span&gt;* last week! and i guess it was like fiona said; so many conflicting emotions about the show that im not really that sure how i really found it. lol! one interesting thing tho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MY NAME IS ON THE CREDITS&lt;/span&gt; OMGADFIUDVIULSBVDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whahahhas! ok so i know, i helped out a total of only just &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; DAY. but hey, it's still cool right. lol. so yeah! i'd really &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;encourage everyone to watch it&lt;/span&gt;, be it to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;support friends&lt;/span&gt; acting in it (ADORA WONG AND IVAN LIM), to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;support the crew&lt;/span&gt; (our fellow TP alumni and current students), or just to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;enjoy a good documenteral&lt;/span&gt; (yes i know theres no such word lol) &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;peek&lt;/span&gt; into the lives of gangsters from a past age, it's worth the $6.50, or $9.50, or whatever they charge nowadays. =) i'd say that these are a group of people that have &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;made local filmmakers all over Singapore proud&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so CONGRATS to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boi Kwong&lt;/span&gt;, director of THE DAYS, the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cast and crew,&lt;/span&gt; and a huge thanks to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;, for granting me the privilege of being on set, and also to all the friends and people i've met during the production, i'd say your hard work really paid off. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;smashing&lt;/span&gt; soundtrack too. =D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rest of my week was spent pretty much bumming ard (probably the reason to how i managed to come up with that &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;incredibly long wordy no-one-read post&lt;/span&gt;) lol. went to several meetings, went back to school once? got to send karen off again (its a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; thing), and spent the weekend with churchies! whahahs. sent albert's cell off on sat and played &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;touch rugby&lt;/span&gt; on sunday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on this super muddy field LOL. ok, mayB not &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;muddy&lt;/span&gt;, but a more &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;grimy&lt;/span&gt;. eee. whhaas. but i tell you &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it was the funnest&lt;/span&gt; please. lol eventhoughimsuperunfitnow. BUT YAH. been centuries since i played sports with the church people, or with anyone else for that matter lol. hoorah to more games. =) lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sooo. yeah to sum it all up, last week was a emo one, but abide2time and church uplifted my spirits again. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we were talking a bit about how right now with &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;karen&lt;/span&gt; gone again there's only 7 of us left, but several years down the road,&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; cheryl&lt;/span&gt; will be gone, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;jer's&lt;/span&gt; going, then&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; mich&lt;/span&gt;, and then &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. which leaves (if my skills in math dont fail me) 3. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt;. lol. =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sigh. i guess that's how life is, we grow up, we move out. new friends become old ones. though, i dont think that i actually have older friends than i do in abide2, but yyyeah. I guess one thing this group can look forward to is that be in 5, 6 or even 10 years or smth down the road, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;we'll be playing tgt again&lt;/span&gt; for the glory of God. heh. =D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO YAH. THERES NORMAL BLOG POST FOR YOU SIR. xD lol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week's gonna be pretty much the same as the last, even right down to the day canyoubelieveit lol! going to the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gala for MAMAMIA&lt;/span&gt; 2mr NIGHTT!! ISVNSILLIBSDVSDBBSVOMGBBQWTHSDJVNSJKVSV LOL. CANT WAIT. dad says mrpresident is gonna be there so must wear nice nice. =S &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thing is.. it's before my hongkong trip, and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beforeHKtrip = &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;NO CLOTHES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so. im in kneedeepshit now. lol. ahwell. i'll figure smth out. so till nxt time! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;x&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gossipgirl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL I'VE &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; WANTED TO DO THAT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but ya. ok. -.- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thnxbye. xD LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-741920035003318317?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/741920035003318317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=741920035003318317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/741920035003318317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/741920035003318317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/09/far-away-long-ago-things-i-yern-to.html' title='once upon a december'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-2646832672476156800</id><published>2008-09-08T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:55:32.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fall for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because that's what people do. They leap, and hope to God they can fly, because otherwise you just drop like a rock, wondering the whole way down, why in the *hell* did I jump?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex Hitchens - From the movie &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-2646832672476156800?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/2646832672476156800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=2646832672476156800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2646832672476156800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2646832672476156800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/09/because-thats-what-people-do.html' title='fall for you'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-26446309810312598</id><published>2008-09-06T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:50:58.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i KILL you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-26446309810312598?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/26446309810312598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=26446309810312598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/26446309810312598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/26446309810312598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/09/silence.html' title='Silence!'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-7667137922880945454</id><published>2008-09-03T02:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:05:28.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black holes and revelations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=artbytom2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 481px; HEIGHT: 352px" height="483" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/artbytom2.jpg" width="615" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd time im posting part of a book up on the net (sure hope i dont get sued or smth). um. please dont read it if you have smth better to do. but if not, i'd suggest a quick glace through, coz after you've done that you'd probably actually want to read it through once more. It's just a short passage about.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i guess. -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simple stuff, nth too complex, but it'll probably leave you with smth to ponder about. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enjoy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Alchemist pg127-132 &lt;/span&gt;by Paulo Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They crossed the desert for another two days in silence. The alchemist had become much more cautious, because they were approaching the area where the most violent battles were being waged. As they moved along, the boy tried to listen to his heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was not easy to do; in earlier times, his heart had always been ready to tell its story, but lately that wasn't true. There had been times when his heart spent hours telling of its sadness, and at other times it became so emotional over the desert sunrise that the boy had to hide his tears. His heart beat fastest when it spoke to the boy of treasure, and more slowly when the boy stared entranced at the endless horizons of the desert. But his heart was never quiet, even when the boy and the alchemist had fallen into silence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why do we have to listen to our hearts?" the boy asked, when they had made camp that day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wherever your heart is, that is where you'll find your treasure&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But my heart is agitated," the boy said. "It has its &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt;, it gets &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's become passionate over a woman&lt;/span&gt; of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I'm thinking about her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, that's good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;During the next three days, the two travelers passed by a number of armed tribesmen, and saw others on the horizon. The boy's heart began to speak of fear. It told him stories it had heard from the Soul of the World, stories of men who sought to find their treasure and never succeeded. Sometimes it frightened the boy with the idea that he might not find his treasure, or that he might die there in the desert. At other times, it told the boy that it was satisfied: it had found love and riches.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My heart is a traitor," the boy said to the alchemist, when they had paused to rest the horses. "It doesn't want me to go on."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That makes sense," the alchemist answered. "Naturally it's afraid that, in pursuing your dream, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you might lose everything you've won&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, then, why should I listen to my heart?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you will never again be able to keep it quiet. Even if you pretend not to have heard what it tells you, it will always be there inside you, repeating to you what you're thinking about life and about the world&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You mean I should listen, even if it's treasonous?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Treason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you. Because you'll know its dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You will &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;never be able to escape from your heart&lt;/span&gt;. So it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way, you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The boy continued to listen to his heart as they crossed the desert. He came to understand its dodges and tricks, and to accept it as it was. He lost his fear, and forgot about his need to go back to the oasis, because, one afternoon, his heart told him that it was happy. "Even though I complain sometimes," it said, "it's because I'm the heart of a person, and people's hearts are that way. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don't deserve them&lt;/span&gt;, or that they'll be unable to achieve them. We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren't, or of treasures that might have been found but were forever hidden in the sands. Because, when these things happen, we suffer terribly."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer," the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself&lt;/span&gt;. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Every second of the search is an encounter with God," the boy told his heart. "When I have been truly searching for my treasure, every day has been luminous, because I've known that every hour was a part of the dream that I would find it. When I have been truly searching for my treasure, I've discovered things along the way that I never would have seen had I not had the courage to try things that seemed impossible for a shepherd to achieve."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So his heart was quiet for an entire afternoon. That night, the boy slept deeply, and, when he awoke, his heart began to tell him things that came from the Soul of the World. It said that &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;all people who are happy have God within them&lt;/span&gt;. And that happiness could be found in a grain of sand from the desert, as the alchemist had said. Because a grain of sand is a moment of creation, and the universe has taken millions of years to create it. "Everyone on earth has a treasure that awaits him," his heart said. "We, people's hearts, seldom say much about those treasures, because people no longer want to go in search of them. We speak of them only to children. Later, we simply let life proceed, in its own direction, toward its own fate. But, unfortunately, very few follow the path laid out for them—the path to their destinies, and to happiness. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Most people see the world as a threatening place, and, because they do, the world turns out, indeed, to be a threatening place&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So, we, their hearts, speak more and more softly. We never stop speaking out, but we begin to hope that our words won't be heard: we don't want people to suffer because they don't follow their hearts."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why don't people's hearts tell them to continue to follow their dreams?" the boy asked the alchemist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because that's what makes a heart suffer most, and hearts don't like to suffer."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From then on, the boy understood his heart. He asked it, please, never to stop speaking to him. He asked that, when he wandered far from his dreams, his heart press him and sound the alarm. The boy swore that, every time he heard the alarm, he would heed its message.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That night, he told all of this to the alchemist. And the alchemist understood that the boy's heart had returned to the Soul of the World.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So what should I do now?" the boy asked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Continue in the direction of the Pyramids," said the alchemist. "And continue to pay heed to the omens. Your heart is still capable of showing you where the treasure is."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Is that the one thing I still needed to know?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No," the alchemist answered. "What you still need to know is this: before a dream is realized, the Soul of the World tests everything that was learned along the way. It does this not because it is evil, but so that we can, in addition to realizing our dreams, master the lessons we've learned as we've moved toward that dream. That's the point at which most people give up. It's the point at which, as we say in the language of the desert, one 'dies of thirst just when the palm trees have appeared on the horizon.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Every search begins with beginner's luck. And every search ends with the victor's being severely tested."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The boy remembered an old proverb from his country. It said that the darkest hour of the night came &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just before the dawn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sure brings a whole new meaning to the term "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;follow your heart&lt;/span&gt;" eh. lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so.. yeah. reason why i chose to actually put this up is coz i've been talking to a few people recently, dont know how we actually got to it, but somehow conversations i've been having with people over the past few days have been about the heart, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(not heart as in, bloodpumping-keepingyoualive kindda heart, but more like. the lovey dovey inside you smth like ur soul, kindda heart)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;about dreams, wishes, goals, love lost and love gained.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;don't deserve them&lt;/span&gt;, or that &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;they'll be unable to achieve them&lt;/span&gt;. We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;moments that could have been good but weren't&lt;/span&gt;, or of &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;treasures that might have been found but were forever hidden &lt;/span&gt;in the sands. Because, when these things happen, we suffer terribly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer," the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;worse than the suffering itself&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes we choose to do things that's easier, safer. but will it really make everything better in the end? no one wants to be hurt (again). but is the fear of suffering really worse than the suffering itself? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im beginning to think so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believe or not, TOMU, (yes that's me im just talking in 3rd person coz i think its cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;has been watching Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one whole frikin season of it LOL. ok before you start suanning me, actually try &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;watching it urself&lt;/span&gt; please. LOL. it's pretty woah &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;woah&lt;/span&gt; okay. -.- whahas.&lt;br /&gt;ok i mean, if you look at it from another perspective, its the same as most other dramas, with a few more interesting elements thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;and if i reallllyyy wanna be bitchy about it? i'd say, its &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;exactly &lt;/span&gt;the same as the OC, cept, with a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;bitchy narrator&lt;/span&gt;. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;narrator concept&lt;/span&gt; of which i feel was already made widely popular (not from citizen kane weirdly lol but) probably from other dramas, like desperate housewives, in which in that aspect it was one of their dead neightbours. anddd.. grey's anatomy which if i may say so myself has brought me close to tears (dont laugh it's probably had the same effect one you bleh) many many times b4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl, on the other hand, brings forth the true cruelty of it all i guess, the voice (Kristen Bell, who is uber hawt too) i feel is &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;perfectly&lt;/span&gt; casted, and the dialogue &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;never fails to amuse me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gossip Girl: This just in: S and B committing a crime of fashion. five-finger discount. Who doesn't love a five-finger discount. Especially if it's the middle one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so apart from the bitch of a v/o, its like this, so far, its been about mostly &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rich&lt;/span&gt; (and good looking) &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;people falling in love with other rich&lt;/span&gt; (and other good looking) &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;, and one of them falling in love instead with this other (not so rich and good looking) guy. but along the way things start to get complicated with the intro of this guy's past crush from back in the times he didnt hang out with the richer people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds familiar? (or did it even make sense?) =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but YAH LAH. okay. i have to admit, although its pretty much a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;chic flick fan's fantasycometrue&lt;/span&gt;, it DOES get loads better as the episodes progress. The plot's smart, the girls are hawt (as in woah woah hawt), the clothes are expensive, the guys are cool and there really are those &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; MY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GAWDDDDD&lt;/span&gt; moments lol. (and of course the really &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; ones)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so.. what exactly izit that attracts people to shows like that? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im guessing its probably one of the two things, or both. I'm either &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;we really like how cool everything is&lt;/span&gt; (face it, one kiss in the movies ALWAYS solves everything), or how we can sometimes actually.. well, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;relate to things that happen&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i guess there's smth in GG for everyone, if you're not the popular kind, then you'd relate to dan and jenny, but then if you are, then i guess you'd relate to everyone else. lol. there's smth for the adults too, coz i guess it gives a lil insight into how teens lead their lives (or at least how we want to) and not forgetting the display of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;how screwed up adult life can actually be&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;butt.. yeah. i guess in the end all our lives are a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tad bit dramatic&lt;/span&gt; in their own ways. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ask my friends. -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol, life.. is really sometimes lonesome &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;without &lt;/span&gt;people, but on the other hand it might just sometimes be too complicated &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;. lol. like everyone else in the "upper east side", im guessing &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;all we're really looking for is love&lt;/span&gt;, eh? to love and to be loved, be it whether its a guy or girl, or with friends. we dont want to complications, we dont want the pain, and we dont want the drama. we. just. want. to. bloody. be. happy. -.- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol. but think about it. imagine gossip girl, without the bitch of a narrator, without the drama, without the hurt and pain. -.- it'll be, like.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i duno. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanted to say fairytale, but &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;even humpty dumpty bloody died&lt;/span&gt;. (and they just HAD to king's men and horses &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; be able to fix him) -.- more exciting i guess. -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah, so. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it'd be boring&lt;/span&gt;. take S and B for example, they're supposed to be best friends, but they get into these huge &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;killeachothernoremorse&lt;/span&gt; kindda fights; fights of which if they didnt get into, they'd probably not be so close.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talk about &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;things we can relate to eh&lt;/span&gt;? i guess life puts us to the test whereever we go and whatever we do. and people have been so aware of it they're even making shows to prove the point, but i guess at the end of it all, we gotta know, that &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;God has a plan&lt;/span&gt;. a plan for all of us, and that as long as we believe in this plan and put our faith his hand, then it will be okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What you still need to know is this: before a dream is realized, the Soul of the World tests everything that was learned along the way. It does this not because it is evil, but so that we can,&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; in addition to realizing our dreams, master the lessons we've learned as we've moved toward that dream&lt;/span&gt;. That's the point at which most people give up. It's the point at which, as we say in the language of the desert, one 'dies of thirst just when the palm trees have appeared on the horizon.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so while we're on this point on life and all, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;through the past 20 years, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i've hurt alot of people&lt;/span&gt;. and have been hurt pretty much myself too. to those that i have, i wanna say that it's smth i &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; meant to do, and even if i did mean it (we all have our darker times right?), i always go home regretting it. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;im sorry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the world has hit me back though, that you can be sure of. ironically, the same way i've hurt people. before, actually. =S &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol. ok probably no one knows what im talking about. -.- so don't worry if you dont too. LOL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just miss the times where &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;things were simpler&lt;/span&gt; you know? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sure, back then we'd think WAHHH life sucks, so drama, so much shit's happening. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and im sure i'll probably think that way about the times when i was still 20 too, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but.. yeah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;life was simpler back then&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"cause you always saw in me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all the best that i could be."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol. i'll never forget the times too. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/09/black-holes-and-revelations.html' title='black holes and revelations'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-3430737306538780476</id><published>2008-08-22T02:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T02:32:56.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because im sick post</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;feel as if my spirit's given up. as in not spirit spirit. but just the me inside me spirit. -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just love not making sense hekhek. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it kidda sucks not having a shortshort term goal. sucks even more when im sick. -.- lol. good news tho. i bought a new game. hopefully that'll keep my mind off whatever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not exactly who i make myself out to be right noww..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanna fly again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-3430737306538780476?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/3430737306538780476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=3430737306538780476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3430737306538780476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3430737306538780476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/08/because-im-sick-post.html' title='Because im sick post'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-8158358084390418441</id><published>2008-08-22T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T02:15:04.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;dengue aches are scary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-8158358084390418441?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/8158358084390418441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=8158358084390418441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/8158358084390418441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/8158358084390418441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/08/dengue-aches-are-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-1908085128017017686</id><published>2008-08-21T03:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T03:24:56.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to break free</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T7xmH-Amt2k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T7xmH-Amt2k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then again. don't we all? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;surfing youtube the other night and i chanced upon this &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;treasure trove&lt;/span&gt; of QUEEN live performances at wembly for LIVEaid 1985 and 1986 AND OMAHGAWSH. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I TELL YOU. is really TREASURE TROVE. lol! &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Freddy Mercury is MAD&lt;/span&gt;. whahahas but a super cool person to watch perform. He doesnt give a shit what &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;anyone &lt;/span&gt;thinks when performing. and really. woah&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WOAH&lt;/span&gt;. lol. go watch it fer urself. lol. and you'll feel like you've broken free of whatever. heh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-1908085128017017686?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/1908085128017017686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=1908085128017017686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1908085128017017686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1908085128017017686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-we-all.html' title='i want to break free'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-3233239687405697474</id><published>2008-08-20T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:12:55.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;tomu. my21grams.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;but not busy like i used to be anymore :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;omgawsh. lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-3233239687405697474?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/3233239687405697474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=3233239687405697474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3233239687405697474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3233239687405697474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/08/tomu.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-6207124938264446108</id><published>2008-08-18T15:02:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:04:49.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Built to Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mv1206kvh-E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mv1206kvh-E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Someone whose smile makes me feel I've been holding back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now there's nothing I can't do."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Built to Last - Melee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: DONT READ THIS POST. IT WILL WASTE YOUR TIME.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Norwegian Wood&lt;/span&gt; by Haruki Murakami&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let''s see, now, what was Naoko talking about that day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course: the "field well." I have no idea whether such a well ever existed, It might have been an image or a sign that existed only inside Naoko, like all the other things she used to spin into existence inside her mind in those dark days. Once she had described it to me, though, I was never able to think of that meadow scene without the well. From that day forward, the image of a thing I had never laid eyes on became inseparably fused to the actual scene of the field that lay before me. I can go so far as to describe the well in minute detail. It lay precisely on the border where the meadow ended and the woods began-a dark opening in the earth a yard across, hidden by the meadow grass. Nothing marked its perimeter-no fence, no stone curb (at least not one that rose above ground level). It was nothing but a hole, a mouth open wide. The stones of its collar had been weathered and turned a strange muddy white. They were cracked and had chunks missing, and a little green lizard slithered into an open seam. You could lean over the edge and peer down to see nothing. All I knew about the well was its frightening depth. It was deep beyond measuring, and crammed full of darkness, as if all the world''s darknesses had been boiled down to their ultimate density.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It''s really, really deep," said Naoko, choosing her words with care. She would speak that way sometimes, slowing down to find the exact word she was looking for. "But no one knows where it is," she continued. "The one thing I know for sure is that it''s around here somewhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands thrust into the pockets of her tweed jacket, she smiled at me as if to say "It''s true!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then it must be incredibly dangerous," I said. "A deep well, but nobody knows where it is. You could fall in and that''d be the end of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The end. Aaaaaaaah, splat. Finished."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Things like that must actually happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They do, every once in a while. Maybe once in two or three years. Somebody disappears all of a sudden, and they just can''t find him. So then the people around here say, ''Oh, he fell in the field well.''"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not a nice way to die," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it''s a terrible way to die," said Naoko, brushing a cluster of grass seed from her jacket. "The best thing would be to break your neck, but you''d probably just break your leg and then you couldn''t do a thing. You''d yell at the top of your lungs, but nobody''d hear you, and you couldn''t expect anybody to find you, and you''d have centipedes and spiders crawling all over you, and the bones of the ones who died before are scattered all around you, and it''s dark and soggy, and way overhead there''s this tiny, tiny circle of light like a winter moon. You die there in this place, little by little, all by yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yuck, just thinking about it makes my flesh creep," I said. "''Somebody should find the thing and build a wall around it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But nobody can find it. So make sure you don''t go off the path."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don''t worry, I won''t."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naoko took her left hand from her pocket and squeezed my hand. "Don''t you worry" she said. "You''ll be O.K. You could go running all around here in the middle of the night and you''d never fall into the well. And as long as I stick with you, I won''t fall in, either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you be so sure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just know," she said, increasing her grip on my hand and continuing on for a ways in silence. "I know these things. I''m always right. It''s got nothing to do with logic: I just feel it. For example, when I''m really close to you like this, I''m not the least bit scared. Nothing dark or evil could ever tempt me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that answers that," I said. "All you have to do is stay with me like this all the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you mean that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I mean it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naoko stopped short. So did I. She put her hands on my shoulders and peered into my eyes. Deep within her own pupils a heavy, black liquid swirled in a strange whirlpool pattern. Those beautiful eyes of hers were looking inside me for a long, long time. Then she stretched to her full height and touched her cheek to mine. It was a marvelous, warm gesture that stopped my heart for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My pleasure," I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I''m so happy you said that, Really happy," she said with a sad smile. "But it''s impossible." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't help but wonder how Mr. Murakami can pour &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; emotion into words. So much depth and feeling from the soul to the paper. Maybe its coz they used to use pens back then. lol. typing sucks. LOL. -.- hmn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i guess i sometimes wish too that i could do things like that, to let emotion flow freely onto whatever canvas im painting my thoughts on. To remember &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not just the moments&lt;/span&gt;, but to put onto paper the emotions i felt (or am feeling) as a twenteen-on-the-verge-of-adulthood kid. I started the blog with the name "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/religion/soulweight.asp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my21grams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" with that exact initial intention, for this blogspot to be an outlet for the weight of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seems most of what i've been doing instead is rant. lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even so, my memory has grown increasingly dim and i have already forgotten any number of things. Writing from memory lke this, i often feel a pang of dread. What if I've forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is this dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be that as it may, it's all i have to work with. Clutching these faded, fading, imperfect memories to my breast, i go on writing this book with the desperate intensity of a starving man sucking on bones. This is the only way i know to keep my promise to Naoko&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if i forgot the most important things? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I blog to remember, so i look back at the better times (as i've done with my entries countless times before) and realise &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;why i am&lt;/span&gt; who i am at whatever point of life. I guess it's just one of the other things i do to keep from getting lost. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But then again, im not writing some autobiography, or a book, its a blog everyone can read and have opinions about, so there are limitations. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;limitations like, how some of you might be thinking right now (asuming you actually made it down here) what in the world would possess this boy (me) to actually pen (except its not really "pen" anymore izit?) weird things like that onto a online blog. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELL. this afternoon i initially had the idea of letting this talk about emotions on paper lead slowly into things like friendship, about how no matter what,&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; everyone judges&lt;/span&gt;. and how sometimes, its nice to have old friends, coz the older friends are, the less they seem to do that. but now that i took a uber long break halfway through the post to catch The Dark Knight for the 2nd time with the rest...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh ok. -.- you know what, i WILL talk about it, since i alr said that much. LOL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;please excuse this post. i know its a total waste of space on the internet, but wth right, theres more than enough space here for a few lifetimes. -.-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like i was saying, i sorta figured out while taking a bath (you know how ppl always kinnda "figure things out" during baths right) that we're living in a world where everyone judges. as in, making assumtions from the things done, the things said, or even how you look and blah blah. and somehow thats the way it is with people. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i guess it's a lil' bit coz people want to fill out holes in other people, holes being things they dont know about each other, so they make guesses from what they can infer. you knowww.. like how some people wear branded clothes, and people start thinking that this guy's rich, and further infering that he's snobish and proud, or the other way around, where another doesnt dress nicely. But then again you can never really know can you, coz any of these two can be just brilliant actors (or that they just dont care), kidda thing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;yes i know im just full of shit lol. but yyeah im coming to my point! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so like, i was saying, i've actually managed to get to catch up with some of my older friends over the past few months, and it was &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; meet-ups, you know, the kind where two of you just walk along the street and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dont care if theres conversation or not&lt;/span&gt;, and when it's time for a sitdown, you just sitdown for a drink somewhere? Simple. and the one thing that strikes me as nostalgic is that.. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no judging&lt;/span&gt;. just the coffee, me, and you. sure theres a lil bit of poking fun at each otherr.. or commenting on how this or that jacket looks good or not.. but nothing really hurtful see? its &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;good-natured&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;edifying&lt;/span&gt;. coz old friends know where each other's lines are without having each other to draw it out over and over again, just like some of us may have to do with other people. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but to make old friends, you gotta first make new ones. right? =) and i guess that's what makes life interesting. its like they say, if you &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dont know the worst, you wont know the best&lt;/span&gt; if it slaps you in the face. so i guess we need to see the worst in people, before we can really appreciate good. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its like... a dirty diamond (i dont know why people keep using diamonds)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok. lets not use diamonds. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its like...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL. OKAY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its like.. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a rock&lt;/span&gt;. =) when you first see a rock (imagine you're a rock too please), it's nice, it has nice little jagged edges, with bits of lil shiny parts sticking thru it shines from time to time and makes you happy, especially when ur stuck somewhere in darkness. But when you spend enough time with this rock, you realise there's more to it than you thought, so you start rubbing away at it, which creates friction, sure it hurts, and the rock gets pretty hurt too, heating up and all like that, lol. but lets say &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you dont give up&lt;/span&gt;, you both go on rubbing away at each other until one day, you both realise beneath all that grime and dirt, you guys are not actually rocks, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;diamonds&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL. SORRY STILL COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yyeah. so diamonds, and you two shine brightly for each other like you never imagined. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i guess. friendship's never really easy. but it's more than not always worth the pain. as long as you dont give up. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so. dont lor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol. dont ask me what the post is about, coz i dont really have a clear idea myself. It was probably just inspired by the sad &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; book i'm reading, or the things going on in life, or mayB even a random thing, like friendship or love. who knows? i've got a messed up mind. lol. hope i didnt waste ur time. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Then it must be incredibly dangerous," I said. "A deep well, but nobody knows where it is. You could fall in and that''d be the end of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The end. Aaaaaaaah, splat. Finished."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Things like that must actually happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They do, every once in a while. Maybe once in two or three years. Somebody disappears all of a sudden, and they just can''t find him. So then the people around here say, ''Oh, he fell in the field well.''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The night is darkest just before the dawn, And I promise you, the dawn is coming.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-6207124938264446108?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/6207124938264446108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=6207124938264446108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/6207124938264446108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/6207124938264446108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/08/built-to-last.html' title='Built to Last'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-1874709854641685834</id><published>2008-08-17T17:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:36:07.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vindicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WoJV4NLxqg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WoJV4NLxqg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe there's a hero in all of us, that &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;keeps us honest&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gives us strength&lt;/span&gt;, makes us &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;noble&lt;/span&gt;, and finally allows us to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;die with pride&lt;/span&gt;, even though sometimes we have to be steady, and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;give up the thing we want the most&lt;/span&gt;. Even our dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May Parker - Spiderman2&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-1874709854641685834?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/1874709854641685834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=1874709854641685834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1874709854641685834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1874709854641685834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-believe-theres-hero-in-all-of-us-that.html' title='Vindicated'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-5685257415775324536</id><published>2008-08-11T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:31:11.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fall for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="275" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rA7x2PpZNgg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rA7x2PpZNgg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;' Because a girl like you is impossible to find. You're impossible to find. '&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-5685257415775324536?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/5685257415775324536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=5685257415775324536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5685257415775324536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5685257415775324536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='fall for you.'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-221290527360966163</id><published>2008-08-07T23:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:19:11.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231805263940906786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SJsbKxM3byI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YkgkghSS-Uc/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OUTBREAKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pimple frenzy&lt;/span&gt; please! whahhhas. DARNIT. all this while i thought i had my face under control. BUT NOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have this &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;theory&lt;/span&gt; (omg the peekchure is damn disturbing ah) that it's because we hang out with amos so much that the spores in the air around him gets infected and somehow gets into our facial pores. so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimples. are.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; contagious&lt;/span&gt;. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL ok just kidding. (amos you know we love you right) but it'd be damn scary right. -.- like. if pimples really spread through the air, and if you took a microscope and look into the air u'd see like.. little &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pimples with little wings&lt;/span&gt; flying around and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;imbedding&lt;/span&gt; itself into someone else's face pores. LOL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;em·bed&lt;/span&gt; (ěm-běd')&lt;br /&gt;v. tr. To enclose &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;snugly&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;firmly&lt;/span&gt;. Not unlike potting a plant. &lt;em&gt;"He potted the plant"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. whahahhahas! ouh ouh! and since we're on the topic of zits........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: for those who have yet to catch this amazing video, i recomend you put whatever you are eating, if you ARE eating&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(or for that matter, drinking too) aside before attempting to press play. if not, enjoy the background music yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5M5PTSCSHiQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5M5PTSCSHiQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOHOOO! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have a zit-ful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oops.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZIT-&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt; DAY PEOPLES! xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont you just love pointless brainless posts. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-221290527360966163?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/221290527360966163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=221290527360966163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/221290527360966163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/221290527360966163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/08/pimple.html' title='Pimple'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SJsbKxM3byI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YkgkghSS-Uc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-2759958150579135083</id><published>2008-08-07T02:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T02:57:12.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EGO BOOSTERRRR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i. am. a.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Laid-back Doer&lt;/span&gt; (LD)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL. Even the name sounds damn cool please!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hekhek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laid-back Doers are &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;friendly, happy persons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(wth is a *happy person* LOL)&lt;/span&gt;. They enjoy being together with other people. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Smart, eloquent, witty and charming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(WOHOO! SCORE ONE FOR TOMU)&lt;/span&gt;, they like to be the centre of attraction. They do not like to be alone. Their zest for life ensures that others feel well in their company and that they quickly get to know people. Laid-back Doers get the best out of every moment - many people of this type have a gift for &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;making their whole life one big party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;. Boredom is unknown in their presence because they are very good at carrying others away with their enthusiasm, their good mood and their optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thinking and profound philosophising about the meaning of life appeal less to Laid-back Doers. They are pragmatic, realistic and live completely in the here and now. At work too, they prefer it when it’s all go and they can act out their purposeful manner to the full. They have no problem handling several tasks at once and they blossom out in crisis situations! A varied field of activity with a lot of social contacts is just the right thing for them. One will also&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; seldom find them inactive in their spare time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(see. its not m fault) &lt;/span&gt;; due to their open, curious nature, they mostly have many hobbies and interests. They are not afraid of the unknown: as they are flexible and creative, they quickly adjust to new situations and make the best of them. They sometimes come into conflict with strict rules or hierarchies by which they quickly feel constrained and against which they rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As friends, Laid-back Doers are generous, helpful persons who attach great importance to harmonious relationships and a good atmosphere. Their sociable manner means that they have a large circle of friends and they love having the house full of many different types of guests. They are happy to give in to their spontaneous moods and fancies in the just one or two important things. This makes them appear somewhat unpredictable to those with a quieter nature. When it really matters, you can rely on them one hundred percent. As partners, they are creative, impetuous and imaginative - as long as their partner knows how to fascinate them. They can hardly stand boredom or routine in a relationship. They do not like conflicts at all; if a relationship becomes too strenuous or involves too much effort, they tend to withdraw from the partnership and start to look for a new partner. However, if one manages to keep their curiosity alive in the long term and surprise them again and again, one has a loyal and loving partner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality Survey from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipersonic.com/test.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.ipersonic.com/test.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Credits to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BETTY YEO&lt;/span&gt;! xD from whose blog i got the URL from. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont get me wrong tho. i think these shit tests are rubbish. but..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;EGO BOOSTERR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOHOOOOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-2759958150579135083?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/2759958150579135083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=2759958150579135083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2759958150579135083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2759958150579135083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/08/ego-boosterrrr-i.html' title='EGO BOOSTERRRR!!!'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-6584537795092896385</id><published>2008-08-01T02:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T02:05:12.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ra7xt9eLLIk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ra7xt9eLLIk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why you so liddat ah? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why you so liddat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always give you chocolate,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I give you my tic tac.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But now you got a kit kat, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You never give me back!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-6584537795092896385?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/6584537795092896385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=6584537795092896385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/6584537795092896385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/6584537795092896385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-you-so-liddat-ah-why-you-so-liddat.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-2963267070669360547</id><published>2008-07-31T01:33:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T01:00:06.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad one-liners</title><content type='html'>There has been thiss... dark blanket thingy over me recently.&lt;br /&gt;It's as if it's thin enough to see through, tricking me into believing that the end of the darkness is near, but then again, it's so heavy that it weighs down on me. keeping me way from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duno. from the world? from my friends? from.. being myself?&lt;br /&gt;but who am i really. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i guess i thought i knew. but i think i know now a guess, is still a.. well, guess. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya. -.-&lt;br /&gt;heavy blanket. it's feels like im back to 2 years ago. before BETSYBONG (yes i miss you like mad) like.. squished me back into the colour world. lol. so i guess right now all i need to do is lift that bloody blanket up. i gotta stop struggling, fight myself in the dark, and just let some k-po take my blanket off for me. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. someone tell me what really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO YAH. im blogging. for real. up there was just crap ranting so if u actually read though the whole thinggg... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TOO BAD&lt;/span&gt;. WHAHAHHAHAHAHHAS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no laaa. sorry lah ok? SORRY. ;P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heh. soooooo.... i've been&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; drifting&lt;/span&gt;! for those who are wondering what *&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;waiting-for-army&lt;/span&gt; boy* is doing; drifting between helping out in schooool, doing freelance, and well.. more drifting pretty much describes my life right now. I guess its pretty tough when you dont actualy &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;belong&lt;/span&gt; anywhere? whennn.. most of ur buddies are already where ur waiting to go, and you have to count on unreliable jobs and there being smth to help out with in school to keep you busy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but yyeah. i guess i should be happy. =) no frigging idea why im not. why despite all the friends and things keeping me busylike&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;madmonsterking&lt;/span&gt; i just feel... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt;. Extremely. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND YES OKAY. IM BUSY. SO WHEN YOU SEE ME. DONT ASK, *EH. WHY YOU SO FREE AH*. COZ IM NOT. NAWTTTT. NOTTTTTTT!!!!!!! *bleh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmn. yup. lonely &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and tired&lt;/span&gt;. you know how we get sick sometimes right? like, a flu, or fever, or smth like that. i wonder if we get sick &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;emotionally&lt;/span&gt; sometimes too. for the first time in my life, i looked into the mirror today and noticed dark rings. -.- LIKE. WOAH. whahahas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmn..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AASJHD:OAIHV:OSDV:OIUSDNV. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCREW IT&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SCREW IT ALL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;wrar&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;IT SUCKS BEING EMOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! AOINOINDVOISNDV:O!!!!SKMV:SKNV:!!! LOL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok. the world sucks, life sucks. -.- LOL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREW THE BLOODY BLANKET. IM COMING OUT WITH A HUGE SPOTLIGHT IN MY HAND.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LETS GO DAMMIT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;please bring back the happytimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Supremacy of Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1If I speak in the languages of humans and angels but have no love, I have become a reverberating gong or a clashing cymbal.&lt;br /&gt;2If I have the gift of prophecy and can understand all secrets and every form of knowledge, and if I have absolute faith so as to move mountains but have no love, I am nothing.&lt;br /&gt;3Even if I give away everything that I have and sacrifice myself,[a] but have no love, I gain nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Love is always patient;&lt;br /&gt;love is always kind;&lt;br /&gt;love is never envious&lt;br /&gt;or arrogant with pride.&lt;br /&gt;Nor is she conceited,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 and she is never rude;&lt;br /&gt;she never thinks just of herself&lt;br /&gt;or ever get annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;She never is resentful;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 is never glad with sin,&lt;br /&gt;but always glad to side with truth,&lt;br /&gt;whene'er the truth should win.[b]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 She bears up under everything,&lt;br /&gt;believes the best in all,&lt;br /&gt;there is no limit to her hope,&lt;br /&gt;and she will never fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8Love never fails. Now if there are prophecies, they will be done away with. If there are languages, they will cease. If there is knowledge, it will be done away with.&lt;br /&gt;9For what we know is incomplete and what we prophesy is incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;10But when what is complete[c] comes, then what is incomplete will be done away with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11When I was a child, I spoke like a child, thought like a child, and reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up my childish ways.&lt;br /&gt;12Now we see only an indistinct image in a mirror, but then we will be face to face. Now what I know is incomplete, but then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13Right now three things remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;is love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=aDSC_1962.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 311px" height="436" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/aDSC_1962.jpg" width="540" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy isnt that easy a word to spell anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;withlove. always, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from the guy behind the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-2963267070669360547?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-31878186.post-1840703561908841556</id><published>2008-07-22T04:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T05:04:22.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I’ll stand&lt;br /&gt;With arms high and heart abandoned&lt;br /&gt;In awe of the One who gave it all&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand&lt;br /&gt;My soul Lord to You surrendered&lt;br /&gt;All I am is Yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-1840703561908841556?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/1840703561908841556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>emoshit is gone. the weekend does help. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people kicking chairs infront of them in the cinema are shit.&lt;br /&gt;dont do it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;its stupid and irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-3533485999497093702?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/3533485999497093702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=3533485999497093702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3533485999497093702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3533485999497093702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/07/emoshit-is-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-1662738916752579951</id><published>2008-07-17T23:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:50:47.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>supershit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate being taken for granted &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;almost as much as i hate mouth ulcers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the weekend will be better. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tgif&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-1662738916752579951?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/1662738916752579951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=1662738916752579951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1662738916752579951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1662738916752579951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-being-taken-for-granted-almost.html' title='supershit'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-2300775518444535101</id><published>2008-07-17T02:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T02:50:03.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="296" width="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sAmhDDD3Hzk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sAmhDDD3Hzk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Calm down&lt;br /&gt;Deep breaths&lt;br /&gt;And get yourself dressed instead&lt;br /&gt;Of running around&lt;br /&gt;And pulling all your threads and&lt;br /&gt;Breaking yourself up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's a broken part, replace it&lt;br /&gt;But, if it's a broken arm then brace it&lt;br /&gt;If it's a broken heart then face it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hold your own&lt;br /&gt;Know your name&lt;br /&gt;And go your own way&lt;br /&gt;Hold your own&lt;br /&gt;Know your own name&lt;br /&gt;And go your own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything will be fine&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be fine&lt;br /&gt;mmmhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on&lt;br /&gt;Help is on the way&lt;br /&gt;Stay strong&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your own&lt;br /&gt;Know your name&lt;br /&gt;And go your own way&lt;br /&gt;Hold your own&lt;br /&gt;Know your name&lt;br /&gt;And go your own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything, everything will be fine&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the details in the fabric&lt;br /&gt;Are the things that make you panic&lt;br /&gt;Are your thoughts results of static cling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the things that make you blow&lt;br /&gt;Hell, no reason, go on and scream&lt;br /&gt;If you're shocked it's just the fault&lt;br /&gt;Of faulty manufacturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah everything will be fine&lt;br /&gt;Everything in no time at all&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your own&lt;br /&gt;And know your name&lt;br /&gt;And go your own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name)&lt;br /&gt;Are the things that make you panic&lt;br /&gt;Are your thoughts results of static cling? (Go your own way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name)&lt;br /&gt;Are the things that make you panic (Go your own way)&lt;br /&gt;Is it Mother Nature's sewing machine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the things that make you blow (Hold your own, know your name)&lt;br /&gt;Hell no reason go on and scream&lt;br /&gt;If you’re shocked it's just the fault (Go your own way)&lt;br /&gt;Of faulty manufacturing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be fine&lt;br /&gt;Everything in no time at all&lt;br /&gt;Hearts will hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jason Mraz (feat. James Morrison)&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Details in the Fabric&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok. yes. i do know that no one actually reads the lyrics. but for those who do. they're actually temporarily helping me get thru another of my random emo states. so read it and listen to the song if ur emo too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol. thanks amos for posting it on ur blog. heh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ayee. yyeah. so.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmn. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-.- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was about to say smth emo. but i realise that life hasnt really been that bad since the last time i blogged, and that i've really well. nothing much to complain about. but still. the nights are always emo somehow. havent really felt happy for sometime for some strange reason. i mean, yyeah! i have fun, i smile i laugh.. but.. aiyer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this emoshit will disssapear. it'll go away again. it always does. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so.. anw. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've been doing freelance! quite abit of it actually, and the pay's not exactly that good, but i guess its okay. :) building up my portfolio and doing smth productive while waiting for the army and all is loads better than working as a couch potato. =) ohyeah. i've been running too. and.. learning how to swim -.- sorta. heh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was talkin to abby just now about how we sorta feel. stuck in the middle and out of place. friends all leaving for army, no stable job, us going to school so much when we should be leaving it behind, and how it's always awkward back in TP now. i guess.. kazumi's right about graduation. everything's differnt after awhile. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mayB i should start minding my own business a lil more a lil faster too. ahwell. DYB's almost over. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abby countered my *i know how you feel* tho. lol. she told me&lt;br /&gt;"But you have Jingyuan and LL!"&lt;br /&gt;lol. and yyeah! i do! whahahhas. ouh ouh and Amos and everyone else too please. lol. i think im actually incredibly extremly lucky to have got to know Pencils, VOS and the rest of the juniors. =) you guys dooo make a difference mindyou.&lt;br /&gt;heh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kk.&lt;br /&gt;peekchures and all will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;and. i miss karen =( and abide2! AND CHURCHHHHH.. SATURDAY GUYSSSS SATURDAYY!! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_1083.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 416px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="384" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/DSC_1083.jpg" width="526" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-2300775518444535101?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/2300775518444535101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=2300775518444535101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2300775518444535101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2300775518444535101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/07/calm-down-deep-breaths-and-get-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-1622788280967431500</id><published>2008-07-15T04:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T04:08:21.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should start blogging alot again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wait. -.- ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should start blogging alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-1622788280967431500?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/1622788280967431500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=1622788280967431500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1622788280967431500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1622788280967431500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-should-start-blogging-alot-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-5058008710505153500</id><published>2008-07-12T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T01:52:43.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-5058008710505153500?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/5058008710505153500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=5058008710505153500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5058008710505153500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5058008710505153500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-5422287697998597393</id><published>2008-06-25T01:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T03:11:20.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_2162.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 297px; HEIGHT: 429px" height="746" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/DSC_2162.jpg" width="455" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i reached too many too far too much for too long again this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xinyi's shoot&lt;br /&gt;DYB&lt;br /&gt;Nayang Vid&lt;br /&gt;Zumi's make-up fashion shoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never thought life would be like that after graduation. -.- just hope jobs stop coming. either that or i'll have to learn how to reject friends. im sorry guyss. its just my body cant take as much as it used to. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to feel &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent started learning to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;swim&lt;/span&gt;, havent started learning to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;drive&lt;/span&gt;, havent started &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt; for NS and havent even started &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;editing&lt;/span&gt; graduation or australia trip pics. seems like, life's moving to fast even for me to catch up with it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;weird abrupt sidenote in the middle of my entry: this is not an emo post. its a rant. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yyeeahh. i did a 2 fashion shoots recently, and they're ubershit cool ones. =) can't say im totally satisfied with them, but i guess the exposure was good. =) and so is the feeling helping friend out yo! will post peekchures and all from the shoots up on my&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; soontobe new DEVIANTART PAAAGGEEEE&lt;/span&gt; WOHOO. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DYB has also been going on for what seems to be like the longest time. although it's been fun. and rewarding. =) seeing how different people pose and react to the camera never fails to amuse me. and the plus point is that they have fun with their classes and all yo! cheering and laughing each other on. lol! jus hope those who couldnt make it during their course dates will come on&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; thursday and friday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yyeah. 11-8pm days everyday, most days starting out with just amos and (sometimes caleb) and i setting up, and the same few people every night clearing up. trust me guys. im &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;uber greatful&lt;/span&gt; for the lot of you. =) it's been a super tiring (so far) 6 days of shoot, but the banner looks set to be a hit. =) so i guess you could say im prettayy happy. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thatt.... all the shooting and carrying and stressing and blahblahs have kinda taken a toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i got sick&lt;/span&gt;. -.- and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been neglecting the nanyang video simply coz i have well.. no time. and nothing in me left. past few days have been pretty much of hell on earth for me. -.- its hard to even begin to explain. and.. well yeah. im sorry abs and matt. i know i should be doing alot more.&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;this time.. i just cant anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to understand.. k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you other guys too! esp those helping me out with dyb. i know i've been &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a bitch&lt;/span&gt;. lol. and i shout and i scold and i well. basically been &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a bitch&lt;/span&gt; luh. -.- lol. so. just hit me the way LL does the nxt time i am. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always like. busy. i dont ever know why. i thought it'd be different after gradudation. ya know? like. no school work and all anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahwell. seems as if the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;runway's a lil' clearer&lt;/span&gt; for landing again after this load of freelance and all. just one more vid in july for natt's mum. and then. i really think i should stop.&lt;br /&gt;just. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and be bored again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. hmn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt a lilbit of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;breakdancing&lt;/span&gt; tho. in the midst of hellweek. thanks wanting for that. =)&lt;br /&gt;managed to watch &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;getsmart&lt;/span&gt;, which was da bomb. laughed like crazee. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;finally made it (tho i wa super late) for a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;programme outing&lt;/span&gt;. =) (we'll miss you val).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;andd.. have a group of the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;bestest friends&lt;/span&gt; a 20 (shit im really that old) year old guy can ever hope to have. =) thanks for the care help ad concern. =) you guys know who you are. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;REPLY TO TAGS WOHOO&lt;/span&gt;! (3 first)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comment/tag with a "TOMU RAWKS" -yes you have to admit to it- ;D and i will,&lt;br /&gt;1. Tell you why I friended you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Associate you with something - random, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell you a memory I have of you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.&lt;br /&gt;6. Something that i really want to apologize about&lt;br /&gt;7. In return, you donr have to (but SHOULD(duh)) post this in your LJ/blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fionehneh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. COZ YOU WERE MY &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FRESHIE&lt;/span&gt;! and&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; fellow GL&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;fellow FA&lt;/span&gt; and fellow &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;coursemate&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;fellow maincomm&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;fellow BS&lt;/span&gt; partner. ok i know i should let the fellow mellow. -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. crazyshit laughter, mushrooms and funky hairdos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. you.. being my freshie and fellow GL and fellow FA and fellow coursemate and fellow maincomm and fellow BS partner and your crazyshit laughter, mushrooms and funky hairdos. LOL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; ironman&lt;/span&gt;. -.- with &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you and yeeshan and donson&lt;/span&gt; omg nightmare. lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. WHY MUSHROOMS? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Sorry i dont rmb you that well as a freshie! and i thot u looked like *ahem*ahem* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. COZ YOU'RE A &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CRAZYBITCH&lt;/span&gt; and i was super amused but ur bimbo-ness. i can relate girl. LOL. -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NIGHT OF FIRE&lt;/span&gt;! and ur crazy bursting into weird poses and the funniest times. lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. YOUR HUMOUR! LIKE MAD. LOL. you never fail to make me &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;laugh like shit&lt;/span&gt; please whahhas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. back when you were a subcomm in my group! SO QUIET OMGAWSH. lol! aye and ur bimbo cheer. forever etched in my memory lol.&lt;br /&gt;5. Where'd you learn to be so retarded? =S and like. how come so white. and like. WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SO MEAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Sorry for being a bitch. sometimes. BUT NOT AS MUCH AS YOU. BITCH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chrys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. eh. i duno leh. DOC i guess? izit? eh no leh. ARGH. its a design school thing lah! lol. or.. mayB thru izak or amos. lol! REFRESH MY MEMORY YO. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. COOLNESS. whahas you're &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;damn cool&lt;/span&gt;. altough ur like. burnt. =S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. hmn. ur maturity i guess. you're someone i feel i can talk to. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. when we were sitting at the design entrace talking about ur um. ex. :S i dont know why, but that memoty sorta stands out for me. =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What cca were you in in secondary school? =S AND WHY SO PRO IN DRAWING!!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Sorry for always piling you with work durin DYB...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-5422287697998597393?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/5422287697998597393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=5422287697998597393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5422287697998597393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5422287697998597393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/06/roar.html' title='roar.'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-4646697703447620561</id><published>2008-06-20T23:58:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T02:16:20.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comment/tag with a "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TOMU RAWKS&lt;/span&gt;" -yes you have to admit to it- ;D and i will,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Tell you why I friended you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Associate you with something - random, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Tell you something I like about you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Tell you a memory I have of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Something that i really want to apologize about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. In return, you donr have to (but SHOULD(duh)) post this in your LJ/blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214018972701390498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SFvqoXADdqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ee9pWh36pRc/s320/eDSC_1388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;JIAYI&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;. You were the girl making the noise at the back of the class with your bangles during scray uncle ronald's drawing essentials. and you were cute. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. Eyeliner. :S lol. and waiting for heaters. =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;. The way we can just talk about anything and make it the most interesting topic EVAAA. hekhek. aye and yes. your dress sense. that's 2 things! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;. hmn. it's hard to actually pick one. ouhouh! the week aft i came back from hokkaido and b4 u left! lol, we were getting each other uber excited. -.- LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;. WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR SHOPPINK SPREES! ITS LIKE. GSS YO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;. hmn.. the way i acted to you before. i guess you know what i mean. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214018968134336818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SFvqoF_LwTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Nw-a6D55Xps/s320/eDSC_0031-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;KAZUMI&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. Coz of abby and jiayi! NOTICEBOARD YO. =) and you were my GL. =P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. JAPANESE. and cute stuff. lol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. ur sweet sweet nature. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. u imitating terrence's laugh LOL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;. How long do you take to do ur makeup everyday? =S &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry for always promising to catch up but not having the time to. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214018971694823986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SFvqoTQEejI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rtuAtyLlaRs/s320/eDSC_0200-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BETSYBONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;EH. I CANT RMB LEH. buttt... should be thru cousin. =D i was damn scared of you before please! coz you damn crazy. OH I RMB ALR. OPEN HOUSE OPEN HOUSE! LOL. U FORCED A BALOON ONTO MY HEAD PLEASE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. The cartoon character you look like, which up till now i still cant pinpoint. AND THE BOXY MSN BONG. =D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. 10million please. lol. but i guess its probably how're you're always there to be my light at the end of the tunnel no matter what. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. The first time caleb and i made u cry! coz we promised to go back lounge but couldnt.. lol. sorrayee.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;. How do you always smell so good. =S LOL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry for not always being there. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOHOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-4646697703447620561?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/4646697703447620561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=4646697703447620561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4646697703447620561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4646697703447620561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/06/commenttag-with-tomu-rawks-yes-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SFvqoXADdqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ee9pWh36pRc/s72-c/eDSC_1388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-8981637473439777232</id><published>2008-06-20T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T01:30:46.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By obligation. (coz kena force) -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comment/tag with a "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TOMU RAWKS&lt;/span&gt;" -yes you have to admit to it- ;D and i will,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tell you why I friended you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Associate you with something - random, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell you a memory I have of you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.&lt;br /&gt;6. Something that i really want to apologize about&lt;br /&gt;7. In return, you donr have to (but SHOULD(duh)) post this in your LJ/blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOHOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-8981637473439777232?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/8981637473439777232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=8981637473439777232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/8981637473439777232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/8981637473439777232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/06/by-obligation-coz-kena-force.html' title='By obligation. (coz kena force) -.-'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-4545537996777734924</id><published>2008-06-20T00:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T01:10:32.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont think i've been though anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as heartwrenching or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a horrible thing. like zumi said in her blog. sending a friend off and knowing you'll never see him again. Seeing, hearing and feeling his family's sorrow and loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clifton. there were enough poeple there that day to make one whole FOC. lol. it will be different without you, not being able to discuss nxt year's programme comm's skills and how we can help them improve. Visiting camps without my good old programme mentor is just something i dont even want to imagine. You have been the light for me and so so so many others. And that's how we'll all always remember you yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we all sang the TP school song with you one last time before they sent you off i just kept remembering the times you were still here, singing your heart out with the rest of us. Your smile was always one that brought joy to those around you. Singing it that afternoon knowing that we'd never see that smile agian.. is just a feeling so extreme that can only be felt and not put into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother came to speak to the crowd of us just aft we finished and she told us that she was proud of you, and that she's happy to know that her Clifton had so many friends. i couldnt understand some of it, coz she spoke in chinese. But what she said just made so so many of us break. you did leave a legacy behind yo. and we're all proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so is Singapore. lol. in a way. :) seemed as if the whole frigging army was there at mandai luh. with the band, the ppl with the rifles and all. a sending off worthy of a hero. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye. Clifton. there will come a time when we will probably smile and laugh again as before we heard the new about your passing, there will be a time for laughs and jokes again, but know this. we will never forget the joy that YOU brought to us, and how you had faith in so many of us when others did not, we will feel sad (like, extremely) when we think about you, and how you could actually be laughing with us, but then we will smile again, coz we know that you arnt the kind who would want anyone to be sad, especially if it's coz of you. You were always a person who had hope in people, and one who was always there for us. And that's who you will continue in our hearts. k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as we all shouted for you during ur very last few moments, we will shout together now that you will always always be loved and missed, and remembered as our hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou Clifton. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wouldn't be who i am now if not for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thank you for everyone who was there for me over the past week. it really helped me through the period in case ur thinking it didnt. i love you all. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a message from yilin, Clifton's girlfriend of three years, for those who didnt get it;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you all for the past 4 days. I'll be strong because i know Clifton would want me to. I guess it's another painful lesson learn, esp heartwrenching one for me, he said he'll be back but he never will... treasure and love the ones around. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't take anyone for granted&lt;/span&gt;. Love you all very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-4545537996777734924?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/4545537996777734924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=4545537996777734924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4545537996777734924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4545537996777734924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-think-ive-been-though-anything.html' title='a hero'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-7523731760264701966</id><published>2008-06-17T01:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T01:33:55.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK THIS OUWT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dyb-publicity-150.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 476px; HEIGHT: 331px" height="332" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/dyb-publicity-150.jpg" width="514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Design Studies Club is back with another OTT (it means over the top) event! The DESIGN YEAR BANNER will be a collective collage of photos (with crazyshit expressions and poses) design students from all years and courses put together into one uber-large canvas and will be placed at the design entrance. Apart from showing other schools what we are, the Design Year Banner will also be the first such event where everyone chooses to come together and show how we at design are so much more than just a family.&lt;br /&gt;So watcha u waiting for?! Grab your friends and bring your extreme expressions down to the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;space between the design LTs&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;17th-27th June&lt;/span&gt; at two time slots; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1-3pm&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4-7pm&lt;/span&gt; to get your place on the biggest collective collage to ever hit TDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reserved a spot for you. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a COURSE POSTER consisting of photosquares (that’s what we’ll call it from now on ya) of all your course mates will be sold at the low low price $6 (that’s zero-profit for us) will also be available for you to purchase. Be it whether you choose to keep it as a souvenir, a poster on your wall, or just something to remember you friends by, it’s something that will definitely be worth keeping. Its not everyday that you get an offer like that! Just DSC’s way of saying thanks, for being the coolest. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to direct any questions to any DSC maincomm. =) and.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPREAD THE WORD YO! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dyp-shootingtimings-150.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 480px; HEIGHT: 333px" height="435" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/dyp-shootingtimings-150.jpg" width="566" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a project proudly brought to you by Design Studies Club&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-7523731760264701966?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/7523731760264701966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=7523731760264701966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/7523731760264701966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/7523731760264701966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/06/design-studies-club-is-back-with.html' title='CHECK THIS OUWT!'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-4381823437564596636</id><published>2008-06-12T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T01:40:08.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1030296.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="524" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/P1030296.jpg" width="673" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we dont know how to react&lt;br /&gt;we dont know what to feel&lt;br /&gt;we dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;what to say&lt;br /&gt;how to take it&lt;br /&gt;how to believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so many convos open, but everyone remains silent.&lt;br /&gt;it's too unfair.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt hit me. but the memories do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prog back in year one&lt;br /&gt;the nice guy&lt;br /&gt;the great teacher&lt;br /&gt;the one who always takes the fall for us&lt;br /&gt;the picture that im looking at right now on my table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in year two&lt;br /&gt;your infamous wet sloppy kisses&lt;br /&gt;the talks late into the night&lt;br /&gt;you always being there for elene and xiuhui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your card game during subcomm camp&lt;br /&gt;your frequent visits back to school&lt;br /&gt;our promises to catch up&lt;br /&gt;your devotion to always being there for us&lt;br /&gt;our random meeting at safti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still can't believe it. i refuse to. i know it to be true. but i want so much for one idiot to come along and tell me it was just all one big prank, and get one more sloppy kiss from you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clifton, you have changed my life, and so many others'. You were a blessing to us all.&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace my dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;your memory will live on in us till we join you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-4381823437564596636?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/4381823437564596636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=4381823437564596636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4381823437564596636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4381823437564596636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-dont-know-how-to-react-we-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-275020441862592340</id><published>2008-06-11T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:57:27.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;please dont let it be true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-275020441862592340?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/275020441862592340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=275020441862592340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/275020441862592340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/275020441862592340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/06/please-dont-let-it-be-true-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-5557646418037067532</id><published>2008-06-11T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:09:32.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared&lt;br /&gt;But I've become what I can't be, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there&lt;br /&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair&lt;br /&gt;But fair ain't what you really need&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can u see what I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-5557646418037067532?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/5557646418037067532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=5557646418037067532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5557646418037067532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5557646418037067532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/06/untitled.html' title='untitled.'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-132784801430610818</id><published>2008-06-09T16:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:04:11.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eDSC_0147.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 392px; HEIGHT: 382px" height="515" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/eDSC_0147.jpg" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hello you. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-132784801430610818?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/132784801430610818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=132784801430610818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/132784801430610818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/132784801430610818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/06/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-3813216587775593345</id><published>2008-06-04T09:23:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:19:02.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with love from aussieland. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;3rd (or is it the 4th?) day is aussie and boy i tell you, has it been&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; one helluva expereince&lt;/span&gt;. From the riding in the A380 (which really wasnt anything great, apart from the crazzy movies), to living in this &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;huge ass&lt;/span&gt;-dunnohowtheymakemoney hotel with a 71st floor view of sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SEXzFjDSxEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZbL-8m7tYVI/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207835820757795906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SEXzFjDSxEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZbL-8m7tYVI/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to this pasar-malam like market which i think the designers would just fall &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt; with,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SEX0RvYMlnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gYKXql_eooE/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207837129736754802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SEX0RvYMlnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gYKXql_eooE/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to the many many different art fairs, long long walks in the nicely chilled (huh? lol) weather, andd... the FOOD FOOD &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FOOD FOOD FOOD&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the simple fish markets, the quality sushi, and the fine dining promises a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;fatter&lt;/span&gt; (likemad) tomu back in singapore. xD hekhek.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SEX1a2CTSxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SIbB9VGD5m8/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207838385654418194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SEX1a2CTSxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SIbB9VGD5m8/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(just look at my bro's spastic over-satisfied face) LOL. ok kiddingkidding. =P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and OH OH OH. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SKYDIVING&lt;/span&gt;. lol its crazyshit. like. really. really really really really. LOL. jumping out of a plane and realising (while spinning upside down like a madmonster) that ur actually in.. well.. the sky, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;flying&lt;/span&gt;. is just like. =S LOL. a.. WTH expereince. xD xD xD WOHOO!!! LOL. i've got a dvd! will show you guys as soon as i get back. xD xD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anw! that's the end of my short lil' update. more to come once i get back! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this entry is dedicated especially to my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;favourate pencils&lt;/span&gt; H and HB and to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;betsybong&lt;/span&gt;. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomu. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s: i know school's starting for the designers... and it might pretty well suck since we all had a blast over the hols, but hey! who says you cant enjoy school as well right? it IS after all spending time with the same people you did with over the hols! =) so bring that partay spirit to your work guys! and make sure i dont come back to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;emobongs&lt;/span&gt;! xD cyah guys soon! WOHOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-3813216587775593345?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/3813216587775593345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=3813216587775593345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3813216587775593345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3813216587775593345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-from-aussieland-xd.html' title='with love from aussieland. =)'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/SEXzFjDSxEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZbL-8m7tYVI/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-1550217481171822442</id><published>2008-05-29T23:08:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:05:35.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nights of fire and bigass jetplanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my bags are packed I'm ready to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm standin' here outside your door&lt;br /&gt;I hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But the dawn is breakin' it's early morn&lt;br /&gt;The taxi's waitin' he's blowin' his horn&lt;br /&gt;Already I'm so lonesome I could die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's one uber emo song. -.- BUT YAH. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ALL MY BAGS ARE PACKED&lt;/span&gt; YO! hekhek. the rest of the stanza is just rubbish,&lt;br /&gt;1) coz im actually &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sitting at home&lt;/span&gt; in front of my overused underpaid and old lappy,&lt;br /&gt;2) im not waking anyone up (cept probably this dusty blog),&lt;br /&gt;3) it soo is not the "early morn",&lt;br /&gt;4) taxis dont blow horns in Singapore, they call you up on your handphone and hit with their &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;crazyshit arsenal of vulgarities&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so seriously &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;anything &lt;/span&gt;but lonesome. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, i still havent found a girlfriend yet. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; HAVE MORE CRAZY FRIENDS THAN YOU DO&lt;/span&gt;! *NGHHHH* &lt;-- (it's the me&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; sticking out my tongue at you&lt;/span&gt; sound) LOL. Past few weeks (or more like months) have been mad mad mad &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MAD&lt;/span&gt;. Probably one of the many many reasons why i didn't get the chance to blog. =P and yyeah! i AM REALLY leaving Singapore for awhile. To &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;melbourne, sydney&lt;/span&gt;! hekhek, so if i dont come back &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;splattered&lt;/span&gt; from skydiving (YESAH), expect many goodies! Let me know if you guys want like.. dead kangaroo, wombat eyes or like platypus' snout or smth. and yeah. you all better attend my funeral if by some freak accident i die and bits of me &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;land on some australian windsheild&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YAH. NEW BLOGSKIN, NEW BLOG ENTRY, and might i say, i'm leading a relatively new life too. =D i've &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GRADUATED&lt;/span&gt;! OFFICIALLY! lol! and with a big bang at the end of that too! xD ever had the feeling sometimes? like.. a bit of baseless guilt, coupled with this slight uncontrollable happiness, and a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;crazyshit load of euphoria&lt;/span&gt;? yup. that's me. Since the last time i blogged, the world changed. lol. FOC, DOC and my brithday happened, heh. which, i will talk about in my nxt entry. what followed was madmonsterking funess too. xD the countless random stayover &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;laptop parties&lt;/span&gt;, weirdo &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;out-of-nowhere outings&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;out-of-nowhere places&lt;/span&gt; doing &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;out-of-nowhere things&lt;/span&gt; (para-para for one), DOTC (its a chalet), more stayovers, graduation and elections! heh. *phew* breathless just from saying it all out. lol. and those were just the major ones. =) yes, its been fun. hekhek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YYEAH. DOTC (&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Design.OrTogether.Chalet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;- Credits to Tomu and Izak for the weird but ubercool name!) turned out the be the coolest chalet &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;EVERRR&lt;/span&gt; yo! lol! From the checking in pretending that we were overseas, the impromtu Jam&amp;amp;Hops, the seemingly corny-ly perfectly planned amazing race, the manymany drunks, to early morning (weight is beautiful) breakfasts, random mass movie screenings, para para arcade adventures, and a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;200 pax&lt;/span&gt; bbq, plus a scary visit to redhouse coupled with a crazy carride AND followed by &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MANU WINNING THE BLOODY CHAMPIONS LEAGUE AND WINNING AND DOUBLE WHILE THE WHOLE CRAZY COFFEE SHOP WOKE THE WHOLE NEIGHBOURHOOD UP&lt;/span&gt; and finally watching the skyrise from the chalet balcony with the survivors, DOTC was one chalet &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;unlike any other&lt;/span&gt; yo! i'll let the peekchures do the talking. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eDSC_1072.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 482px; HEIGHT: 326px" height="348" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/eDSC_1072.jpg" width="538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfa just before setting off for the amazing race! Check out the damn cool clue design by Amos and the impromtu comm yo! xD Dress code was&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; secondary skoo PE shirts&lt;/span&gt;! WOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eDSC_1093.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 439px; HEIGHT: 672px" height="920" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/eDSC_1093.jpg" width="480" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfa again awaiting amazing race results on our amazing race matt. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eDSC_1095.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 438px; HEIGHT: 679px" height="881" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/eDSC_1095.jpg" width="497" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANDAVEL! lol! we even had some of the GLs making alliances! xD hekhek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eDSC_1097.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 437px; HEIGHT: 699px" height="891" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/eDSC_1097.jpg" width="504" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-T-T-O-TO O-T-T-OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eDSC_1176.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 433px; HEIGHT: 653px" height="884" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/eDSC_1176.jpg" width="504" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even had an impromtu photoshoot. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eDSC_1253.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 443px; HEIGHT: 691px" height="714" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/eDSC_1253.jpg" width="454" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we watched the sunrise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=KEEPITDOWN.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="495" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/KEEPITDOWN.jpg" width="703" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rules for the chalet! this just one of the many many pasted all ard our 2 chalets. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally not forgettingggg......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_YkafKkRN-g"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_YkafKkRN-g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DRUNKARDS! PEARLYN AND IZAK! whahahhas! aiz got punch drunk too but no videos! lol! SO YAHH. =D it was alll gooood. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE DETAILS FOR CHALET ON &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;IZAK&lt;/span&gt; OR &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LINNY'S&lt;/span&gt; BLOG! GO CHECK IT OUT K! DAMN COOL DAMN COOL. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Graduation&lt;/span&gt; was just a day after DOTC +1 (which was spent staying up designing cousin's poster), and we all had to put on these &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;weird harry potter-like robes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eDSC_1274.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 424px; HEIGHT: 647px" height="713" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/eDSC_1274.jpg" width="454" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and go through this uber formal graduation thingy. WHICH, was pretty cool actually. lol! cant believe i was like so nervous that my hands were shaking just before going up to collect my diploma. lol! but i guess it all marked a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;super uber important day in our lives&lt;/span&gt;; the final official official ending of our three years of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blood, sweat, tears, laughs and euphoria&lt;/span&gt;. ok so no one cried, but i guess we all really did feel a tinge or sadness, mayB even a bit of fear for what we left behind and what's to come. I hope our batch served as an inspiration to all those who will come after us. =) so. au revoir juniors. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;go further and soar higher than all of us oldies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eDSC_1338.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 478px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="407" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/eDSC_1338.jpg" width="613" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-grad party was semi-awesome. lol. taxi ride to airport for popeye's and "attempt-at-zouk-but-ending-up-in-fashionbar" with imd lecturers aft that was real cool too. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early in the morning but late for a super long day feeling uber tired and with a throbbing headache. But &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Del Mar with WonkaYAYA&lt;/span&gt; still rawked like shoke yo! whahahas! though the music was crazyshit loud and irritating and everything was just uber atas like mad. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEEKCHURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eDSC_1488.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 574px" height="686" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/eDSC_1488.jpg" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prettaye AMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eDSC_1495.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 582px" height="710" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/eDSC_1495.jpg" width="423" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prettaye CIA CIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eDSC_1512.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 481px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="411" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/eDSC_1512.jpg" width="618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETTAYE BOYS AND GURLS WOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eDSC_1537.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 479px; HEIGHT: 328px" height="433" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/eDSC_1537.jpg" width="654" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY PEOPLE DO CRAZY THINGS IN ATAS ATAS PLACES. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol! so yyeah! after a million years, meeting up withmy fav freshies still rawked as if &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;we never really left wonka&lt;/span&gt;. :) thanks for a super chill chilling session you guys. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eDSC_1579.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 525px" height="661" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/eDSC_1579.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILLSONGS WAS STRAIGHT AFTER! With Ama, Izak, JingYuan and LiLin! whahahas! we faced like. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1000382473846348765348965&lt;/span&gt; problems and last minute lack of tickets and being too late and all, but by God's grace (like really really) we made it to expo! With good tickets, good seats, and in good time! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how they say some things you can never really put into words? well. this is &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;crazier&lt;/span&gt;. Hillsongs United really shook the earth from under our feet and probably changed the lives of many many who were there. The holy spirit just.. flowed loh. everywhere. =) like esp during the first half of worship. From the time they came of stage, to the time they got off, i could really just embrace His pressence like i've probably never really did before. =) The songs were &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;da bomb&lt;/span&gt; too, with the older ones like "one way", to songs from the newer album like "from the inside out" and "hosanna". =) we worshiped like. from. 6:30 to 10:30 and just when we thought it was all gonna end, the lead said "WE'RE JUST GETTING STARTED!" LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they played all the super uber high songs and like OMIGAWSH SERIOUSLY. AHHHH!!!! whahahhas! THINKING ABOUT IT JUST &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GETS ME CRAZY&lt;/span&gt; ALL OVER AGAIN! xD&lt;br /&gt;i just hope God spoke to LL and JY too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had supper at this super random &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hongkong place&lt;/span&gt; and boy i tell you, i dont think i've laughed so much at one single supper session before up till that day. LOL. RAWKS PLEASE! =D whahhahas! LL with her *having a pose for every situation*, JingYuan with her weird tongue and even stranger split-personality, and izak and ama just fueling to everything. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m34/mw_dust/eDSC_1579.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO THAT'S IT YO! Just ONE WEEK of what you missed from Tomu's post-grad life! hekhek. most of which spent with my fellow pencils;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;H (a.k.a LILIN)&lt;/span&gt; - Who is this crazy atfirst quiet, then became bimbo but now just this ball of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;neverending humour&lt;/span&gt; has just been like this crazyshit madmonster girl who's super white (hence the nickname), likes DARK (huh?) chocolate and is super &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;bimbo/bitchy/vain&lt;/span&gt; BUT still one of my lovely lovelies! whahahas! BITCH. SHOW EVERYONE MY WEIRD PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HB (a.k.a JINGYUAN)&lt;/span&gt; - Who has this &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;out of the world MAMA-SAN personality&lt;/span&gt; (which i will dedicate one whole blog entry to once im back from auzzie land), and is UBER funny when she goes into it. lol! other than that, she's just... mean. and has a long tongue. LOL! NO LAH. SHE'S TOTALLY LIKE THE MY SASSY GIRL GIRL LOL! cept &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;+aunty flavour&lt;/span&gt;. hekhek! BUT still one of my lovely lovelies. ;) YOU'RE DAMN CUTE WOHOO! she likes cookies and cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life rawks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CYAH GUYS ON THE 9TH! xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s: credits and many many many thanks to fifi for staying up and all to do my taggyboardd. xD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-1550217481171822442?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/1550217481171822442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=1550217481171822442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1550217481171822442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1550217481171822442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/05/nights-of-fire-and-bigass-jetplanes.html' title='nights of fire and bigass jetplanes'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-3784225718424156845</id><published>2008-04-14T03:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T03:30:10.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;7 days of camp. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the last 7 with the SU peeps ended seemingly before it even began. can't believe the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;days are gone&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will update about camps and birthday surprises right aft i get back from DOC. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-3784225718424156845?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/3784225718424156845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=3784225718424156845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3784225718424156845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3784225718424156845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/04/7-days-of-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-4503280230310851897</id><published>2008-04-06T13:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:30:01.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OK. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I KNOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i haven't blogged in 10 years. WELL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've BEEN BUSY. *&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sticksouttongue&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL! YEEAHH! so for those of you who know... FYP'S &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;OFFICIALLY&lt;/span&gt; OVAAAAAAA. No more&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; planning&lt;/span&gt;, no more crazy&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;shoot&lt;/span&gt;days, no more &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;editting&lt;/span&gt; AND NOT EVEN A LIL' BIT OF &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;DIPLOMA SHOW&lt;/span&gt; LEFT TO DO! WOHOO!!! whahahahahs! all that's left is actually just well... graduation. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why the sad face you ask? well like duh i'm happy fyp's over for good, but it being over, also very well means that &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;school's over&lt;/span&gt;. yeurps. that's right. three years. THREE YEARS, of crazy projects, crazi&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt; project groups, super memorable friends, the good times and the emo ones.. They're finally also coming to an (very abrupt) end. But well! i guess i can't really complain can i? The times i had, the friends i made, PLUS HOW I'M ENDING IT OMG! lol! talk about &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;going with a bang&lt;/span&gt;. =D heh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well! as much as im not really proud about my fyp and yada yada, i managed to get an &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;, which... i guess i should be happy about. =) but that ain't just it! ITS THE CAMPS MANNNN (and DND).. =D lol! the past two weeks (and the next two to come) have just been&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; madmonsterking kindda craziness bonkeressness&lt;/span&gt;. LOL! with D&amp;amp;D, DOTC2(!) and the Business nightwalk, delivering packages, insane mass DOTC outings and even the countless latenight mass convos! lol! not forgetting FOW and FOC, FOLLOWED by DOC alllll starting like.. TODAY, in 2 hours LOL OMIGOSHHH!! lol! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; could ask for a more exciting end to 3 equally exciting years. heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok MAN. i know, i'm starting to sound like a total patriot and weirdo to some of you guys. but like seriously. like SERIOUSLLYY. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;TPrawks my socks&lt;/span&gt; more than um um. whisky on the rocks? =S LOL. heh. yyeah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/R_h1RG0iMjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Zddktbkzt9c/s1600-h/IMG_1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186023907666309682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="197" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/R_h1RG0iMjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Zddktbkzt9c/s320/IMG_1317.JPG" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=D D&amp;amp;D was &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;DA BOMB&lt;/span&gt;, =D lol! ok so mayB the emcee was a lil notasfunnyaslastyears, BUT WHO CARES OMG. THE &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;COMPANY&lt;/span&gt; IS CRAZYSHIT MAD FUN. LOL! everyyyonee dressed &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;reallayeee nice&lt;/span&gt; and we all had a serious ball of a time! =D (gettit? BALL? of a time? BALL? LOL) -.- ok. i'll just let the picture do the talking. we were doing the design cheer to call for a design group photo. DAMN COOL RIGHT. =D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/R_hnmW0iMiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pmu-bIu2tx8/s1600-h/30032008239.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186008879575740962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="221" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/R_hnmW0iMiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pmu-bIu2tx8/s320/30032008239.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so.. DOTC2. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;. heh. like.. my first time seriously leading a full-fledged camp group as an FA, and i've gotta tell you, it's a thrilling expereience. everyone in ALFA is just like. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;woah&lt;/span&gt;. heh. the 3days in camp were just unlike any other experience i had guys. =) and im proud to say that i've got each and every single one of you on macson's and my team! WOHOO. heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;GO ALFA&lt;/span&gt;! =D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course.. not forgetting the maincomm! lol! omigosh big as we may be. i think that everyonee did a fantabulous job. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*clapsx10*&lt;/span&gt; =) lol! from the efficient welfare oppening doors, to the crazy log decorations on resident evolution, to the crazyfastlearner year one programmers, camp exco, and finally, MY FAVOURATE FAs. =) YYEAH! lol! this vid by amos and i is for you guys! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-30c24b729a7b5b2c" 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://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D30c24b729a7b5b2c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331258939%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1CF7B0B6BFF9006287A947F1F2CEA41967A15E19.2BFFC733562C02359EBB5C83D1471CDC1BC2D8DD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D30c24b729a7b5b2c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtYLIi8hKqUB_aIMW8OmZ64K90Jo&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://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D30c24b729a7b5b2c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331258939%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1CF7B0B6BFF9006287A947F1F2CEA41967A15E19.2BFFC733562C02359EBB5C83D1471CDC1BC2D8DD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D30c24b729a7b5b2c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtYLIi8hKqUB_aIMW8OmZ64K90Jo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heh. so yeah. =) DOTC2 rawked &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;bigtime many many&lt;/span&gt;. we did many many crazyshit mad damn paisei things, and had many many fun. =) we skipped, we nightwalked, we laughed, caleb cried, but what i definetly will remember in years to come, IS OMG THE BIMBO-NESS! LOL! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and.. for every bimbo posse, there needs to be a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;bimbo queen&lt;/span&gt; right? INTRODUCINGGGGG.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2ed0af077abc412a" 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://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2ed0af077abc412a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331258939%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1CD7344DDA7B7A1BD7E89EC714A4294199186183.489998D72F59E3079191360DF28A1FBD7A209ADF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2ed0af077abc412a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-ybKAMUp0I2IzRG49lhDvzwmh7w&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://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2ed0af077abc412a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331258939%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1CD7344DDA7B7A1BD7E89EC714A4294199186183.489998D72F59E3079191360DF28A1FBD7A209ADF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2ed0af077abc412a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-ybKAMUp0I2IzRG49lhDvzwmh7w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LI LIN&lt;/span&gt;! whahhas and that's just the shorter version! lol! she'd murder me if i posted the full cheer. hekhek! she's a natural please! don't believe? watch the video again. lol! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soooo.. yyeah! that's about it! =) then we had nightwalk with business, which was fun as usual, then we spent the next few days packing and sending out orientation packages (i went with cockboy amos,&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; strengely&lt;/span&gt; it was fun) lol! and then our outing where we watched super unscary horror shows and had fun at swensens and YUPS! here i am now! :P lol! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll upload many many more vids and photos of camps once im back! so if you liked what you saw, up there, lol keep watching this space! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TILL THEN,&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; SICKLIKEMADBOY&lt;/span&gt; IS OFF TO CAMP WOHOOO! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomu, OUT! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s: i have nooo idea why there's this like. picture under the videos. BUT I GOTTA GO SO NO TIME TO FIX. please imagine u didn't see it. WOHOO! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-4503280230310851897?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2ed0af077abc412a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=30c24b729a7b5b2c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/4503280230310851897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=4503280230310851897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4503280230310851897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4503280230310851897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/R_h1RG0iMjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Zddktbkzt9c/s72-c/IMG_1317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-8477059339108423190</id><published>2008-03-18T03:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T03:19:12.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not break the way you did,&lt;br /&gt;You fell so hard&lt;br /&gt;I've learned the hard way&lt;br /&gt;To never let it get that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my way&lt;br /&gt;And it's not too long before you point it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I cannot cry&lt;br /&gt;Because you know that's weakness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to fake&lt;br /&gt;A smile, a laugh everyday of my life&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't possibly break&lt;br /&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you die&lt;br /&gt;I heard you cry every night in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;I was so young&lt;br /&gt;You should have known better than to lean on me&lt;br /&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;br /&gt;You just saw your pain&lt;br /&gt;And now I cry in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;For the same damn thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I try my hardest just to forget everything&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I don't know how to let anyone else in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you -&lt;/em&gt; Kelly Clarkson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's one.. bloody sad song. sigh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;and a fitting one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sorry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-8477059339108423190?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/8477059339108423190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=8477059339108423190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/8477059339108423190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/8477059339108423190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-will-not-break-way-you-did-you-fell.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-734114387241980659</id><published>2008-03-15T03:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T03:16:03.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so.. i'm tired. very&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;very&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;. lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but sometimes. i just wish i could be tired &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;coz of me&lt;/span&gt;. hmn. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANW. i saw my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;eyecandy&lt;/span&gt; today (droolslikemad). and am temporarily happy again. xD&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-734114387241980659?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/734114387241980659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=734114387241980659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/734114387241980659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/734114387241980659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/03/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-2359260984499890360</id><published>2008-03-14T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T02:44:06.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LIUHWKUGFKSUYB FKBF KSUYBFKUSYBFKUGWKS SBG LIUEG H:OIERJHOIEJG DOIG DLKJFGBKSJNBDJKF B:SJG H:DS HDSGJDKHG LUDGH:OIJG "ODJF LNDBLKJH KJDB LKSJ"*OJ" OPJ "OWIJ OJPOIJ EOIJG ;OSJ 'PDL L,MB.LKFNBXC.BC,XMNBZKJDRHG; OEIHG OHGUGSKJGBKJ DFJHG;IOEAJT' PAEJTGEHG;KJXDBCVB.,M NOEIG H'PIHGXKMDBN/LKZCNB'OIZDJH Pwje rPOQJPISGONSDGKJNDKJBGKDJBGKJ ZDN/LSJZF'POJWAGJEG'OI G&lt;br /&gt;PEJG PEGOIEHGOIHG OIH GOIRH RG&lt;br /&gt;PO;G;UR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OEIRHGEROIHG;ODIR HGOIERH!!!! :oih :!iu !:iub!ilbukYV IDUGH ;DOIU ;OI HG;E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-2359260984499890360?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/2359260984499890360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=2359260984499890360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2359260984499890360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2359260984499890360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/03/liuhwkugfksuyb-fkbf-ksuybfkusybfkugwks.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-2441708548335146256</id><published>2008-03-11T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T01:50:26.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/R9V0xEEdEZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jS5VUlUyyEg/s1600-h/2320290458_a8e0ae70c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176171732987089298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/R9V0xEEdEZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jS5VUlUyyEg/s320/2320290458_a8e0ae70c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;who dont come who die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-2441708548335146256?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/2441708548335146256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=2441708548335146256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2441708548335146256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2441708548335146256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-dont-come-who-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/R9V0xEEdEZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jS5VUlUyyEg/s72-c/2320290458_a8e0ae70c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-6625688775586952263</id><published>2008-03-11T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T01:47:53.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ranting sessions&lt;/span&gt; with betsybong. Rock. xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-6625688775586952263?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/6625688775586952263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=6625688775586952263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/6625688775586952263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/6625688775586952263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/03/ranting-sessions-with-betsybong.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-4971610397785029570</id><published>2008-03-05T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T01:38:04.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've been there and back again &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;too much&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-4971610397785029570?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/4971610397785029570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=4971610397785029570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4971610397785029570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4971610397785029570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-there-and-back-again-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-5469803075689155821</id><published>2008-02-24T20:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:05:13.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL. shit it's been sometime since i got this excited over someone else's. um.. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;surprise-ment&lt;/span&gt;. =S lol. ay! hope it all went well and all please. whahahahhahas. won't mention names to protect privacy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW. i finally know what it feels like to be a SAS &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BARBATUS&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pig&lt;/span&gt; la. -.- the barbatus part is just &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;uberfunny&lt;/span&gt;. lol. but yeah! so like. i spent today&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; sleeping&lt;/span&gt; the number of hours i'm normally awake, and the amount of hours im normally asleep, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;awake&lt;/span&gt;. -.- the rest of the time in between? was spent &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;overeating&lt;/span&gt;. xD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170525037988017922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="264" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/R8FlIJ-J9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SAiK0SLSqVE/s320/WooPigSooie2.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i should do something. um. more productive. -.- lol.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-5469803075689155821?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/5469803075689155821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=5469803075689155821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5469803075689155821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5469803075689155821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/02/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/R8FlIJ-J9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SAiK0SLSqVE/s72-c/WooPigSooie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-2376154175460702442</id><published>2008-02-21T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T05:00:19.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SvBIyJf6el0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SvBIyJf6el0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- Then live the rest of our life,But not together. -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can't believe i'm back here. after the past four of probably the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;craziest months of my life&lt;/span&gt;. never thought the end would come, but yet.. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it looks like i've come full circle&lt;/span&gt; (lol). mind you, it isn't easy&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; learning how to enjoy life again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so.. here i am, sitting cross-legged and concentrating. Listening to my newly formed "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;" playlist on windows media player and finally setting aside time to pen my21grams down on to this blank (but soon to be filled) space.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt;" by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DJsammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; plays not-so-loudly (don't want to wake my parents up) in the background. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol, the secondary school song we all used to think would be forever evergreen. heh. SECONDARY SCHOOL. -.- doesn't seem so far back, but when you actually sit down to think about it (like i am now), it's been a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;full three years&lt;/span&gt;. i think back to when we left Broadrick, but then i'm stopped by the realisation that soon &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it'll be TP that we'll be leaving&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three years. Gone by in a&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; flash&lt;/span&gt;. And i know it's probably a lil' bit too early to go emo over it. i mean, it's not so bad right? It's &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;only the best i ever had&lt;/span&gt;. lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's impossible enough to put even &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a day&lt;/span&gt; into words, let alone three years of the things i've learnt, the fun we shared and the relationships we've all forged. BUT, if i would actually try.. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ogvndizughlhdbkcmnblkcjnblklsdgn;zs!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; would be the one word to descibe it all (yes, it's a exclamation!) lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sigh... heh. so yeah. i can actaully feel life in TP finally coming to an end. and im telling you, no matter how emotionless i may seem to the lot of you, i can tell you it's&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; hurting more than u can imagine&lt;/span&gt; to leave. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on a.. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;BRIGHTER&lt;/span&gt; note. =D lol. -.- as in, its a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;damn bright note. lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;FYP'S OVERRR!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; JSGH KJSDGHKDFUGH RDUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOHOOOOOOOOOOOO! LOL. OK I KNOW THIS COMES DAMN LATE, AND U'VE ALREADY READ IT FROM MOST OF THE SENIOR'S BLOGS. BUT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DONT CARE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;WOHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; LOL! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEER FOR ME PLEASEEE!!!! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D::D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL. trust me, the relief is many &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt;. =D i guess everything went pretty.. okay i guess. =) not really happy with my final product, coz i know that i could've done better x10, but still! i'm just happy its all over, and that it still sorta came out.. well.. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt;. =S heh. will burn a dvd copy soon for u guys to watchh. =) whahhahas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i guess it was a pretty good expereience luhh. we all saw everyone's bad hairdays, and good ones, we shared the happytimes, the kan jiong times, and the death defying one. heh. i believe it's safe to say that it was more of &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;an adventure&lt;/span&gt; than just a plain project. lol. i just wanna say... that the biggest thing (and most valuable lesson) i've learnt through this, is that &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;friends are everything&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys (and gals); those who constantly stubbronly pushed me to do my word day after day, literally helped me out during production, or aided me in anyway at all, you guys know who you are. i owe you my thanks (&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and so much more&lt;/span&gt;). =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;. many many hugs and kisses from tomu to you! lol. i would've become a&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; soggy cabbage&lt;/span&gt; if not for people like you. =P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol. so for now. study hard, be good, and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;stayyy in sckoooolllll&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heh! more to come in my next post! look forward to it! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-2376154175460702442?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/2376154175460702442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=2376154175460702442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2376154175460702442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2376154175460702442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/02/then-live-rest-of-our-lifebut-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-4036833240882111300</id><published>2008-02-09T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T19:35:37.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="305" width="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/THtMy57rtlE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/THtMy57rtlE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="375" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know how it feels. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and if it's even remotely the same, i'm &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-4036833240882111300?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/4036833240882111300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=4036833240882111300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4036833240882111300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4036833240882111300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-know-how-it-feels-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-2050991245796004768</id><published>2008-01-20T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T11:30:44.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i poured my breakfast cereal onto a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;plate&lt;/span&gt;. -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think i need a break.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and even though its probably my millionth time hearing it, this made my cry. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="305" width="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2bXfNj3dvk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2bXfNj3dvk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="375" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A thousand times I've failed&lt;br /&gt;Still Your mercy remains And should I stumble again&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught in Your grace&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;Your will above all else&lt;br /&gt;My purpose remains&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing myself&lt;br /&gt;In bringing You praise&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;In my heart and my soul&lt;br /&gt;Lord I give You control&lt;br /&gt;Consume me from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;Lord let justice and praise&lt;br /&gt;Become my embrace&lt;br /&gt;To love you from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;And the cry of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Is to bring You praise&lt;br /&gt;From the inside out&lt;br /&gt;Lord my soul cries out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Inside out - Hillsongs United&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and.. Yuting, Lynette, Shaz, Adrain and my cast and crew. thanks so much. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-2050991245796004768?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/2050991245796004768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=2050991245796004768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2050991245796004768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2050991245796004768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-poured-my-breakfast-cereal-onto-plate.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-980862908785313854</id><published>2008-01-13T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T03:31:54.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-edit added-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friends dont just &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;make my life&lt;/span&gt;, they &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;save it from time to time too&lt;/span&gt;. i know i was probably too messed up in my mind to show any gratitude at any particular time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really guys. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'm rarely ever moved so much&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Caleb&lt;/span&gt; - For sticking by me the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;whollleee&lt;/span&gt; crazy friking 62 shot day. i know you were tiredtothemax before we even began the day, but still you were my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;key girp, soundman, production manager, runner&lt;/span&gt; and so much more for the most of the day. im sorry to have squeezed you so dry, but really. without you... -.- yeah. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;kaZOOMI&lt;/span&gt; - My this GL never ever fails to make an impact in my life everytime i see her. you devoted so much of your time and effort to my production and never asked for anything in return. Put so much &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;effort and skillZ&lt;/span&gt; into the makup, and yet still let me rush you like mad. zumi, you're really an exceptional makup-artist and worker. AND you're &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;damn good&lt;/span&gt; with kids. REALLY. lol! ay, on top of that you also my prodution photographer. LOL. loves lahhhh. =D oh and please okayy kazumi. you'll&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; always, always ALWAYS be a part of TP&lt;/span&gt; and TP a part of you, so next time, dont think. come only. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Abigail&lt;/span&gt; - After a crazyshit long day you still rushed down with the heavy tracks, took our crazy bad attitudes, and did an amazing job. im really (as in REALLY) sorry i had to get u to run such an errand for me, but abby, i really thank God ur part of my crew. xD did i tell you? im &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;damn impressed&lt;/span&gt; by the way you worked during my last shoot! whahahs. so jiayou abs, you have it in to be be &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;greater than great&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Matthew&lt;/span&gt; - Wahlao there really aint much like &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SGBOYS&lt;/span&gt;. xD lol. THIS BOYYY. ran marathon for me. lol! i know that in my most desperate times, matthew is always someone i can put my trust in. Matt may be an ass and kok combined at times, but i tell you, he'll be with you to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;drag you out of the shit u get urself into&lt;/span&gt;. heh. thanks matthew. and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SGBOYZX 4EvAXZXxxx&lt;/span&gt;. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jams&lt;/span&gt; - for the battery. LOL you &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;effectively saved my life&lt;/span&gt; luh. xD i owe you one life. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;SU peeps&lt;/span&gt; - ending the day with you guys &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;never fails to put a smile on my face&lt;/span&gt; no matter what my day was like. To Sarah for being a lifesaver, Ronald for his funnyshit, John for being my cousin, Betsybong for being my bestest latenightconvomate =D, Lynette for being there, and the rest of SU. The love you've been showing caleb and i is really &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;earth shattering&lt;/span&gt;. heh. SU wouldn't be what it is if not for everysingleone of you, and TP wouldn't be the same for me and for everyone else if not for what SU is. heh. xD thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; - hello. lol! He has been there, just as if he's not only my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3rd crew member&lt;/span&gt; today, but also my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;weather man&lt;/span&gt;. He made it sunny when i need sun, and rain when i needed rain, and when i so happend to have needed a shot with just a slight drizzle, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;there it was&lt;/span&gt;. Everything today (actually most of my life too) has been a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;testimony of his greatness and love&lt;/span&gt;. People say im damn lucky, but i'd like to tell them, im lucky to have God. =P they don't call him that for nothing i must tell you. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. FYP. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like abby (hope you dont mind) said in her blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the anxiety and unpredictable trauma&lt;br /&gt;its putting our passions to the test&lt;br /&gt;will we be able to stand firm in front of all&lt;br /&gt;or will we waver and doubt ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although one has fallen&lt;br /&gt;i hope for it not to be the same for the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add oil people&lt;br /&gt;lets get through this..&lt;br /&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you think FYP's difficult, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;think harder&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll get through this together peepsple. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a proper entry will come soon. in the meantime, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;jessybessyy.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt; (hope you don't mind too! =P) for the countdown party post. =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--edit start--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAHH.. TPOH08. it came and went just like that. :( and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. it sucks i could only be there for a day for my last OH. And i didn't even get to meet my rawkers! =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont get... why i just cant do what i wanna do sometimes ya know? i know it's uberly childish, but it seems to me that every minute (or second) i spend with my friends in tp now are just.. too precious to be wasted. just a few weeks till i unofficially grad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hateee thisss......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--edit end--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-980862908785313854?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/980862908785313854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=980862908785313854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/980862908785313854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/980862908785313854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2008/01/friends-dont-just-make-my-life-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-7862993909319253791</id><published>2007-12-31T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T19:25:22.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Can't believe i'm looking at the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;last sunset&lt;/span&gt; of 2007. LOL. wahlao that's a damn emo phrase. BUT EH. REALLY LEH. its uber sad. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for the first ever time since i can remember. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;im actually scared&lt;/span&gt; of next year. -.-&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; in four months i'll be leaving TP&lt;/span&gt;, and i can tell you, that's probably gonna be the suckiest things i'd ever have to go through. The events, the camps, the groups, the projects, design school, SU, the good times and bad, and most importantly the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. I never really ever thought of life in TP coming to an end, but now that it's just (officially) four months away, i'm seriously dreading it (although i want fyp to end like NOW). lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so yeah... my new year entry will come soon, tgt with the usual resolutions, commitments and stuff. but for now. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;. no matter who you are. if you're reading this, it probably means i matter enough (either that or u damn k-po =P) to you, and i wanna extend my heartfelt x10 thanks for making 2007, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the happiest year ever&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy new 2008 peepsple. xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheers to auld lang syne. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-7862993909319253791?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/7862993909319253791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=7862993909319253791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/7862993909319253791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/7862993909319253791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/12/cant-believe-im-looking-at-last-sunset.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-1093106823768665315</id><published>2007-12-29T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T03:14:25.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="280" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kO24o1PKdks&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kO24o1PKdks&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a thrilling chase, a wondrous place, for you and me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;BANGBUISHKABABOOMIBILNEKANASCIIEPANXZBVIOMVXBNBAMUEAHHH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you know they say.. shit happens? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;above is the sound when &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;big shit hits a fan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talk about emo mannn. :( E.M.O.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it just so happens, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;im a brilliant shit cleaner&lt;/span&gt;. heh. i'm here for each and everyone of you guys luh k. if you're even reading this. =) you know you guys are my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;favourate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;matthew... &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hai x2&lt;/span&gt;. one for you and one for me. lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorry&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; caleb&lt;/span&gt;. and&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; lynette&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i owe you two... so much more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-1093106823768665315?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/1093106823768665315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=1093106823768665315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1093106823768665315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1093106823768665315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/12/bangbuishkababoomibilnekanasciiepanxzbv.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-4679734259624395843</id><published>2007-12-28T02:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T02:07:25.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think i lost myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-4679734259624395843?l=my21grams.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-31878186.post-5916213236737293123</id><published>2007-12-20T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T16:08:44.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last ever OTC for me in TP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. shit damn emo. -.- whahahhahs. okokok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW. OTC'S OVERRRR!!! WOHOOOO!!! ok, mayB part of me misses the camp, but after all the worrying before and during camp, it being over... supposedly means focus on FYP. BUTTTTTTT..... (we'll talk about the but later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so. otc. Went... better than i expected. :) hahhas. this batch.. (like xiuhui says) kindda actually reminds me of the times we were back in year one. won't say anymore. BUT, guys, programmers, friends, family (sial), i know i seemed a lil'.. um. scary at times, and i acknowledge that i probably gave off that um. aura. =S lol! BUTTT (wahlao this is a damn butty post) im actually quite a funloving guy once you get to know me. =) it's just that i really really wanted to best best best from you guys, and i want to say that i can see most of you really put in your all, whether it was to improve, to teach or to learn, im proud to say im proud of all of you. =) let's rawk FO please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON ANOTHER NOTE (not fa but so), it was the shoke to see the friends floating ard camp. Seeing them, be it at my stations, while teaching hand signs, massdance or even the short periods after baths at the sportshall always had a way of making my day. =) thanks for listening to my rants, giving me valuble feedback and encouraging smses. =) SU rawks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. yeah. i almost forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS PEEPSPLE! xD LOL! WOHHOOO!! SO ACTUALLY, THAT'S WHY MY FYP'S BEEN STALLINGGG. =P but it's all for a good reason i guess. =) so. we had the usual. celebrations everywhere and gifts a plenty, both ways. thanks for all the cards guys. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im suddenly really tired. so. i shall continue soon! =)&lt;br /&gt;merry Christmas people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-5916213236737293123?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/5916213236737293123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=5916213236737293123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5916213236737293123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5916213236737293123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-4730740744107393452</id><published>2007-12-16T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T03:07:21.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9-CS2v8wcc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9-CS2v8wcc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="370" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the cool&lt;/span&gt;. wait till the middle. heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heh. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Drinking session with matthew rawks&lt;/span&gt;. Needed (even if it was just for a few hours) time to actaully just sit down, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mellow&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;complain&lt;/span&gt;. heh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so anw! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CAMP STARTS TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;! WOHOOO! It's surely gonna a a helluva adventure for all of us, and i guess i AM quite excited, despite everything. hope i'll get the chance to learn more, meet more, scream more, laugh more and maybe cry a lil AND GET A GIRLFRIEND OMG. heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LAST OTC&lt;/span&gt;. HERE I COME.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-4730740744107393452?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/4730740744107393452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=4730740744107393452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4730740744107393452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/4730740744107393452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-5689242914644963157</id><published>2007-12-12T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:53:45.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="370" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tell me that did't make you &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt; and i'll tell you you're either...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Lying &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Emo beyond rescue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Weird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heh. cutest thing everrr. xD creds to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Maybelin&lt;/span&gt; pulling me up on the way down. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ETSYBONG&lt;/span&gt;. latenightconvo friend rawks. really. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did any of you guys actually ever check out the lyrics for &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hey there delilah&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;damn romantic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bleh. Sigh. you ever get the feeling sometimes where u just wanna &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;sulk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and be in your ownnn world&lt;/span&gt;? like for, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;just one day&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im feeling it now. -.- Betsy's friend says &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;guys have pms once every three months&lt;/span&gt;. lol. maybe this is the day. heh. i have theories on what's bothering me, and right now it seems like it makes a whole load of sense to be pissed off/sad over the things im referring to, but im sure that tomorrow when i read this post again i'll think i was (or right now, am) really dumb. -.- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Maybe it's coz its december again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December is darkest and June is the light, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but this empty bedroom won't make anything right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so says the song... *shrugs* lol. Decembers and Januarys always seem to suck. -.- &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i blame the rain&lt;/span&gt;. lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OTC's comin, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the year3's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; (sorry guys, didn't mean to remind you =P) i realised recently. Can't say im looking forward to it, but then again, i never really anticipated any camp that much till the camp itself, i just hope... im right about this one too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sometimes... i sorta wish i were born a lil' more selfish.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-5689242914644963157?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/5689242914644963157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=5689242914644963157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5689242914644963157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5689242914644963157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/12/tell-me-that-didt-make-you-smile-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-5127604968374649504</id><published>2007-12-08T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:52:50.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qdp6MBpypKQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qdp6MBpypKQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="370" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; cock to the max&lt;/span&gt; the video is. check out the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;needless swaying&lt;/span&gt; of the girl please! lol! and the um. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;face &lt;/span&gt;of the guy. DAMN BAD omgoodness, but i &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;laughing like mad now&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. -.- the song's not that bad la anw. take a look! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ppffft. some&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; hectic&lt;/span&gt; week this one was. Glad to say tho, interim one's finally over. Presented my story idea and stuff, guess i could've done better, but considering how last minute i was i guess i should be content with what i had.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYP's is still the stress, tho i've FINALLY (yes finally) finished my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;first draft&lt;/span&gt; of the script. oh oh! i.. kindda need some help with that. lol! you see, the lecturer actually told me to get &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;as many ppl as i can&lt;/span&gt; the read it, and see what they think. SO, if you're reading this, please pm me on msn to ask for a copy. =D rawks thanks. lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so like i was saying, i caught up (sorta), but at the expense of my sleep -.-. lol. im sure you're already sick from hearing about my sleepless nights, but i think this was the worst so far. -.- &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5am nights for 3 days, and a 15min naponthewaytoschool&lt;/span&gt; the day before the actual presentation. LOL. AND, that's just the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;start &lt;/span&gt;of the fyp. lol! wish me luck. -.- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watched 2 shows in 2 days. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Golden Compass&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hitman&lt;/span&gt; lol. both of which... sucked. -.- lol! ok luh, maybe hitman wasn't THAT THAT bad, save for some of the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;really cheesy&lt;/span&gt; lines that were used, but Golden Compass was just... &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ugh&lt;/span&gt;. -.- lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANW! hitman was aft &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;GREENIES outing&lt;/span&gt;, which was pretty fun even though most of the rawkers didn't turn up. -.- lol! played games and all at tampines mall, got to see the few that came again, even if it was for awhile. =) hope they allll &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;come to TP&lt;/span&gt; man. lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH! and i bought my very own &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Rubik's Cube&lt;/span&gt;. -.- LOL. nerd ok i know. but its frikkkinn cool everytime u solve it. xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yeah, that's the update on my life so far, im losing my touch on blogging i know, but i just cant help feeling blogging &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;isn't as easy as it used to be&lt;/span&gt;. lol! maybe its a lack of inspiration, or maybe coz i've got loads less emo pangs now then i did then. =S quite sad actually. LOL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ttz like &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;being emo coz im not emo&lt;/span&gt;. -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;k next. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lemme illustrate. heard &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the scientist&lt;/span&gt; on my ipod the other day, and it's like. one of the three songs that always always get to me, but for some strange reason at that time it was &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;just some other song&lt;/span&gt;. =S ok im not making sense i know. But those of you who understand, you get what i mean right? lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i'm wondering, does that mean i'm leading a happier life now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;post will end ubruptly here. sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-5127604968374649504?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/5127604968374649504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=5127604968374649504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5127604968374649504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5127604968374649504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/12/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-3596668467831515207</id><published>2007-11-28T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:28:49.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4WsOOWCHUQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4WsOOWCHUQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got this from someone else's blog, don't really know what the malay means, but doesnt it make you feel all &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;warm and fuzzy&lt;/span&gt; inside? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guess i kinda miss that feeling.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-3596668467831515207?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/3596668467831515207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=3596668467831515207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3596668467831515207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3596668467831515207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/11/got-this-from-someone-elses-blog-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-3887456309199950958</id><published>2007-11-27T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T01:49:57.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="330" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xg8DWmlss7A&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xg8DWmlss7A&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think the song's damn cute. lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I WAS ON MTV&lt;/span&gt;. AND I DIDNT WATCH! AHHH. :( how. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh. and i &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;failed my pft&lt;/span&gt; (physical fitness test). sorta. Got gold grades for everything, cept my 2.4. so. yeah. emo as hell. timing was &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;6mins slower than my best in sec4&lt;/span&gt;. am super demoralised, and super angry (at myself). lol. retest for &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;all stations &lt;/span&gt;again on fridayyyyy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wish me luck. and give me power to run. -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-3887456309199950958?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/3887456309199950958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=3887456309199950958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3887456309199950958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3887456309199950958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-think-songs-damn-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-7855825754617784053</id><published>2007-11-19T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:09:53.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136421579147587794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="229" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/R0g8Nlm-MNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hqJFglrKC3Q/s320/DSC_3693.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;AHH. im finally blogging. =D &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gave up&lt;/span&gt; trying to force myself to do my fyp and all (for just 20mins). lol! my lecturers tell me im the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;slowest &lt;/span&gt;in like. MY COURSE. -.- and that i'd better speed things up.. but i don't know why i just cant! =S it's not like theres &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gunbound&lt;/span&gt; (tt was during the O's) or &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dota&lt;/span&gt;, or even the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;xbox&lt;/span&gt; to distract me.. it's just that I CAN'T FOCUSS!!!! whahahas. no idea what's going on, but i do know that i need to start doing SOMETHING before i effectively &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;fail my fyp for lazing around&lt;/span&gt;. -.- heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So friends! and family, please do continue to encourage (notice i didn't say nag =P) me and pray for my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;unfocusable mind&lt;/span&gt;. lol. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so anyhow, on a incredibly &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;brighter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bright&lt;/span&gt; note, is TPRAWKS! lol! (it's a name of an event btw, but yes, tp really rawks).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/R0hPqFm-MOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jg3Ta-8FfxQ/s1600-h/IMG_4951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136442959494787298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/R0hPqFm-MOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jg3Ta-8FfxQ/s320/IMG_4951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANW. =P it was basically like a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;major over the top and back again&lt;/span&gt; tour of TP for sec4 students of life (both academic and campuslife) in TP. But to me (or more like us), it was so so much more than just that. lol! the bonds we all formed with each other, the things the rawkers found out about the school, and the fun (yes the crazyshit fun) we allll had made it extra extra special for both the rawkers and the leaders. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and yes, i had to juggle my fyp deadlines DURING tprawks itself, which meant 3 days of camp, each day followed by work till 4am, and then back to school again at 7:30. =) but like i said, (i did say it earlier right?) it was &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;well worth it&lt;/span&gt;. xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's to the ones that made it that much special-ler for me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;DOIcee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(realname, Dolyce)&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;favouratest&lt;/span&gt; PL! lol! don't know what i would've done without you (and your tatoos on my arms) to keep me going those 3 crazzyyyy days. Like i said before, i &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;see a great GL in you&lt;/span&gt;, and i hope that u'll do us all (urself included) proud come OTC and FO. much loves! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WaiHong:&lt;/span&gt; It was great working with you! lol. and congrats on getting in OTC. :) look forward to working with you again someday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Maybelin, Farhan &amp;amp; Yvonne:&lt;/span&gt; i've already said what i wanted to on your cards! lol. but anyhows, you guys were &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wonderful CLs&lt;/span&gt;, and it was my pleasure working with you guys again. =) Maybelle, it was &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the love&lt;/span&gt; getting to know you better, farhan you know how proud i am of you, and vonne! lol. let's all work tgt to rawk programme please. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sabby, Janice and Iris:&lt;/span&gt; Your group is crazy. -.- lol! but i loveeeeee. =D whahahas! it was gre8 getting to know the 3 of you! and thanks so much for having us over for the outing! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;damncute&lt;/span&gt; please g12 (PLs verymuch included) =P lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Giddy &amp;amp; Benchow:&lt;/span&gt; Rawk. lol they're both seriously damn pro ah. lol! my guy buddies in green. shokeness. =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lynette:&lt;/span&gt; YOU! lol! thanks for making me look like a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ahbenggangster&lt;/span&gt;. lol! u took advantage of my tiredness and STILL call me mean please! lol! but it was fun getting to know you la. =) like. finally. -.- aft so long. lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Amanda &amp;amp; Matthew:&lt;/span&gt; TAXI MATES. lol! so much for our breakfast at parkway attempts eh? =P heh. but at least i guess we managed to have ONE breakfast. lol! thanks for helping &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;end my everyday on a high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you two. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BETSYBONG:&lt;/span&gt; =D for keeping me excited, despite &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; i was battling with. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;GREENIES:&lt;/span&gt; YES all you rawkers. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you guys ARE tprawks&lt;/span&gt;. lol! if you get what i mean. =) each and everyone of you rawked tp the 3 days u were there. All the best for the results and i hope you guys make the right choice in the end. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope i didnt miss anyone out. =P and if i did, you guys know how much i love you right. x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tomu&lt;/span&gt;, out. =)&lt;/strong&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/31878186-7855825754617784053?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/7855825754617784053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=7855825754617784053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/7855825754617784053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/7855825754617784053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/11/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/R0g8Nlm-MNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hqJFglrKC3Q/s72-c/DSC_3693.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-2528067487808191252</id><published>2007-11-11T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T17:21:56.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RzbJbjijaRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QjVSZMWHCk4/s1600-h/DSC_1083wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131510300669077778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RzbJbjijaRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QjVSZMWHCk4/s320/DSC_1083wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;FERTORGRAFEEEEEEES&lt;/span&gt; (ttz how it's supposed to be spelt, according to Karen herself-.-) FROM KAREN'S FAREWELL ARE UP ON FACEBOOK! MSG ME IF YOU GUYS WANT THE FULL SIZED VERSIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomu, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-2528067487808191252?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/2528067487808191252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=2528067487808191252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2528067487808191252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2528067487808191252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/11/fertorgrafeeeeeees-ttz-how-its-supposed.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RzbJbjijaRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QjVSZMWHCk4/s72-c/DSC_1083wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-5189746051095202195</id><published>2007-11-10T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T16:43:05.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;fyp is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the stress&lt;/span&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. sigh~ im &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt;. and i need to catch up like. ASAP. seeing how i have tprawks for 3days next week, i don't get how im actually gonna hand up my learning contract on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;. PLUS church t-shirt designs! and programme games to think of! lol! shucks got my work cut out for me this time. Been so far away from school for so long i forgot what stress really feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;jiayou tomu&lt;/span&gt;! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anw, Planning for the big &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;FOC&lt;/span&gt; (freshman orientation camp) and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;OTC&lt;/span&gt; (orientation training camp) has started in full swing. this year's batch of new proggers are somewhat.. how should i saw it.... interesting. lol. =) i guess there's a really good &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mix of characters&lt;/span&gt; and loads of new faces. so! GLs, ppl coming into TP and whoeverelse is comin for camp, watch out coz this year's subcomms are gonna give you a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;whollleee new experience&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol! hai~ =P so yeah! whoever's reading, if you're not part of FO or OT, you really don't know what ur missing out on. so make sure u join next year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. back to work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomu, out! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/55FMOJMhV9s&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/55FMOJMhV9s&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="390" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God that was strange to see you again&lt;br /&gt;Introduced by a friend of a friend&lt;br /&gt;Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'&lt;br /&gt;In that instant it started to pour,&lt;br /&gt;Captured a taxi despite all the rain&lt;br /&gt;We drove in silence across point champlain&lt;br /&gt;And all of the time you thought I was sad&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to remember your name…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin&lt;br /&gt;Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in&lt;br /&gt;Now you're outside me&lt;br /&gt;You see all the beauty&lt;br /&gt;Repent all your sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing but time and a face that you lose&lt;br /&gt;I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose&lt;br /&gt;I'll write you a postcard&lt;br /&gt;I'll send you the news&lt;br /&gt;From a house down the road from real love…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live through this, and you won't look back…&lt;br /&gt;Live through this, and you won't look back…&lt;br /&gt;Live through this, and you won't look back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave&lt;br /&gt;You were what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I gave what I gave&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry I met you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry it's over&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry there's nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry there's nothing to say... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stars - &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Your ex-lover is dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/31878186-5189746051095202195?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/5189746051095202195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=5189746051095202195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5189746051095202195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5189746051095202195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/11/fyp-is-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-7452258801164972842</id><published>2007-11-02T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T23:37:58.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;can't believe im back here so fast. -.- lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't think i mentioned it in my previous post, but FYP has started. like.. for real. -.- and it's driving all of us crazy. FYP LEH. the final hurdle! all we've learnt over the past 3 years, put into 15minutes worth of film. it's the project that has the power to like. kill us, or give us a new life. lol! ok, a bit of an exaggeration there, but really, it's close to that in all seriousness. lol. since it's gonna be a four month project, FYP's gonna take up a whole load of credit units (or CUs), which means... it's gonna weigh heavily when it comes to our GPA at the end of it all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no pressure tom. -.- no pressure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol. so, consultations almost everyday with the lecturers for the past week, and for the weeks to come. so far, the stress and worry hasn't really hit me yet (which is a bad thing), which meannnnnnsss... im in deep shit. -.- LOL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahwell. i'll get started. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soon. =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heh. ANYWAY. apart from that's been the usual. it's as if everything's close to back to the way it was. Chicken Cutlet no vegs no beans with cheese lunches in design school, visits to the lounge, classes, more classes. lol. i guess i kinda really missed this life, or more like, the people in it. heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's good to be back. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-7452258801164972842?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/7452258801164972842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=7452258801164972842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/7452258801164972842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/7452258801164972842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/11/cant-believe-im-back-here-so-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-7797627913812241709</id><published>2007-11-01T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T01:15:23.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BAH&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL. i just &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;love that sound&lt;/span&gt;. IM BACK! BACK BACK BACK BACCKKKK!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and you're CRAZY! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CRAZEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;! MAD! SIAO! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CRAZYBOY&lt;/span&gt;(or girl) whahass. coz coz coz. you're actually still reading my blog. -.- lol! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! whahahahahhahahahahahas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------beep------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok. sorry. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;crazyness momentness&lt;/span&gt;. it's just that i haven't blogged in like. a millenia. MILLENIA. LOL! THAT'S LIKE ONE THOUSAND YEARS LEH! LOL! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ONE THOUSAND LEH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----bop------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok. sorry again. -.- ok im back now and sane. -.- heh. FIRSTLY. sorry sorry &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;. i know i havent blogged in 398679284694 years (more than millenia leh), apologies to those stubborn enough to still continue visiting my21grams. -.- im &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;utterly touched&lt;/span&gt;. really. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alas! fear not! this page is still very much alive, and kicking alot. =) still can't promise that entries will be back to their normal frequency, but i WILL try &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my best&lt;/span&gt; to update from time to time, despite my crazy crazy schedule (FYP!!!).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so. loads (as in &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LOADS&lt;/span&gt;) happened since my last proper entry. so much so i think i'd be typing &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;till nxt year&lt;/span&gt; if i actually talk about every single event. lol! so BASICALLY, i've been MIA (meaning missin in action) for the last three months coz i was working! yep, you heard me right. working. i actually like. decided to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;quit school and start my career young&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO LA. heh. i was on &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SIP&lt;/span&gt;! (which stands for student internship programme for those who don't already know) lol. yep yep. for three months, at this place called &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;shooting gallery&lt;/span&gt;. and boy i tell u it was a TOUGH three months (hence the lack of updates). lol. but despite being underpaid, overworked AND underappreciated, we did actually learn alot, and made many &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;many many&lt;/span&gt; good friends. i'll let the pictures do the talking. :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/Ryn3rijHdgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0yA5enKIQgk/s1600-h/n591009947_402156_9676.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127901978118551042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/Ryn3rijHdgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0yA5enKIQgk/s320/n591009947_402156_9676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Us with collegues! aft a brilliant bbq and drinking session at matthew's place. (yes i know how horribly embarassing the photo is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/Ryn7MijHdhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Wdww9q1eBtI/s1600-h/DSC_0337e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127905843589117458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/Ryn7MijHdhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Wdww9q1eBtI/s320/DSC_0337e2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ho Ngoc Ha! The famous vietnamese singer we shot for a Tohiba ad. =) hawt right. =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/Ryn7-SjHdjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dujU1qh_HZI/s1600-h/DSC_1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127906698287609394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/Ryn7-SjHdjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dujU1qh_HZI/s320/DSC_1233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my shot with utt! (notice the *ahem* DAMN DAMN DAMN *ahem* nice set we built in the background) had one with denise too, but underexposed. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/Ryn9GCjHdkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/f8Eg2gM6QYE/s1600-h/DSC_0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127907930943223362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/Ryn9GCjHdkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/f8Eg2gM6QYE/s320/DSC_0599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The intern team! done it all, seen it all, and waddled thru it all. =D (all, is acutally the equivelent of shit in our case) heh. =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yeah! ttz it for the internship period. Don't really think the pictures do those 3 crazy months justice, but it's the best i can do for now. :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other than that, well. was the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dengue&lt;/span&gt;. i myself got it just a week back, still recovering! but for now i guess im happy to say im loads loads loads better. thanks for the crazy prayers all. =) it's much much many many appreciated. =) and before that? dad, cousin and brother's girlfriend got it. SO GUYS. PLEASE. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LISTEN TO THE GOVERNMENT'S PROPAGANDA CAMPAIGNS AND KILL THOSE @()#$*ING MOZZIES&lt;/span&gt;. DENGUE KILLS HOR. SO KILL DENGUE. LOL. -.- heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AYE! ok then. ttz all i can give you guys for now. :( loads to do with so little time to do it. so, in the famous words or mr. arnold.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'll be back&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adieu. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-7797627913812241709?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/7797627913812241709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=7797627913812241709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/7797627913812241709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/7797627913812241709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/11/bahhhhhh-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/Ryn3rijHdgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0yA5enKIQgk/s72-c/n591009947_402156_9676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-7497218626065466595</id><published>2007-08-06T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T01:37:31.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;br /&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;br /&gt;But not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life&lt;br /&gt;Can't get no love without sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hardest story that I've ever told&lt;br /&gt;No hope, or love, or glory&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings gone forever more&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I feel as if I'm wastin'&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;br /&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;br /&gt;But not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around&lt;br /&gt;If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can think that we just carried on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hardest story that I've ever told&lt;br /&gt;No hope, or love, or glory&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings gone forever more&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I feel as if I'm wastin'&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;br /&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;br /&gt;But not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Little bit of love, little bit of love&lt;br /&gt;Little bit of love, little bit of love [repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I feel as if I'm wastin'&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;br /&gt;To live the rest of our life,&lt;br /&gt;But not together. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy ending - MIKA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;updates soon guys. hang on! :)&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/31878186-7497218626065466595?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/7497218626065466595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=7497218626065466595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/7497218626065466595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/7497218626065466595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-way-you-left-me-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-2496935934168565834</id><published>2007-07-15T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T00:09:50.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Refrain from anger and turn from wrath: do not fret - it only leads to evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pslams 37:8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God help me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-2496935934168565834?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/2496935934168565834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=2496935934168565834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2496935934168565834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2496935934168565834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-never-ever-hated-anyone-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-3030754446072562303</id><published>2007-07-03T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T02:45:54.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;hey ya'll.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;long time no see. lol. sorry for the lack of updates. =P hasn't been much to blog about of late. lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just got back from sub-comm camp! and as usual, i had great fun. =) was a lil detatched tho. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SORRY ALCYON! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol. got to make new friends and spend time with old ones. =) on the whole? it was worth the weekend. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so... yeah. im takin a break from loads of things for awhile. needa sort some things out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hiatus&lt;/span&gt;, some call it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so! no more bloggin for awhile. lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;till i get back, be good to you parents. =S heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adieu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/edit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s - my watch broke again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-3030754446072562303?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/3030754446072562303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=3030754446072562303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3030754446072562303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/3030754446072562303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-2637214987473754260</id><published>2007-06-17T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:15:26.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y and z. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;now i know my abc&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol. guess what! the last post wasn't really my 100th. -.- ahhas. had a few incomplete drafts here and there, so.. those don't count right? =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watched&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; fantastic4&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;men in white&lt;/span&gt; over the weekend. both were pretty entertaining. um. f4(lol) was.. not as nice (to me) as the first, jessica alba had too much makeup on lurh. =P lol! and i kindda like the first plot more. men in white... is not really worth $9.50. but must support &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;local talent&lt;/span&gt;! go watch it on a weekday. =) cute storyline and all. heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deadline's week next week, so things are probably gonna get a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lil' &lt;/span&gt;hectic. ahwell. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mind over matter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mind over matter&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If my heart has grown cold&lt;br /&gt;There Your love will unfold&lt;br /&gt;As You open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;To the work of Your hand&lt;br /&gt;When I’m blind to my way&lt;br /&gt;There Your Spirit will pray&lt;br /&gt;As You open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;To the work of Your hand&lt;br /&gt;As You open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;To the work of Your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceans will part, nations come&lt;br /&gt;At the whisper of Your call&lt;br /&gt;Hope will rise, glory shown&lt;br /&gt;In my life Your will be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present suffering may pass&lt;br /&gt;Lord Your mercy will last&lt;br /&gt;As You open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;To the work of Your hand&lt;br /&gt;And my heart will find praise&lt;br /&gt;I’ll delight in Your way&lt;br /&gt;As You open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;To the work of Your hand&lt;br /&gt;As You open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;To the work of Your hand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hillsongs - &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oceans Will Part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RnU9u3dk5vI/AAAAAAAAAFg/89O7og5lOUw/s1600-h/taking+back+sunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077032030301382386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RnU9u3dk5vI/AAAAAAAAAFg/89O7og5lOUw/s320/taking+back+sunday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-2637214987473754260?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/2637214987473754260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=2637214987473754260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2637214987473754260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2637214987473754260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/06/b-c-d-e-f-g-h-i-j-k-l-m-n-o-p-q-r-s-t-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RnU9u3dk5vI/AAAAAAAAAFg/89O7og5lOUw/s72-c/taking+back+sunday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-2319344837106021518</id><published>2007-06-12T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T00:15:01.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When there's Nothing left to Burn you have the set Yourself on fire&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's a song for my now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I am lost for a day; try and find me&lt;br /&gt;But if I don’t come back, then I won’t look behind me&lt;br /&gt;All of the things that I thought were so easy&lt;br /&gt;Just got harder and harder each day&lt;br /&gt;December is the darkest and June is the light but this empty bedroom won’t make anything right&lt;br /&gt;While out on the landing a friend I forgot to send home&lt;br /&gt;Who waits up for me all through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calendar girl whos in love with the world Stay alive&lt;br /&gt;Calendar Girl whos in love with the world Stay alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I was dying; as I so often do&lt;br /&gt;And when I awoke I was sure it was true&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the window; threw my head to the sky&lt;br /&gt;And said whoever is up there,please don’t let me die&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t live forever,I can’t always breath&lt;br /&gt;One day I’ll be sand on a beach by a sea&lt;br /&gt;The pages keep turning, I’ll mark off each day with a cross&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll laugh about all that we’ve lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calendar Girl who is lost to the world&lt;br /&gt;Stay Alive&lt;br /&gt;Calendar Girl who is lost to the world Stay Alive&lt;br /&gt;January,February,March,April,May I’m alive&lt;br /&gt;June, July, August, September, October I’m alive&lt;br /&gt;November, December, yah all through the winter, I’m alive&lt;br /&gt;I’m alive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stars - &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Calendar Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you guys should read the lyrics (if u haven't already). fell in love with &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;stars&lt;/span&gt; awhile back. uber unique vocals and songs. Most of them tell stories and all. pretty cool. go check them out if you can. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so.. it's my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;100th post&lt;/span&gt;! heh. over what. a year? maybe. maybe more. doesnt really matter i guess. heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im 19, temasek poly. yearthree. graduating in.. what, 10 months? 4 of which go to sip, and another 4 to fyp. which leaves &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2months&lt;/span&gt; left of normal school life. =S 2 months, after 2 years. 2 years of what has been a wonderful wonderful journey of happytimes that forever changed who i am. a wonderful wonderful journey that's buring to ashes right before my eyes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im lost lurh. and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; (if u get what i mean -.-) lost many many. lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of the things that I thought were so easy, j&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ust got harder and harder each day&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;need to find my way back. back to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, and back to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;. so. whoever's listening. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;help me out yeah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;try and find me&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-2319344837106021518?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/2319344837106021518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=2319344837106021518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2319344837106021518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2319344837106021518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-theres-nothing-left-to-burn-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-5385829252346554535</id><published>2007-06-04T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T01:56:50.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pass the popiah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had dinner and so much more with abide2 two days back at Cheryl's place. been quite some time since we got together like that. that night.. is pretty hard to describe. but it was (to me) one night i'll think about for many nights to come. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think it's pretty safe to say that we all found out more about each other right? and what we did wrong and right for the band. at least now we can look forward to a brighter future. Jeremy, Mark, Cheryl, Karen, John, Michelle, Marcus, this is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nothing close to the end&lt;/span&gt;. let's continue to strive in our service for the Lord. we'll make are comeback sometime soon. =) from &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sunday school&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;splinter &lt;/span&gt;to the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;brotherhood&lt;/span&gt; and now &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;abide2&lt;/span&gt;, we've been there for each other all this while. so what if we might be going our seperate ways soon? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nothing's gonna change&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so.. apart from that night, this week's been pretty (like i said in my last post) ...&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;eventful&lt;/span&gt; for other people too. thank God things have settled down. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wonka-YAYA outing&lt;/span&gt; on saturday! lol. great to see the freshies again. got to get to know them all a lil' better. =) was pretty sick so.. sorraye guys! wasn't in tip-top shape. lol. hope u guys had fun anw, coz im sure i did. heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;! (more at &lt;a href="http://rubbish-inthebin.blogspot.com/"&gt;fiona's&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RmL9NtlRe7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9tetXoLXszE/s1600-h/IMG_3755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071894542388657074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RmL9NtlRe7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9tetXoLXszE/s320/IMG_3755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're bring sexy back YYEAH! lo. alicia, jas, me, fiona and hansheng. =)&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RmL9NtlRe8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/U-li-ujmrCU/s1600-h/IMG_3775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071894542388657090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RmL9NtlRe8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/U-li-ujmrCU/s320/IMG_3775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fiona tio-ed bully.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RmL9NtlRe9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/yHngmruxB_I/s1600-h/IMG_3811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071894542388657106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RmL9NtlRe9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/yHngmruxB_I/s320/IMG_3811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;k-po uncle in background. lol&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RmL9N9lRe-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UKP-mRLffsY/s1600-h/IMG_3813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071894546683624418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RmL9N9lRe-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UKP-mRLffsY/s320/IMG_3813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;us with our bikes! i like this pic. lol. (right2left) fiona, sabique, hansheng, jaslyn, warren, me, alicia. =)&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RmL9N9lRe_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/RUe1VljjPIs/s1600-h/IMG_3897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071894546683624434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RmL9N9lRe_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/RUe1VljjPIs/s320/IMG_3897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RmL9N9lRe_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/RUe1VljjPIs/s1600-h/IMG_3897.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i finally realise how &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; i look when i bowl. -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL. oh oh. one more thing! my phone's &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;. using my mum's now while it's at nokia. soo.... if u sms me, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;leave ur name&lt;/span&gt; k! all ur numbers are in my memory card. :P sorrayee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RmL9NtlRe7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9tetXoLXszE/s1600-h/IMG_3755.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-5385829252346554535?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/5385829252346554535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=5385829252346554535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5385829252346554535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5385829252346554535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/06/pass-popiah.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RmL9NtlRe7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9tetXoLXszE/s72-c/IMG_3755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-2180196681099996527</id><published>2007-06-01T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T03:03:08.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep holding on</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;alot's been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems we've all plunged into that bottomless pit we used to mock. guess i've come to realise the fantasies of forever are nothing but little fairy tales painted to make each other feel that life &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ain't that cruel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking how i'll one day look back at this post and laugh at it with my friends, how we'll think life was simple &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;back then&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but then i stop.&lt;br /&gt;and i think,&lt;br /&gt;will there still be a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot's been happening. outside my life and in it. to friendships and people that are so so dear to me. alot's changed this year, and somehow, i find myself wishing things could go back to the way they were,&lt;br /&gt;back when we were happy.&lt;br /&gt;when we were all happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, it's more often then not that we're wishing for the past.&lt;br /&gt;people come, and they go. but there are always those that mean so much we just wanna &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;keep holding on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;for you, my dear reader of this extremely badly written emopost.&lt;br /&gt;when u face times like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dont bloody let go&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendship's one thing that doesnt need to reach an end.&lt;br /&gt;we cry, we laugh and we fight. but in the end friends will be friends. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. i've been trying desperately to imagine things are still happy. but whenever i sit down to think about it, i realise how much i've loved and lost over the past three years. it's as if... everything i touch turns to dust. of course i'm greatful for those who've stuck with me through it all. but then i look back at all i've lost, at times that i'll never have again, at the.. thing our friendships have become and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one thing that pains me more than that? is seeing other friendships crumble the same ways mine did.&lt;br /&gt;especially 1234bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;you guys have brought joy and laughter to so &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; many people. the 4 of you are among the ones who brought brought life and character to SU and lounge, and on top of that, you showed me (and so many other people) what true friendship really is. so. no matter what happenes, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is how i will always&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; always&lt;/span&gt; remember bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;Joan&lt;br /&gt;Jeslyn (it feels weird calling you that)&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this song is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8TR_Bij2uw4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8TR_Bij2uw4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know. -.- the words coming in and out are.. disturbing. :S lol. but the only other types i could find on youtube are those with stills of avril posing. so.. i chose the lesserweird out of the two. =P heh. but the lyrics are down below anw. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be there for each other k. always and forever. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;together we stand&lt;br /&gt;i'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;you know i'll take your hand&lt;br /&gt;when it gets cold&lt;br /&gt;and it feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;theres no place to go you know i wont give in&lt;br /&gt;no i wont give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'cause you know we'll make it through,&lt;br /&gt;we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;cause you know i'm here for you, i'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;theres nothing you can say, nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;theres no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;so keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;cause you know we'll make it through,&lt;br /&gt;we'll make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away i wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;before it's too late this could all disapear&lt;br /&gt;before the doors close, this comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;but with you by my side i will fight a&lt;br /&gt;nd defend i'll fight and defend yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me when i say, when i say&lt;br /&gt;i believe nothings gonna change,&lt;br /&gt;nothings gonna change destiny&lt;br /&gt;what ever is ment to be&lt;br /&gt;will work out perfectly yeah yeah yeah yeah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keep holding on&lt;/strong&gt; - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-2180196681099996527?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/2180196681099996527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=2180196681099996527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2180196681099996527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2180196681099996527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/06/keep-holding-on.html' title='keep holding on'/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-1206294983600026561</id><published>2007-05-26T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T00:11:50.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So! the week's &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;come to an end. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;elections&lt;/span&gt; are over, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another block's &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;freshies and juniors are starting their&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;andd...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I GOT MY WATCH BACK&lt;/span&gt;. MUHAHAHHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOKE. lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watch out world, tom's&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; back&lt;/span&gt;. -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whahas. so yeah! elections.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;firstly and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;foremostly&lt;/span&gt;, i would like to extend a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;humongousgalolicious gigantic FAT&lt;/span&gt; personal thanks to all who voted! =D lol! i must say, with all honesty, i nvr expected my votes to even hit 40, but to those who voted, whether i know you or i dont, i wanna say im uterrly touched by your contribution to a shocking &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;93votes&lt;/span&gt;! =D lol! THANKYOU ALL!  X X O O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and for those who &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; vote for me, it's thanks to you guys that this is the first time (in God knows how many years) design managed to acheive so many votes. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;YYEAH&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;compared to two years back (president with 28votes), this year's &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;115votes&lt;/span&gt; for president (congrats caleb) was a huge &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wham bang alakazam&lt;/span&gt;. =D and u guys have no idea how happy we are about the supportive response. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and for that? DSC promises to make the next AY a crazyshit fun one for all you designers. WOHOO! all we need is your continued support. =) lol! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go go fight fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gee, i hope i look alright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;okthnxbye&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-1206294983600026561?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/1206294983600026561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=1206294983600026561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1206294983600026561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1206294983600026561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-weeks-finally-come-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-1109041596102551952</id><published>2007-05-23T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:15:46.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LAST DAY&lt;/span&gt; OF ELECTIONS IS TOMORROW! (24TH MAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLEASE! VOTE! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVEN IF YOU DON'T KNOW ANYONE RUNNING, JUST &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SPAM&lt;/span&gt; AND ANYHOW CLICK. YAY. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL BUT SINCE YOU'RE GOING TO VOTE ANYWAY, VOTE FOR &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;JOHN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RlRiyjI0lII/AAAAAAAAAEY/nmB9uZ8ubqk/s1600-h/FACEFINAL%252Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067784101263873154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RlRiyjI0lII/AAAAAAAAAEY/nmB9uZ8ubqk/s320/FACEFINAL%252Bcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;TOM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RlRjmjI0lLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/91D1Fy3_syE/s1600-h/blig2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067784994617070770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RlRjmjI0lLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/91D1Fy3_syE/s320/blig2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YYEAHHH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THNX! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LUB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EUU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MANY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-1109041596102551952?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/1109041596102551952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=1109041596102551952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1109041596102551952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/1109041596102551952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-day-of-elections-is-tomorrow-24th.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RlRiyjI0lII/AAAAAAAAAEY/nmB9uZ8ubqk/s72-c/FACEFINAL%252Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-5554508598901724252</id><published>2007-05-23T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:40:00.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were all happy once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-5554508598901724252?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/5554508598901724252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=5554508598901724252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5554508598901724252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/5554508598901724252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-were-all-happy-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-6609846311261086736</id><published>2007-05-21T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T01:36:46.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/14tZRDdwggU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/14tZRDdwggU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="375" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;commit this to memory&lt;/span&gt; ♥ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn’t supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it’s harder every time. You’ll break hearts too, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so remember how it felt when yours was broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You’ll fight with your&lt;em&gt; best friend&lt;/em&gt;. You’ll blame a new love for things an old one did. You’ll cry because time is passing too fast, and you’ll eventually lose someone you love. So &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take too many&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pictures, laugh too much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love like you’ve never been hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you’ll &lt;em&gt;never get back.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ripped that from &lt;a href="http://adetojoy.wordpress.com/"&gt;adeline's&lt;/a&gt; blog (hope she doesn't mind =P), its fast becoming one of my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;favouratest&lt;/span&gt; blogs to read. Go check it out! =) its the kindda entries that make me ask myself what the hell i've been doing with my life. -.- &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i like&lt;/span&gt;. lol. so adeline! if ur reading this, u've got a fan in me. LOL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get it? fan? friend? err. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;. -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D LOL. ok. so yeah. it might be just me. but it seems like May's another one of those &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;emo months&lt;/span&gt;, and this time im actually facing the danger of being dragged down with the rest by it (&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dowan &lt;/span&gt;please). heh. so anw. i've been reflecting (along with many people =P) about what im doing now, and what i should've (or shouldn't) have done over the last 2 years in poly. and then i came across that lil' passage up there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THEN, i read the rest of ms. adeline's entry.. here's how it ended:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, with all of my failings You love me. (but I’m still afraid of school) Hmm there IS one thing I CAN do! When the going gets tough, and I feel like I can’t go on, I can still smile. I guess that’s something to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i can still smile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; don't know if its perfect sense to you as much as it is to me, but it really wow-ed me. lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so what if the world's against you&lt;/span&gt;? we all are at liberty (like everything else in our lives) to make the choice of smiling or sulking. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know i've made my choice. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;which would you choose&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-6609846311261086736?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/6609846311261086736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=6609846311261086736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/6609846311261086736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/6609846311261086736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/05/commit-this-to-memory-as-we-grow-up-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-6773211892596875559</id><published>2007-05-18T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T01:23:23.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OMG OMG! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;YESARH&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blogger's working again. =) heh. strange how attatched i've gotten to my21grams. same time last year i thought bloggers were losers. -.- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ahwell&lt;/span&gt;. =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RkyO9TI0lHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UKyOhvgt8kc/s1600-h/blig2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065580864645403762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="271" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RkyO9TI0lHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UKyOhvgt8kc/s320/blig2.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so guess what! im &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;running for dsc&lt;/span&gt; (design studies club). and i want to get in. -.- SO &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;VOTE FOR ME&lt;/span&gt; OKAY. lol! elections are from &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;22-24th May at the cyber centre&lt;/span&gt; (which is nxt to mensa canteen), so head down there to lend me your support k! lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh oh! and while ur at it, vote for my cousin too. =) &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;John Seah&lt;/span&gt; under the TPSU section. =D &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;help the cousins seah make TP life better for you&lt;/span&gt;. heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RkyNbjI0lFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Quw3axANo7M/s1600-h/blig.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-6773211892596875559?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/6773211892596875559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=6773211892596875559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/6773211892596875559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/6773211892596875559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/05/omg-omg-yesarh.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RkyO9TI0lHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UKyOhvgt8kc/s72-c/blig2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-2994047313829604375</id><published>2007-05-16T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T16:27:05.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;blogger's still down for me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;works in school tho. but not at home.. ugh. so expect short posts for some time to come. no sign that it's gonna get back to normal anytime soon. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt; sian. -.- lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once upon a time I was falling in love&lt;br /&gt;But now Im only falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;A total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was light in my life&lt;br /&gt;But now theres only love in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can say&lt;br /&gt;A total eclipse of the heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonnie Tyler - &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Total Eclipse of The Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent heard that one in damnnnnn long lurhs. but DAMN nice. crazy lyrics eh? i like. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;peace out&lt;/span&gt;. (acting cool all sial) LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-2994047313829604375?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/2994047313829604375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=2994047313829604375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2994047313829604375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2994047313829604375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/05/bloggers-still-down-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-4149895910701226540</id><published>2007-05-10T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:36:30.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The train drags and rumbles its way through the grey-stone towers of South East London into the shabby suburbia, hauling a mixed load of humanity, grime and graffiti tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl is slumped, smaller than herself, in the corner of the carriage, back to the direction of travel. Dark blue seats patterned with cigarette burns and burger stains. It is a wet dog dirty November evening, greasy drizzle on a greasy window with the words: in case of emergency – break here. She is completely alone; too late for the evening rush of businessmen flocking exhausted back to their executive boxes, too early for the late night clubbers desperately seeking that early Christmas party high, still more than a month away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is pretty in a brittle, late-teen way. She wore cheap clothes; denim skirt too short, a simple tank-top and her hair a tangle of colours, raked into place by a shocking pink clip and yellow stained fingers. She wears the very latest in fake fashion shoes, but the heels are scuffed and the tight lacing cuts into her calf like the net around a Christmas turkey. Beside her, nestled in a burn crater, duty free cigarettes and a pink lighter that nearly matches her hair clip. Her mobile is silent, battery exhausted on the lunchtime train from Bath to London. The carriage smells of perspiration, mixed with stale burger wrap and damp upholstery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl drifts in and out of day sleep, hugs her thin arms around her body, half smiles and remembers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soft, west-country sky and endless summer, skipping school with Beth and Sal for a quiet smoke, and later, the fearful smell of the school auditorium, cleaning fluid, deodorant, anticipation and underneath a nagging feeling that it was all too late. GCSE exams, boring but was what she worked for most of her interrupted teenage study, but who cared anyhow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation day and she was early for the first time in three years. Later, a mix of euphoria, friends’ kisses and tears, all spiced with cheap cider. Underneath the smiling faces a sense of something lost and gone forever, she walked home alone that day through silent streets perfumed with hot tar and dog dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother was out, micro pizza, chips, and a letter from Bob offering her a room and a job in his brother’s pub in Kent. Miles away, where he had drifted when Mother had grown bored with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl had always liked Bob - lazy, kind, rat thin with wild hair thinning on top. Never without his evening can of beer, newspaper and snubbed cigarette. He was her favourite by far when she remembered the catalogue of ‘uncles’ who had populated her childhood. With all the wisdom of near 17 years, she knew that a happy, sleepy drunk was far preferable to the other variations on that particular theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening bartender’s job in the Rugby Club had been the envy of her friends, the recently widowed owner had approached the girl as she helped her mother clean the bar room carpet on a weekend job. Long past forty, rich and loud, Mrs Davies wore a heavy spray on her tanned skin and a tight, low-buttoned blouse that kept her assets transfixed. She had a villa in Spain and lived in the large house her recently dead husband had built next to the park. The girl had liked Mrs Davies, at least at first she had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job was easy and the confident, affluent, the public school boys who frequented the bar after training were so very different from the pale, quiet boys she and her friends had kissed in the park, as the light grew dim. It was in the bar that she had met the boy. He was tall and blonde with faded jeans, tattered cap and casually upturned collars on his rugby shirt; Self-confident, but kind and friendly, staying in the flat above the bar for the summer whilst his father worked in South Africa. He helped to collect glasses, outrageously flirting with a smiling Mrs Davies and happy to talk to the girl, listening to her chatter as she washed up at the end of her shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘King’s Cross, this is King’s Cross.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train, which had stopped, jolts back to life. The girl starts, for a moment a frightened child first day at school, and then the armour-plated scowl returns. A short, stubby man in a dark, banker blue suit moved slowly down the carriage, swaying like a drunkard with the combined effect of the train’s motion and an expense account lunch. Ruddy faced, he looks the girl from head to toe and then back again, dwelling on legs and teenage cleavage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grimaces and his face broadcasts an odd mix of lust and contempt, he thinks he knows her type, another plastic girl willing to take his folded notes and dance in city bars whilst he and his colleagues smirk, leer and disapprove. She scowls in return, her face hard with dark eyes unwavering. And suddenly, a revelation dawns on her; the boy’s father would be much like this man, and the boy too had been destined to tread the same path, that was, before he sold his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for the first time she caught her breath, surprised and self-angry as she felt sorrow for the boy. Remembering the last time she had seen him, head down so as to avoid her stare as he crossed the street, smaller, older and with the look of a cornered animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hateful banker lurched on, sweaty forehead, heart attack already booked and paid for in the currency of rich food and too much wine. In his wallet, tight against his chest, pretty auburn wife and studious, prep school daughters smile for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl drifted back to the summer and, as she knew it would, her daydream locked on its tracks like the train she sat in, moving slowly towards the tunnel, into the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar had been quiet that night, first team away on tour and Mrs Davies, preoccupied with the day’s returns, had turned a blind eye as the girl had bent the rules. She sat on the stool, on the public side of the bar, knee to knee with the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the two pints of cider he had bought reignited that last day at school feeling, brittle, alive but with an underlying and unexplained sadness and something lost. The boy had seemed like a good friend to have, and her raised heartbeat told maybe something more. A drive in his father’s new car was just a taste of the pop idol life she dreamed about as she wasted rainy afternoons in front of the television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell was intoxicating, not the minicab odour she associated with cars but leather, money and something more, perhaps excitement. The night was warm, insects buzzing in the darkness and the old park seemed to close in around them in a way that was neutral, neither friendly nor hostile, just there. Afterwards, it worried the girl that she was never able to exactly pinpoint the moment where harmless fun turned to uncertainty, then fear, pain, force and shame. As he left her as a violated and shattered wanderer, it may have been the first clap of late summer thunder that made her shiver, but it was the sound of sirens that she felt she was saved by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The policewoman was kind by training, but the way she looked at the girl, her muddled hair, multi-pierced lobes and tear smudged make-up; the way she raised an eyebrow when the girl gave her suburban estate address, told another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Are you absolutely sure?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Can we go through this one more time?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Had he taken anything?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours passed. It was all whitewashed walls, stewed tea and hard plastic seats. A background of pain and noise, crying and angry shouting pooled with plastic words of consolation and always a smell of disinfectant, vomit and resentment. After some time, her mother arrived, flustered, part angry, part sad. Alternately, shouting, weeping, with shaking hands lighting cigarettes, stubbing them out un-smoked, then lighting another. In the end her mother had taken the girls chin in her hand. Not hard, but firm, her eyes now clear and voice steady and quiet in a sad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Shut it away girl’ she had commanded. ‘They don’t lock up the likes of him, for the likes of you and me.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remembered the Sergeant clearly, tall and thin. He looked like Bob but without the puppy kind eyes. He would not sit, pacing the small room as he spoke at her, never meeting her eye. He was clear and precise in his speech but she remembered only the threat as he half whispered ‘the offence of false accusation’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room had seemed even smaller then, scurfy walls moving in whenever she took her gaze away from them. The sergeant had explained, slowly, like her cousin’s remedial teacher. The man she had accused had a perfect alibi. It was corroborated - that meant backed-up he explained, without waiting for her to ask, ‘by a respectable bar owner who had testified that the boy had spent the entire evening and night with her.’ There was no case and the girl was free to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, crushing up the card from Victim Support, the girl had left the police station alone, her mother having caught an earlier bus into town with another office to clean. She walked slowly to the bus stop, staring intently at the patch of pavement ahead of her. Last night’s storm had left not freshness, but grey yellow cloud and a feeling that the warmth of her summer was long past. Spots of rain flattened her hair and the big grey Mercedes burbled past splashing dirty water onto her bare legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Canterbury, this is Canterbury. This train terminates here.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The announcer’s voice breaks through to the girl, shakes here back to here and now. The door hisses, opens, as a sole passenger walks off the train, trying to minimise his time with the musky mood on the train.&lt;br /&gt;The girl collects her belongings, fake Gucci handbag with taped up handles, cigarettes and silent mobile phone. She stands up, shakes herself taller and left hand pulling a tatty piece of paper from her inside pocket, she smiles to herself as she re-reads the letter. Bob’s untidy words conjure up his face, and the map of the route to his pub is clear. The bar job will be her new start, away from the boy, Mrs Davies and from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl jumps from the train, clicking heels in time with her clicking lighter. Head held high she shakes her hair, pulls her jacket tighter and walks into the mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brr. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. cant' believe u actually read through the whole thing. =S was searching through my comp and happened to come across it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uber nostalgic. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kindda miss those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-4149895910701226540?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/4149895910701226540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>UGH. big problem with my blogger account. no idea why. -.- damn sian. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okthnxbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-2623416938153398108?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/2623416938153398108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=2623416938153398108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2623416938153398108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/2623416938153398108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/05/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-8256371356762717130</id><published>2007-05-03T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T00:57:56.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;betsy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who is also known as jessybessy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but is really Jeslyn Tien&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;an angel&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok wait. Betsy confirm cuter. LOL. =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks for the suprise mms you. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;RAWKS&lt;/span&gt; PLEASE. heh. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but yeah, if you dont already know her, get to know her please. -.- you'll find it hard to be emo (it means down, i think -.-) with a friend like her around. =) heh,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol. yup! so... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today wasn't really that good. -.- think im losing my footing in life and all. ah well. hope it all gets better again. really greatful there's betsy to cheer me up. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had a shoot at the national cancer centre, where we interviewed a cancer patient. and i tell you. she was one helluva inspiration. she's a mother of three kids (all below 10) and suffered from cancer several years ago, yet there she was; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;more bubbly and bright than us three 19yearolds&lt;/span&gt;. marvel i tell you. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a m a z i n g&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it got me thinking, if a bald woman who has been through what she has been through can be so positive about life, then (excuse the language) &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL&lt;/span&gt; are we doing? i mean like. seriously. wassup with us. -.- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hardly anything we go through can be as negative as what she did right? so.. be happy guys. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;. =D lol. we got our &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;whole lives left to live&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh ya! one more thing. my "archives" link is finally up. -.- thanks caleb for helping. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-8256371356762717130?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/8256371356762717130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=8256371356762717130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/8256371356762717130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/8256371356762717130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/05/betsy.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/Rji7bzw3T7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/pdnYEyL2WTc/s72-c/Angel_Baby____by_pixiedusted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-6846251444356113523</id><published>2007-04-29T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T14:13:03.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;haro haro&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so we're all back to school now. i know i didnt stop school (technically) but somehow, the sudden change from &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;camp to submission week&lt;/span&gt; is taking abit of a toll on me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;need to get a hold of myself. again. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so.. since camp's ended..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've.. finished &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;acting final assignment&lt;/span&gt; with abby (which went okay i think),&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorta pitched our final idea for TVprog to Gail and the class,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;got &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; (still am) -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;broke&lt;/span&gt; my watch, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;broke&lt;/span&gt; my specs, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;got new new specs, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lost&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; 2weeks&lt;/span&gt; of footage for our national cancer centre shoot,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;started re-shooting,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;prog dinner&lt;/span&gt;! (which rawked, as usual)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had an &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;unusually&lt;/span&gt; emo friday night with john and caleb after lan (caleb lost his shoes and we all got caught in the rain -.-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;andd... got to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;spend time with DOC freshies&lt;/span&gt;! lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's pretty much it. one &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;retardedly extreme combo of highs and lows&lt;/span&gt;. lol! but yeah. thank God theres God looking out for me. =) heh. and of course &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;betsy&lt;/span&gt;, who always makes me feel like the day was worth it after all. lol! and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt;, for being my punching bag. heh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so! sentosa trip! rawked socks. think im like a walking jinx tho. i figure i must've been born or friday the 13th or smth. -.- ah well. will elaborate later. lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PICS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RjQmqzw3TuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eGajL-qnItA/s1600-h/28042007177.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058710798335430370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="224" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RjQmqzw3TuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eGajL-qnItA/s320/28042007177.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hong Kong Mafia please. dont mess with us. our eyes bigger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RjQoHTw3TxI/AAAAAAAAACM/3yCDB8ql0d8/s1600-h/28042007179.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058712387473329938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="224" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RjQoHTw3TxI/AAAAAAAAACM/3yCDB8ql0d8/s320/28042007179.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol! our grand entrace. =D cool gals with cool shades. (from left to right) Jaslyn, Alicia and Amaris. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058711601494314738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="219" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RjQnZjw3TvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9FGpmxICCNc/s320/28042007178.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058726307462336418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RjQ0xjw3T6I/AAAAAAAAADU/r0tuMJ9PwKM/s320/28042007180.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spot the difference! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;bandage &lt;/span&gt;la. lol. Poor Amaris lost her toenail. -.- we were both kicking the same ball when it went *poof*! must've hurt like hell, could see the skin half out and all the blood everything, but she's an &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ubber subber strong girl&lt;/span&gt;. =) still played frisbee and trasformers all after that. lol. rawks. =D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058713710323257138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" height="282" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RjQpUTw3TzI/AAAAAAAAACc/vGK5hNczpdo/s320/28042007184.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RjQpUzw3T1I/AAAAAAAAACs/Z-42pocz4og/s1600-h/28042007185.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058713718913191762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="279" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RjQpUzw3T1I/AAAAAAAAACs/Z-42pocz4og/s320/28042007185.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RjQs2Dw3T4I/AAAAAAAAADE/s5HUASnvJj4/s1600-h/28042007181.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058717588678725506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" height="282" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RjQs2Dw3T4I/AAAAAAAAADE/s5HUASnvJj4/s320/28042007181.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RjQquTw3T3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/vGfw17l6tMM/s1600-h/28042007181.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RjQquTw3T3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/vGfw17l6tMM/s1600-h/28042007181.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL! (left to right) Alicia being all cutsie and all with her fav seal, caleb dressing up as.. something. =S and Amaris! with shades bigger than her face. heh heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the pictures speak for themselves. =D had great fun guys. thanks! =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31878186-6846251444356113523?l=my21grams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/feeds/6846251444356113523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31878186&amp;postID=6846251444356113523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/6846251444356113523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31878186/posts/default/6846251444356113523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my21grams.blogspot.com/2007/04/haro-haro.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427636037860970483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/RjQmqzw3TuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eGajL-qnItA/s72-c/28042007177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31878186.post-2659774321705215630</id><published>2007-04-23T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T02:22:57.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im back. (this post will be long) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and im &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;past two weeks (okay i know i haven't been blogging for a whole load longer than that) has probably the most&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; happy&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;fresh&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;radical&lt;/span&gt; weeks of of 19 years. seriously. from the highs to the lows, it's been &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so here's a shoutout to everyone who made it possible. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my 19th brithday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which felt like it was my 21st. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the most "memorable"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;painful thanks to the design team! =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for giving me a birthday worth remembering.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;curious? heh. heres the log-list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one whole &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;whole load of pain&lt;/span&gt; (thanks caleb and matthew), a whole &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;load of masking tape&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;whole load of flour and eggs&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4 fire extinguishers&lt;/span&gt;. um. you dont wanna know. lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh. and the present. OMG. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;madness&lt;/span&gt; please. MADNESS HAPPYNESS. lol! they got me boxers 1st, then at night they surprised me with AN IPOD DOCK. radical. heh. love u guys please. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the biggest family celebration&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HUGS&amp;KIISSES&lt;/span&gt; to the progs! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you guys rawk please. esp with the ubber cute happy birthday cheer, the hugalicious &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;coffee/durian&lt;/span&gt; cake and the ENDLESS stream of birthday songs. lol. oh oh! and thanks loads to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;log comm&lt;/span&gt; too! =) esp denise (if you're even reading this) for the wishes, the "decorated" room, for the leftover pizza and.. for eating our leftover cake. =P lol. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;baik ah&lt;/span&gt; subcomm!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the latenightconvomate&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BETSYBONG OMGGOODNESS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're always the one that touches me like crazy. the suprise visit at tm, the super cute pink cake, the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;RIDICULOUS&lt;/span&gt; toy gun! and the imba imba &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tearjerking make my day birthday card&lt;/span&gt;. FATHUGS TO YOU. =) lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the crazy surprise&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;abide2 + friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u guys rawk please. lol. they knew i was skipping church on that day (coz it was FO+1), so they actually got a cake and came over to my place (while i was still sleeping) to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;surprise &lt;/span&gt;me. lol. and yes. they with the the knowledge that they had to wake me up. -.- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heh. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;15mins&lt;/span&gt;. that's how long it took (which is quite good alr please) to wake me. they had one person to call my house, the other to call my hp, and another to ring my doorbell. DAMN CUTE LA! LOL! so yeah. that was the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;first time i had a celebration (cake and all) in my room&lt;/span&gt;. =D shoke-ness. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh. and the present. woah please. i'll put a pic up asap. ubber nice. they made a shirt for me, along with these really cute cards; verses and all. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dinner &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had dinner with my family and bro's gf at oso's. italian food. woah i tell you. one word. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ORGASMIC&lt;/span&gt;. seriously. LOL. place rawked, food rawked, company rawked. i want to have birthday's everyday. =D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056671164843218786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GAb7BuJEjrY/Riznog5w12I/AAAAAAAAAA0/yZnlmI81RQ8/s320/DSC_2947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pictures up soon! =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol. so yeah. it was one &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sizzling shoke&lt;/span&gt; birthday. even though i was in camp and all. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ooh yeah. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;campu&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;FOW/OC 07/08 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was as shoke for me as any other SU camp always is. the tears, the cheers, the jokes and the lack of coke all added up to another brilliant learning experience for all of us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joined as &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;programme comm&lt;/span&gt; again this year, everything was pretty much different than the last, a whole load funner, but also a whole load more emotional. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may not really have shown it, but the graduates leave of tp really took it's toll on me. wenqi, mel and angel; programme will never be the same without you. it has been an honour to have the privillage of working with the three of you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wenqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks for being my inspiration and role model. you are part of the reason i am who i am as a programmer today. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks for the crazytimes and the joy and laughter you brought into programme.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll miss the *cher, he slap me* debriefs from last year, and your constant *asking for massages* this year. may your brother carry on the stupong legacy. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and... not forgetting the other two who have been with me since day1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Clifton&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;papa! lol! stop kissing me! -.- whahas. but man. i hate to say it. but i'll miss you like crazy. my programme mentor, teacher and friend. ur big head will never be forgotten. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kazumi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my favourtest GL. i've said most of all i've wanted to say to you. but know this! tomu, and the rest of ur noticeboard desisgn team will always always love you and remember you. =) so you better love us too. -.- lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life wont be the same without you guys. but u'll visit right! and call! and email, and hold outings, have dinners, and lunches, so dont be sad! or i'll me mad. heh. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DOC! DOC! DOC! DOC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMGNESS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol! might've been one of the most rewarding camp i've attended. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;GL&lt;/span&gt; this time round, with fiona and warren. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok. so the first day was pretty much.. um. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;. as in. REALLY sad. fiona and i stayed up for pretty much of the night &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;talking &lt;/span&gt;about how sad the group was. lol! and of course trying to think up cheers and stuff to help hype the group up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but as the days went on, after going through endless talks, childish games, sleepless nights, scary walks, and mad cheers together. they finally opened up. i realised. so what if wonka-yaya wasn't the most rah-rah group, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;they're the best in so many more ways&lt;/span&gt;. =) heh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but seriously, if you guys are reading this. i just wanna tell every single one of you that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i lub eu&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heh. yeah. and truth of all truths be told? if i was given another chance to pick which group i wanted to take again. you guys would win my heart. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hands and feet down&lt;/span&gt;. =) the night i saw u guys up on stage really made me proud to tears. lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yaya oei&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh oh! and to the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;three lovely ladies&lt;/span&gt;. i dont think anything that can be typed out here is enough to justify how much you guys have touched me time and time again during the camp. You have all been an inspiration to keep us GLs going. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Alicia! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ur hyperness always seemed to be the only bit of light at the end of the tunnel that kept us GLs alive during the start of the camp. thanks for always being so supportive and encouraging.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Amaris!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ur cuteness never fails to bring life to yaya. =) thankyou for being there for us. you may not know it, but talking to you and jaslyn is actually what gave me enough energy to stay rah-rah throughtout the camp. =D xie xie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jaslyn! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ur quirks and jokes added the lameness (lol) we needed in the group. you're a good person to talk to, and an interesting friend to have. =) and i'll never forget e.m.t. ah. you watch out. heh. =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh! and to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the guys&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the monority, and the pillar. lol. i would've DIED without you guys around ah. lol. we might be small, but we added strength and the manly power into the group didnt we! lol. thanks for helping the GLs out so much. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and finally of course. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;fiona and warren&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it has been my joy, and honour working with the both of you. we all lost our voices, but im sure we all agree it was well worth it right? lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;fiona&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont know what i would've done without a voice like your's. lol. sorry to have pushed the cheer leading and all to you. and thankyou for being patient with me and giving me a chance to work alongside with my very own freshie. =) u have no idea how proud i am of you. lol. oh! and i'll remember our *favourate question* too. =D heh.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;warren&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you were in no way amatuer during the camp please. i cant imagine how fiona and i would've survived without you. lol. it's been a pleasure getting to know you and working with you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wonkayaya. you guys &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so yeah. that's about it for now i guess. still got loads of ppl to thank. like caleb, and the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;media team&lt;/span&gt;, but i guess that'll have to wait till a lil later. uberishly tired and emo (in a super happy way) now. so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ciao. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056683207931516786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 
