<?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-7638953</id><updated>2011-08-03T10:59:02.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know your Rights.</title><subtitle type='html'>Ask me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638953.post-1981532821428279114</id><published>2010-08-04T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:01:28.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.</title><content type='html'>Hello Hello. Looking back, I'm almost 21 this year. Life changes. Friends changes. Even me. I do not know if turning 21 is awesome or dull as it is probably one of the most troubled years in my life; where perplexed decisions comes in, where responsibility comes in, where money comes in, where your character comes in. It seems like its a bottomless pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know and I always tell myself this : When there is a starting point, there is a ending point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come, I promise. Probably gonna start a new blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-1981532821428279114?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/1981532821428279114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=1981532821428279114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/1981532821428279114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/1981532821428279114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-6828396191440520138</id><published>2007-02-27T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:54:26.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C. Ro.nal.do</title><content type='html'>Just loooook at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gooodness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHH_TwdrN-o/ReQt8qhrOXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eDDdwiR185c/s1600-h/022407_christianovogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036200803537992050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHH_TwdrN-o/ReQt8qhrOXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eDDdwiR185c/s400/022407_christianovogue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; incredibly hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Esp. With that suit on.&lt;br /&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/7638953-6828396191440520138?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/6828396191440520138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=6828396191440520138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/6828396191440520138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/6828396191440520138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2007/02/c-ronaldo.html' title='C. Ro.nal.do'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jHH_TwdrN-o/ReQt8qhrOXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eDDdwiR185c/s72-c/022407_christianovogue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638953.post-2775540781990766840</id><published>2007-02-27T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T14:48:37.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello! =)</title><content type='html'>Rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d93/toxicsun/glamourdays055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d93/toxicsun/glamourdays055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I absoutely loved this picture.  It's around Tanjiong Pagar area if i'm not wrong.&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;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d93/toxicsun/glamourdays047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d93/toxicsun/glamourdays047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha. i'm wearing my mum's vest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d93/toxicsun/glamourdays050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d93/toxicsun/glamourdays050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d93/toxicsun/glamourdays053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cousins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Happy Birthday to Grandmama!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d93/toxicsun/glamourdays003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d93/toxicsun/glamourdays021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d93/toxicsun/glamourdays021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Granny. Aunt. Pretttty Cousin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d93/toxicsun/glamourdays009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d93/toxicsun/glamourdays009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d93/toxicsun/glamourdays027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pardon the extreme flash.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-2775540781990766840?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/2775540781990766840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=2775540781990766840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/2775540781990766840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/2775540781990766840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello.html' title='hello! =)'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-116384176765395670</id><published>2006-11-18T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:22:47.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when will they ever end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;FREAKIN' HELL LOADS OF PROJECTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;bang tha wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is Jam &amp; Hop night. Seriously, i don't know how will it turn out. Hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so sorrry ah saa. didnt kept my promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/DSC00477.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the extremely biased against small boob guy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"Green is good for eyes."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/paintclassmate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Random misses &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;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-116384176765395670?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/116384176765395670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=116384176765395670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/116384176765395670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/116384176765395670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-will-they-ever-end.html' title='when will they ever end?'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-116256393187418529</id><published>2006-11-03T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T22:25:31.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saints aren't coming</title><content type='html'>People revolve with changes.&lt;br /&gt;That might be good, and sometimes that might be bad.&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't let it be bad for this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let ignorance be a wonderful bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People says that Life's a bitch. Is it?&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/7638953-116256393187418529?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/116256393187418529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=116256393187418529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/116256393187418529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/116256393187418529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/11/saints-arent-coming.html' title='Saints aren&apos;t coming'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-116049539526686484</id><published>2006-10-10T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T23:49:55.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>thank y'all for remembering this day.&lt;br /&gt;i really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;love to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;coww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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="left"&gt;Thank you, my dear family. Truly a surprise. A few minutes ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you, all my dear friends for all your wishes since 12 am this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank y'all for making my life absoutely interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you.&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/7638953-116049539526686484?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/116049539526686484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=116049539526686484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/116049539526686484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/116049539526686484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115861273095603305</id><published>2006-09-19T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T04:52:10.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;"As much as i love coffee, i hate it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Mocha around mid afternoon or so with fatt and vina. And now, i'm suffering the side-effect. I've been tossing and flipping over my bed. haha. i sounded like i'm frying egg. &lt;em&gt;I can't get to sleep&lt;/em&gt;. Man, this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115861273095603305?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115861273095603305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115861273095603305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115861273095603305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115861273095603305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/09/coffee.html' title='Coffee'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115842035037912959</id><published>2006-09-16T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:25:50.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick tok tick tok</title><content type='html'>While packing my cupboards and sorting out all kind of things from there, i stumbled across my percussionist section's pictures. Of all the ups and downs, coping from the departure of Zhi Ping and friends from band to sorting out the messy arrangements to several disputes with the leaders to as a group, as one and finally , to me and jojo leaving them. It is amazing to see together as a team, how far we can achieve. To bond in a team, it's very essential. And to see many different groups in &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; team sitting apart, it's a sign to partial destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them dearly. &lt;em&gt;Esp&lt;/em&gt;, Pingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week, school term starts again. Time really past fast. So fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few days ago, Zil told me that we should have some class gathering. To Babe and Dinie, if you come across this, remember to start thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss 4e2ians so awfullly much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Image%28140%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Way long time ago. &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;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Time flies."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7638953-115842035037912959?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115842035037912959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115842035037912959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115842035037912959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115842035037912959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/09/tick-tok-tick-tok.html' title='Tick tok tick tok'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115798904491044356</id><published>2006-09-11T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:37:24.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"What goes around, comes around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/nuttydodo-0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love this wall. I love the colour. I love the way they are put together. Simply Lovely.&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/7638953-115798904491044356?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115798904491044356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115798904491044356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115798904491044356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115798904491044356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/09/savoir.html' title='Savoir'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115691659911344196</id><published>2006-08-30T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T13:43:19.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draco Malfoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall let the pictures talk about what happen from the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ervina's house. Helping out with the photoshoot for a project on shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 Gorgeous people&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/pix%20037.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20037.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/pix%20038.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20038.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/photoshoot%20copy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/resutls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/resutls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to study. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/nuttydodo-0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/nuttydodo-0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams. Over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/nuttydodo-0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/nuttydodo-0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/nuttydodo-0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Picture%2821%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/tom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Charming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115691659911344196?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115691659911344196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115691659911344196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115691659911344196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115691659911344196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/08/draco-malfoy.html' title='Draco Malfoy'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115608619922781258</id><published>2006-08-20T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:03:19.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rooftops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/chillee.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/chillee.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatt is so photogenic &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. i love her hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115608619922781258?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115608619922781258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115608619922781258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115608619922781258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115608619922781258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/08/rooftops.html' title='Rooftops'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115513624817090208</id><published>2006-08-09T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:10:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>schoool</title><content type='html'>NDP in school was coool. except for the stomach ache. when i was high with the school , it strucked me hard.  extremely enjoyable with mrs sudave, dinie, fatt, ervina and babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; studio, studo.stud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely possible with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;c o w&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115513624817090208?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115513624817090208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115513624817090208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115513624817090208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115513624817090208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/08/schoool.html' title='schoool'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115485852015483363</id><published>2006-08-06T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T18:02:00.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aint no other man</title><content type='html'>i'm awfully distracted by lots of things ranging from fooood, thoughts, computer, songs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;i can't focus. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, i downloaded adobe photoship for project. now that's over. decided to check that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/meandher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115485852015483363?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115485852015483363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115485852015483363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115485852015483363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115485852015483363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/08/aint-no-other-man.html' title='aint no other man'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115471559829964060</id><published>2006-08-05T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T02:19:58.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formal day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;24th july.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formal.&lt;br /&gt;Look what we did after presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Compared that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amateurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Photo-0703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;With this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Camera tricks.&lt;em&gt; i do miss my sec sch days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Let's continue...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nic and JH. Talll uh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0677.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's why i go to school for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Formal ahluba portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And...&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;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hoooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The below content is not for 16 years old and below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ah peks in action.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the com lab, they got stuck on a world cup version game in miniclip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Goalll!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sleeepy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115471559829964060?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115471559829964060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115471559829964060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115471559829964060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115471559829964060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/08/formal-day.html' title='formal day'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115445223739291836</id><published>2006-08-01T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T16:30:04.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Picture(4)_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP would be seriously boring without them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes. Them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/pix%20016.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20016.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ervina. Babe. Dinie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While walking towards Kallang Stadium, looooook what we saw again and again on the road!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c owsss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On the way there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Loook at the queue. The reds and whites everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;While waiting,...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20028.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; What do you think he's doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pic029.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Experimenting Static.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally, we are somewhere in the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Floooded with reds and whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ervina, the bombay girl and Dinie... the gay boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20045.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20068.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20111.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20109.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Up for the beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/pix%20121.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and my new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Picture%282%29_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115445223739291836?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115445223739291836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115445223739291836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115445223739291836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115445223739291836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/08/ndp-preview.html' title='NDP Preview'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115409514065701828</id><published>2006-07-28T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:59:00.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Error.</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what have i done wrong recently? Tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt; Why is everyone feeling so pessimistic?&lt;br /&gt;i want to comfort my friends but i don't know how to. Because i'm afraid they would think.. ai ya.. talk only.. who don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to solve those problem between  my cliques but i don't know where to start.Because  i'm afraid that i would make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to turn misunderstanding into understanding in my family but i don't whether am i doing this right. Because Humans are unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;i've read your blog. There's times whereby thoughts came by to us and we started to wonder why. Dark thoughts start to luke around in every corner of our mind. [wahahas. don't it feels like what Harry Potter's Dementors do?] This part of us is inevitable.Things happen and already happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our own life. Brighten those thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;To my donut buds,&lt;br /&gt;You guys are important to me. Little things you do may not matter to you guys. But it matters to me. i appreciate you guys. All i ever ask for is not to turn you guys into gentlement or what, or any fullerton hotel treats. No, darlings. no. All i ever ask for is to be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys' exsistence motivate me to go to school everyday. &lt;em&gt;oh my. i sound mushy as i go along.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not today's event. It's a everyday event.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. i sounded emotional. Who cares la. It's my blog. what's the point of blogging when you still keep things in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how life can turn out to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115409514065701828?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115409514065701828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115409514065701828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115409514065701828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115409514065701828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/07/error.html' title='Error.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115323685848009475</id><published>2006-07-18T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:34:18.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jeans</title><content type='html'>My &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; jeans is discoloured. This is way &lt;strong&gt;bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of &lt;em&gt;never-ending&lt;/em&gt; projects going on. Coming in one after another. This is way &lt;strong&gt;worse&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;whinning&lt;/em&gt;. That is &lt;strong&gt;worst.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115323685848009475?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115323685848009475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115323685848009475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115323685848009475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115323685848009475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/07/jeans.html' title='jeans'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115288584348536702</id><published>2006-07-14T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:04:03.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>know your rights</title><content type='html'>What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;Why did i feel so weird nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;i must be insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/cool.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The tattoo behind Angelina Jolie's back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I like it. It's a short few words but the meaning behind it is profound.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was viewing the files in my computer... when i came across this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2 years ago.  (as stated in my com)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/cOol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/mE%20anD%20dEde%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is either late last year'05 or early this year'06.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/funny%20001.jpg" border="0" /&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;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A few weeks ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/deandfatt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bro and fatt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0503.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NOW! (OK. maybe.. a few days ago during maths lesson)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i was trying to make a granny's expression.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Time flies like nobody's business.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Project, projects and more projects.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115288584348536702?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115288584348536702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115288584348536702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115288584348536702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115288584348536702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/07/know-your-rights.html' title='know your rights'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115271955372291107</id><published>2006-07-12T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:52:33.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat and eat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On 11 July 06,&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0508.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jh. Nic. me. Errror boy.&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="left"&gt;After which we decided to do project in jp since errorr ass cant make it because he had to watch s-league thingy. So before doing project, jh, nic and me went to siam kitchen to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0510.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nicholas.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Photo-0511.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Photo-0508.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Photo-0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Photo-0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jh and I. plus nic's twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Photo-0510.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Photo-0512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yayaya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Overall, my dish suck. the name of the dish is something something laksa. BUT, JH's one is nice. Hers is something something tom yam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Photo-0515.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Photo-0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFF to McCafe to do project. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0519.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wahahhahas. love the colour .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alamak. Super super sleeepy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115271955372291107?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115271955372291107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115271955372291107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115271955372291107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115271955372291107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/07/eat-and-eat.html' title='Eat and eat.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115263766418797367</id><published>2006-07-12T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T01:11:54.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AlumNight</title><content type='html'>Hello. Let me update you on last week.&lt;br /&gt;On 5th of July, Wednesday, I skipped school to do some alumni stuffs[a board for the graduates to sign]. Met darling fatt and went to her house to do. WOW, her mom whipped up superb curry puffs and bean sprouts puffs. i'm sooo a fan of her mom's cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had totally no idea on what to put on the board.. so bought all stuff randomly on the very last minutes. Rush like hell. So we started off by cutting the Styrofoam into letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Picture%285%29%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While doing those stuff, i SAW FATT'S FIRST sister. it's very rare to see her. She's a air stewardess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's almost finishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Picture%289%29%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&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;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tadaa~&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/alumni43324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dinie and Ah saaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On 6th July'06, during the whole event, Ervina and i were soooo afraid that we might be jeopardize the whole thing. Luckily, the whole alumNight went smoothly, eventhough it was short. During the dinner time, everyone went to mingle with the crowds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I SAW AH SAA . do you noe how much i miss her. Fatt and i practically ran up to her and kissed her. wahahhahas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Picture%2812%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*grin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/ilovethem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thank you guys for coming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sleeeepyyy......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115263766418797367?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115263766418797367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115263766418797367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115263766418797367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115263766418797367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/07/alumnight.html' title='AlumNight'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115246078128057694</id><published>2006-07-09T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:59:41.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world cup</title><content type='html'>I'm sooo bored now. decided to do what boooney asked me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 20 people you can think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;Don't read the questions until you have named the 20 people.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, choose 5 people to do this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;START!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Fatt&lt;br /&gt;02. Jessica Alba&lt;br /&gt;03. Jojo&lt;br /&gt;04. Babe&lt;br /&gt;05. Dinie&lt;br /&gt;06. Jia Hui&lt;br /&gt;07. Ervina&lt;br /&gt;08. Error boy&lt;br /&gt;09. Nic&lt;br /&gt;10. Ashton Kutcher&lt;br /&gt;11. Sockee&lt;br /&gt;12. Ah dar&lt;br /&gt;13. Ah saa&lt;br /&gt;14. Xi min&lt;br /&gt;15. Ciara&lt;br /&gt;16. Junnie&lt;br /&gt;17. Booooney&lt;br /&gt;18. Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;19. Omarion&lt;br /&gt;20. Mr Oliver Balasingam.. surprisingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] How did you meet #14:&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOOL! oh man.. i missing all of them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2] What would you do if u never met #1:&lt;br /&gt; i don't know. life would never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3] What would you do if #20 and #9 dated:&lt;br /&gt; Whoo. i would be surprised...very. such a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4] Did you ever like #19:&lt;br /&gt;YA. i lovee his dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5] Would #6 and #7 make a good couple:&lt;br /&gt;hmm. Let's wait and see when both arent straight anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6] Describe #3:&lt;br /&gt;She is a monkey. wahahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7] Do you think #8 is attractive?:&lt;br /&gt;Defintely errror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8] Tell me something about #7:&lt;br /&gt;She's sweeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9] Do you know any of #12's family:&lt;br /&gt;Nope. But.. i did talk to her sister before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10] What are #8's favourites:&lt;br /&gt;Girls la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11] What would you do if #18 confesses that he/she likes you:&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. i will take my brain or whatever out to see if it's still functioning properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12] What language does #15 speak:&lt;br /&gt;English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14] How old is #16 now:&lt;br /&gt;Seventeeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15] When was the last time you spoke to #13:&lt;br /&gt;On AlumNight .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16] Who is #2's favourite singer/band:&lt;br /&gt; hmm. i 'll get back to this once i get the info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17] Would you ever date #17?:&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahs. nope. he's my goood buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18] Is #15 single:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19] what is #10's last name:&lt;br /&gt;Kutcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20] Would you ever be in a serious relationship with #11:&lt;br /&gt;Ya, we 're already in one. I'm having all sorta serious relationships wif allll my friends. LOVE you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21] What school does #3 go to:&lt;br /&gt; jwss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22] Where does#6 live:&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23] What's your favourite thing about #5:&lt;br /&gt;He wants everything to be done fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24] Ever seen #1 naked:&lt;br /&gt; Hmm. if it's partially naked, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ppl i want them to try:&lt;br /&gt;BABE/ ERVINA/ AH saa/ JH/ YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 'll be watching the world cup finals today.&lt;br /&gt;Who will win the world cup?&lt;br /&gt;FRANCE OR ITALY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ole ole ole~.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115246078128057694?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115246078128057694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115246078128057694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115246078128057694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115246078128057694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup.html' title='world cup'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115228656815271365</id><published>2006-07-07T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:36:08.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEN</title><content type='html'>This is from the post of FEB'06. Regarding this, i insisted that guys CANNOT be petty &lt;em&gt;all the time.&lt;/em&gt; Frustrated whenever i see Guys being angry . Guys or rather males, you are supposed to be a man you noe. not gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;TO ALL tha males out there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Y'all are NOT supposed to be petty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;TO females:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;It is perfectly normal for y'all to do that. [Or else why are we grumbing every month for? We have ulmost all the reason to do that. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds unfair. Too bad. This tradition has been around evolving with humans since they were born. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Adapted from FEB'06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be a man. Do the right thing.&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/7638953-115228656815271365?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115228656815271365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115228656815271365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115228656815271365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115228656815271365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/07/men.html' title='MEN'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115228551206136050</id><published>2006-07-07T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:18:32.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfied</title><content type='html'>For AlumNight'o6, everything went smoothly yesterday. phew. Before the actual event kick off, i saw HANNNY!wah. i miss him like crazy. i ran over and hugged him. Reminiscing the days on how we were during band. how we walked over those disputes and live like a percussion family. i remember those days where i sort of rebel against him. I'm terribly sorry. OH man, speaking of band, i miss all the percussion darlings- Jojo, hanny, pingy, hidayat, jiang nan, clementia, hui yi, choon ying,yi ling, taufik, eileeen, seok hiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making my life soooo interesting with you guys. love you guys man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allright. alumNight'06 pictures will be up soooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are soooo bored during maths lesson. So, to prevent us from getting into a deep sleep, we took photos while the maths lecturer is talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After getting our maths papers,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All of us only managed to get a passing grade. Sad uh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nvm. We will strive harder. So, smile...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After which, JH and i went to jp to buy her papapappapillo. Then, to Mac cafe for coffee break.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, to the toilet. We're deciding whether should we snap a shot or something. We are afraid that people might think that we 're crazy fools or something. Ai ya. hack care la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SMILE to all people who thinks that we're crazy. wahahhahs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115228551206136050?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115228551206136050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115228551206136050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115228551206136050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115228551206136050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/07/satisfied.html' title='Satisfied'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115202602961552667</id><published>2006-07-04T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:13:49.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty LIES to us</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Outer beauty VS Inner beauty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one will you guys choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many may argue that inner beauty is so much more important than outer beauty. But, it don't seems like so. &lt;em&gt;Come mon, this is reality&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For E.g. ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were to be 2 women- one is extremely beautiful with vicious character and the other with a ugly and detestable face, but had a heart that is sooo kind and pure, which one will YOU choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a dilemma right? If you were to say the second one, you would think that how would you be facing her every single day of your life? If you say the first one, you would live your life in FEAR. So which one will you choose?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another E.g.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first sight, you look at the person's face instantly. Then decide whether you will like the particular person or not. For the majority, you would not go and study the character and stuff before deciding. Face= outer beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This world is so realistic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we finished up IEB project in time. This was what we did on saturday. A bit of slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In JH's room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was fiddling with her lappy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We packed up at around 7 plus because errror boy is staying in the east.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the bus.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0444.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sickening error boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next, me and JH hopped on to JP. Eat at mac'. Watched the remaining Art of Seduction. Feeling bored without Internet's access. We painted one another faces. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We used the picture we took in thai express. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/meandjhthaiexpress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&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;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With that, it became~&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;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0417.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wahoo~. We had a hard time laughing at this. ya la.. we are sickos man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the result when people got real bored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115202602961552667?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115202602961552667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115202602961552667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115202602961552667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115202602961552667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/07/beauty-lies-to-us.html' title='beauty LIES to us'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115190334263616393</id><published>2006-07-03T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T13:09:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>portugal</title><content type='html'>Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Brazil lost to France. England lost to Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the 2 countries which are the least expected to be out so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, JH and i went to Simei for our project. i don't know what to say about that. Took a cab home. I think we both ate something so wrong that both ended up at home with a terrible stomach ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Graduates of Jurong West Secondary School'04 &amp; '06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alumnite will be held at this thursday, 6pm.  Do come ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115190334263616393?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115190334263616393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115190334263616393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115190334263616393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115190334263616393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/07/portugal.html' title='portugal'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115177156321917783</id><published>2006-07-01T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T00:32:43.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion king</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;England VS Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think will win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from JH 's house. wahahhas. She have a hamster which looked like Lion King- his fur only cover from his head till half of body. Weird . Weird owner has weird things. I love her rooom. So big...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surprising thing of the day is that error boy actually traveled from the east to the west to do project.The condition is... for the next 2 project meeting, we have to travel back to SIMEI to do. asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me describe the weird eating habits of people from the east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/wanton%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;See, weird rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/yucks.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fillet-0-fish. I noe you guys lost your appetite  after seeing this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't know if is it ALL east side people practises such unusual eating habits or only that errror boy from the east.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All in all, WEIRD !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;JH and me rented 4VCDs :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1:What a girl wants&lt;br /&gt;2.40 days and 40 nights&lt;br /&gt;3.Meet the fockers&lt;br /&gt;4.School of Rocks[Initially, we wanted School of Seductions]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I rented Alexander the great.175 mins. Are both &lt;a title="Alexander the Great" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_the_Great"&gt;Alexander&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Hephaestion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hephaestion"&gt;Hephaestion&lt;/a&gt; really gay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115177156321917783?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115177156321917783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115177156321917783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115177156321917783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115177156321917783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/07/lion-king.html' title='Lion king'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115159895438885504</id><published>2006-06-29T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:35:54.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitaire</title><content type='html'>OH man. i watched singapore idol wildcard show just now. one of the contestant made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to you... JAY lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Jay-Lim.gif" border="0" /&gt;He sang Solitaire by The Carpenters but this song was made famous by Clay Aiken.[do you know that Clay was rumoured that he is a gay?] i don't know why my tears just flow when he sang that song after knowing that he is in for the final 12. for the first time in my life, a song made me cry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That error boy said." wah. the card game made you cry. weak lehs." asss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wahahhas. new happenings. i came across something that was so funny.Do you know the song, Milkshake sang by Kelis?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Original lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;and they're like,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's better than yours,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;damn right it's better than yours, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can teach you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I have to charge!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some other version&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My armpits bring all the boys to the yard,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they're like 'It's better than yours',&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn right, it's better than yours,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can teach you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;but Jean Yip has to charge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm wrong. i noe that dad's right. but.. why do i refuse to listen? i scream at him insisting and convincing him to let him look at things at MY point of view. i noe i'm at the wrong to scream.BUT, his point of view is reasonably right tooo. oh my, what 's right? And, what's wrong? How 'd we know whether if the right is really right? What if the right is the wrong and the wrong is the right? wow. the world is getting more complex. e.g. last time,people says that coffee is way bad for your health. but now, it become that coffee is goood for your body. still have some more ridiculous things.. but i forgot. wahahahas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm now addicted to coffee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shitt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spain lost to France. 3-1. saddening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Voila~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/torressss.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I noe that many girls are now crazy over him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lemme be faithful to my one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/ex_yugo1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoosh. many says that he's a selfish player. ai ya. no one is perfect right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115159895438885504?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115159895438885504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115159895438885504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115159895438885504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115159895438885504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/06/solitaire.html' title='Solitaire'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115150828091138374</id><published>2006-06-28T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:24:40.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby, it's you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baby, it's you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jojo feat. bow wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY friends reminded me of THIS song when jojo called me. this jojo is joann clare, my sec sch bud. They then continue with.., '' where is bow wow?" and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then remember that i forgot to blog about jojo's birthday. 4th of june. sunday. it felt so goood to get together once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it is.&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the 80s. ok... i'm lame. going back to 4th june'o6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/DSC00195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;fatt. sockee. JOJO. me. ah dar. xi min.&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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Picture%289%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See, jojo is so happy.&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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Picture%287%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i miss them so much.&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;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Picture%288%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;me.jo.ah dar.&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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Picture%285%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mojojojo.the monkey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You might realize the different resolutions of the pictures. wahahhas. taken by 2 diff phones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think you all might think that i'm crazy. it's fatt's birthday YET i m posting about jo's birthday. i'm unable to celebrate wif fatt because today she've to be wif her grandmother. BUT. there'll be pictures of her birthday celebration sooooon.&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Britney is pregnant again. with her 2nd child. oh man, she's only in her early twenties. recently, i just saw one of the videos that the paparazzi caught from her. she is dancing.... no longer like what she is last time. her figure changed totally.. oh man. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate k.fed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nicole kidman is married.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Kaka is married too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It has been said that for Tom Cruise and Katie holmes's wedding,Tom wants Katie to lose her post pregnancy fats away fast . He even plan a diet for her.AND The name Katie no longer exist. Tom wants Katie to change her name into Kate because he said that Katie sounded NOT like a matured mother. crazy shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jamie Yeo can no longer say a music with you. She 's no longer a DJ. She quitted for ESPN , being their sportscaster. sad uh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;going to sleeep soooon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;OH ya. one more picture to post. During holidays, me and my sec school darlings went back to school for the Kayak camp. it was soo much fun. The camp is in Changi. On the second day, we actually have to kayak changi to east coast park and back. so tiring. then, the'' alamak-dey '' thingy came by. So funny. so fun. and so deeep-fried.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/FBTees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THEM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Immediately, the next day, i had to go back to SP to do project. Met JH and that cheeerobooot man. You can call him errror boy if you want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; This is what he says to me when he first saw me(i'm roasted at that time.):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Derek: wah. so tan. like malay girl sia.wah. you 've become fatter. look at those arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;me:ya la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;He continue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Derek:eh.. remember i once told you that i like girls who are tan. after when i see you,  i 've changed my mind.wah.. you ar.. error lehs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;me: ya la ya la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Stupid shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115150828091138374?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115150828091138374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115150828091138374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115150828091138374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115150828091138374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/06/baby-its-you.html' title='baby, it&apos;s you'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115142631898482131</id><published>2006-06-28T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:38:39.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FATT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/gelato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/gelato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Happpy birthday to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happpy birthday to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happpy birthday to fattttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy birthday to you ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;Thank you for being there when i need you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you for your coconut tree. i need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you for your non-stop advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you for giving in to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you for your patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you for your existance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you for not giving up .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you for being my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you.&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;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me&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/7638953-115142631898482131?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115142631898482131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115142631898482131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115142631898482131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115142631898482131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/06/fatt.html' title='FATT!'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115108008334141030</id><published>2006-06-24T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T00:28:03.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unnecessary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the thought of future disillusioned me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe, it's time for time machines to be invented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7638953-115108008334141030?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115108008334141030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115108008334141030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115108008334141030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115108008334141030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/06/unnecessary.html' title='unnecessary'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115091044704502052</id><published>2006-06-22T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T01:20:47.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad service</title><content type='html'>people. be it if you are at the service line or what, please respect people of all kind. people who ARE in the service line, should give your best to your customer no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; after eating in roti prata in the library [sudden cravings], i went to jp with my brother in t-shirt and shorts. you don't expect me to go jp in some gown wear or town wear rite? SO, i went to have some bubble tea and stuff. saw the gay blogger, kero. he looked so shag. then, on and on, i went to espirt to shop around to see if any clothes is nice or something. i spotted 1 blouse which i den proceed to try it. you noe, at the entrance of the changing room, there will be some espirt assistants who're supposed to assist you or something.. there was one particular female assistant, when i gave her the blouse so that she could take out the hanger and checked that there was only ONE blouse... she gave me that loooook. that looked like:" helllo? this gal.. i doubt she'll be buying... waste of time..." &lt;strong&gt;ok.so wat if i'm buying and what if i 'm not?&lt;/strong&gt;at least SMILE. that is the &lt;em&gt;LEAST&lt;/em&gt; you should do to the customers.keep your comments to yourself. den after changing... returning the clothes back to her.. she gave me that looook again. saying:"oh yes.. i'm soo right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps. i'm being tooo sensitve. but.. she should have just smile . basic rule no. 1 in service industry. right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115091044704502052?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115091044704502052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115091044704502052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115091044704502052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115091044704502052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/06/bad-service.html' title='bad service'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-115064773415289314</id><published>2006-06-18T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:22:14.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>east or west?</title><content type='html'>babe left for bangkok already. miss her. bangkok is nice... extremely nice for shopping freaks. i love that place man. the things are reasonably cheap only if you know how to bargain with them. or else.. it will be unreasonably expensive. &lt;strong&gt;REALLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one time in thailand, as usual, there will rows and rows of never ending shops. Due to time constraints, the whole tour group just briefly walked through them fast. So, there was one shop which sell really nice wooden straw bags. This particular shop keeper KNEW that  i'm eyeing for that bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me:" 900 baht , mam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; 900 baht&lt;/span&gt; for that particular BAG is realllly day light robbery .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, we walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said to us quickly while pointing towards her calculator:" ok mam, how much you want? just say the price mam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, we are really lack of time. We are far far behind the group. So as we rush ahead with NO intention of buying the bag AND also the shop keeper keeps on tagging us behind asking us how much we want,  my mom just said;" &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;125 baht&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, i thought my mom was crazy to tell her &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;125 baht&lt;/span&gt;. It is wayyy too impossible. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;125 &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;900 baht&lt;/span&gt;. The difference is &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;775 baht&lt;/span&gt;. I expect the shop keeper to say " fuck you " in some thai language. BUT, she said happily:"&lt;strong&gt; Okae mam&lt;/strong&gt;!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah. at that point of time. i'm sooo happy. i wanted to buy that bag already... but we are soo freaking late. i went back to bus with regret. from this, they are obviously extorting the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whenever you go to bangkok for shoppping , remember to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bring a bottle of watter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for those tiresome never ending bargains. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;OH man. the tom yam there... it's extremely delicious. oh man. i'm so hungry now. actually ,  most of the food in bangkok is nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright. I was back from my family chalet in pasir ris, the east. although i very much hate to admit it, BUT, the east is so much more interesting than west. their products are so much more... unique den ours. very fascinating . the shops... everything. even the food. so different. ok..&lt;strong&gt; i know that i sounded like some person who just came out from a jungle&lt;/strong&gt;. yaa..i've not been to the east for a freaking long time. AND in the east, there ARE tampines mall, east mall or something.. i cant remember and downtown east. in the west, there IS the one and only JURONG POINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeee. i love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115064773415289314?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115064773415289314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115064773415289314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115064773415289314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115064773415289314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/06/east-or-west.html' title='east or west?'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638953.post-115047549862409402</id><published>2006-06-16T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:31:38.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged.</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by babelicious babe. Here it goes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks i gorge myself with:&lt;br /&gt;- chocolates&lt;br /&gt;-waffles&lt;br /&gt;-snickers&lt;br /&gt;- basically anything which i can DIG out from my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-5 songs i sing and tear people ears apart:&lt;br /&gt;- be without you&lt;br /&gt;- unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;- once again&lt;br /&gt;-sway&lt;br /&gt;-check on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things i will do with a million bucks:&lt;br /&gt;- Go around the world&lt;br /&gt;-Spend on my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;-Set up some business&lt;br /&gt;- Retire at some corner of this earth and paint freeely&lt;br /&gt;-Keeep the rest. SAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places i seek refuge:&lt;br /&gt;- beach&lt;br /&gt;- home&lt;br /&gt;-fat' house&lt;br /&gt;-i shall discover more in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things i will never wear:&lt;br /&gt;- anything that i don't like&lt;br /&gt;- anything confusing&lt;br /&gt;- anything odd&lt;br /&gt;- anything weird&lt;br /&gt;-SKIRT together with some alien STOCKINGS which don't go with the FLOW. ultimate error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;- staring at someone without realising that i m doing that&lt;br /&gt;-being late&lt;br /&gt;- being lazy to the extreme&lt;br /&gt;-walking into a shop and commenting loudly on their items&lt;br /&gt;- draggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 joys:[ it is about the same as babe. except for the last one.]&lt;br /&gt;- being healthy&lt;br /&gt;-having a family&lt;br /&gt;-having cool mates and lovely darlings&lt;br /&gt;-being me&lt;br /&gt;- being contented and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 items i am handicapped if without:&lt;br /&gt;- mobilephone&lt;br /&gt;- PC with internet&lt;br /&gt;- money&lt;br /&gt;- my ezlink&lt;br /&gt;- i can't think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 fictional characters i will date:&lt;br /&gt;- professor utonium&lt;br /&gt;- cyclops&lt;br /&gt;-austin in a cinderella story&lt;br /&gt;- i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 GORGEOUS ppl i will tag:&lt;br /&gt;- jessica alba&lt;br /&gt;- george clooney&lt;br /&gt;- eva longoria&lt;br /&gt;-cristiano ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;-angelina jolie and brad pitt's newborn baby. i can't remember her weird name despite memorising it several time. it's shlioh or something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-115047549862409402?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/115047549862409402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=115047549862409402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115047549862409402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/115047549862409402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/06/tagged.html' title='tagged.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-114892069899658696</id><published>2006-05-30T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T00:45:34.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeepy</title><content type='html'>hello. so far. 7 weeks have past since school started. Poly life is not as slack as what people says it is. It is the clubs you join that makes poly life interesting. Because you get to know different kinda ppl. And then you have outings here and there.. so on and for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is E-learning week. And then, proceed to the 2 weeks break.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that i'm going to camp . 12th -14th june. Correct me if i'm wrong. &lt;em&gt;Jwss&lt;/em&gt; camp. Whoosh. Finally i can see my sec sch buds again. It's been so long. Miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i'm onto neo pets. i know it's childish.&lt;em&gt; so what?&lt;/em&gt; at least it kills my boredom.&lt;br /&gt;in case if there are lectures going on , and you are with your computer or lappie, the games can keep you awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.neopets.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to bed. Gooodnite ppl. i love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-114892069899658696?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/114892069899658696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=114892069899658696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114892069899658696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114892069899658696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/05/sleeepy.html' title='Sleeepy'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-114840051905899110</id><published>2006-05-23T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:08:39.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LISA</title><content type='html'>Ah saa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Happpy birthday to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Happpppy birthday to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;happppppppy birthday to ah saa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Happy birthday to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, may your wishes come true! *smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LISA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. someone i first knew since i stepped into band. she is a left-handed. the time when we REALLY get to know one another is last year,2005.  Someone very blunt. very extremely straightforward. Someone who introduced and influenced me on girlie stuff. She even bought me that for my last birthday. Thank you ah saa. I love it lots. she love DOG lots.[wahahhaas, remember, you got chased by that dog the time when we were doing art.]&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure is that... she don't like people to call her pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, overcome it. It will make you stronger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eh, remember to collect your present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-114840051905899110?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/114840051905899110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=114840051905899110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114840051905899110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114840051905899110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/05/lisa.html' title='LISA'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-114805310746991002</id><published>2006-05-19T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:38:27.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All i have.</title><content type='html'>Be without you.- Mary J.Blige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful song. Love that songs lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About today, it was totally embarassing. Sighs. First scandal- i don't think i 've the courage to blog it out. I EXPOSED something unknowingly . Second scandal- During maths lecture, i was so so so sleepy to continue to listen to those mathematical terms. My mind could hardly keep up with what the lecturer is saying. To me, he is like singing a lullaby song to me.My eyelids are so tempted to close my mind up. Before i went to sleep.. i saw Nicholas's head on the table sleeping . If i'm not wrong. On seeing that.. , i drifted into a sleep too. Not a deep one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climax is ... when i woke up, Jia Hui who was sitting beside me told me that while i was sleeping, my eyelids were not fully close and that she thought that i wasnt sleeeping at all. Next, she said that i snored. BUT .. i feel that i'm not because i didnt hear anything. Eh. very embarassing ok.  She den said that it was a very soft one. Only when she was near me, she could hear . I think she is fascinated watching me sleep. Malu man. Another one was that.. I drooooled a lil.. less than a 1/2 of a spatula at the side of my mouth. Derek said that in the blog, we should exaggerate more.. in the sense, instead of a spatula.. should say all over the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. This blog should not be viewed by you guys. Shy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i was on the phone with Fatt! You could hardly imagine how happy i was.wah. i miss her so much. I cant bear to hang up the call . Before i reach home which is after Primers, i went to JP to find Dinie ! We crapped all the way and DINIE gave me the republican sticker. [fatt, don be jealous.] Today .. he would be going to malaysia for camp. So goood. Unfortunately,SP don provide such camping service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my CCA would be Primers. The people there rock my life. Why? By this guy. He is a working adult. around mid twenties. Imagine.. at this age, most adults would be slogging their guts out when on work.. and when after work, they will retire at home. This guy, he is a Volunteer. Yet, he is a working adult. Eh, to be in charge for the whole Primers is not easy task. You need lots of commitment. Overseas trip , camp stuff... etc.This guy.. instead of retiring at home to sleep and stuff, he came to be in this .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i asked him why?&lt;br /&gt; he said:" i want to see young adults like you guys grow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you guys, you might think it is a ordinary statement. But, tell me, how many people in this world can do that? to be able to give selflessly? Very few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-114805310746991002?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/114805310746991002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=114805310746991002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114805310746991002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114805310746991002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-i-have.html' title='All i have.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-114793200432223763</id><published>2006-05-18T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:00:04.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Rooney.</title><content type='html'>i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in ITOS lab having lessons.&lt;br /&gt;YET,&lt;br /&gt;i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Java sucks as much. I don't understand a single shit. I mean i understand but.. when the test qns came, i don't know what to do. My mind is washed by white paints.  So confused. F*** shit. But, i 've to blame myself. i've been slacking while most of my classmates are studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fu*k the shit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Derek says that he rocks. He added that Rooney rock.But, i think he sucks.wahahhahahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-114793200432223763?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/114793200432223763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=114793200432223763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114793200432223763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114793200432223763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-hate-rooney.html' title='I hate Rooney.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-114736004986990327</id><published>2006-05-11T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:07:29.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladey.</title><content type='html'>whoosh. wu la la~. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just met my darling fatt and dinie.&lt;/span&gt; that is tha singaporean and the republican. it has been a long time since i last saw them. miss them lots man. Only spent an hour with them.. and we  have to part . I acc fatt till her bus come. Till then, we were taking pictures! hahahaas. she have to buy a USB cable first before uploading our pictures. By then, i shall post up all the pictures. *smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love them. love them. love them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[p.s. dinie; you still own me pasta. fatt; i miss your fried rice.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't know why but i value handmade stuff a lot. Esp. when it is made by my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to attend a class outing at marina bay today. BUT, i didnt go. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;O man.. i kinda regretted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blogger thingy lag so much. Shall post up the pictures the next time. . Off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-114736004986990327?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/114736004986990327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=114736004986990327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114736004986990327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114736004986990327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/05/ladey.html' title='Ladey.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-114735234205088977</id><published>2006-05-11T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T20:59:02.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPGG</title><content type='html'>Yo. Wassup guys? How' everything? As promised, i shall blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 10th may 06, ITOS lessons ended off early as usual. With 2 whole hours left for break, we decided to hoped on to SPGG. The guys went off to play pool.It felt so funny when i see how they distract one another to ensure them that they missed that cue ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for us, we went on the Arcade.House of dead 2- We shot those crazy looking zombies off their heads. Of course, we didnt survive that for long. We turned to the sofas behind us and start the taking picture maddness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; [hey, must take more photos ok! Pictures are important. They preserved the memory of that particular period of time in us. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;At first, it is only us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Photo-0361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soon?&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;/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;/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;strong&gt;Derek came!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0364.jpg" border="0" /&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;/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;Few seconds later....&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;/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;strong&gt;All time buddy, Nicholas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0363.jpg" border="0" /&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;Then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Andrew popped out from nowhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Photo-0365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Funny people around me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;BRB. Have to rush to meet my sec school buddies. Will continue later. Tata~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Photo-0371.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Photo-0371.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Photo-0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Photo-0371.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Photo-0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Photo-0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Photo-0371.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-114735234205088977?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/114735234205088977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=114735234205088977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114735234205088977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114735234205088977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/05/spgg.html' title='SPGG'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-114674840322340767</id><published>2006-05-04T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:13:23.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore poly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY O MY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Since how long have i NOT touch this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sorrry guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been around 3 weeks since school started. On the first day of orientation, i get to see and know my classmates. To be honest, my thoughts were like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; " OH my god, i have to be with them for 1 whole year. Who will i hang out most with? Devastated man. I want my sec sch buds. I want my camp mates. How m i going to survive wif my NOW mates?? HOW? School's going to be boring."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know. I 'm so mean to think that way. I couldn't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.. a few days later, i don't know HOW in the world we get to know each other or click to each other just like that. Firstly, i sat with this freaking[opps!] TALL girl named &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ho Jia Hui&lt;/span&gt; in the lecture hall studying Management , Organistation and behaviour module. She is 1.75m ok! Don't play play.I admit, i was quite shy and i don't know how to kick start a conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*From there,i don't know how we started talking craps and stuff . *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, we started hanging out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, there came along this 2 guys called &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Beh Chin Kiat[Nicholas]&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Wong Chu Hui[Derek]&lt;/span&gt; into my school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then again, i don't know how ...but 4 of us... were like practically GLUED to one another in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We crapped all day long. Luckily, thanks to them, everyday.. i feel like going to school.  They are my usual buddies in school. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thank you guys for making me laugh all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;i shall upload some pictures when i'm not so lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Still, i miss my sec school mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I miss them so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Treasure your secondary school life man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-114674840322340767?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/114674840322340767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=114674840322340767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114674840322340767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114674840322340767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/05/singapore-poly.html' title='Singapore poly.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-114390975427425351</id><published>2006-04-01T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:46:45.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i57/imCOW/NP004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised saa to blog tonight. And I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about tha FOOD that I hate the most of the most .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are someone who know me well, YOU should know the answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I , Sun Weiying absolutely &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; SUSHI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recalled, whenever i walked around in Cineleisure, there will be this particular sushi smell luking around the 2nd floor of Cineleisure. &lt;em&gt;Yucks.&lt;/em&gt; By typing this down, i felt like vomiting. BUT, surprisingly, people around me who are dear to me all &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; Sushi.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; It, the smell is very disgusting ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The most prominent one that i remember is AH saa. OMG. that fish eggs. that octopus. that... oh my. i 'm&lt;em&gt; fainting&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Sushi. I hate Sushi. I hate Sushi. &lt;em&gt;Hate it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahs. i know by saying this.. those sushi lovers would throw all those fish eggs... octopus.. squids on to me. Eeeek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was a news a few days ago saying that a man returned a&lt;em&gt; bag filled with $2 million&lt;/em&gt; worth of jewelries which he found in a shopping mall to the police station. After hearing that, i just said 'Wow'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were the owner of the bag, would you just lose that precious bag around like that? &lt;em&gt;i was like hello&lt;/em&gt;? It is worth &lt;strong&gt;2 million bucks&lt;/strong&gt;. NOT &lt;em&gt;20&lt;/em&gt; bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That man, was coool. It's a Ang moh. He returned it back. He deserved to be praised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not everyone can do what he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, remember i told you guys that i worked in Ngee Ann Poly for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i57/imCOW/NP003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convention Centre, Lvl 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i57/imCOW/NP006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This row of sits can be pull or stretch out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Enrolment helpdesk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i57/imCOW/NP004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The NP staff there are great and funny . They are really nice people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going to sleep now. Goodnite. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people who are nice! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-114390975427425351?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/114390975427425351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=114390975427425351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114390975427425351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114390975427425351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/04/sushi.html' title='Sushi'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-114346536019926156</id><published>2006-03-27T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:19:15.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M o o o ~</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so freaking bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures of my beloved cow.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.. Since when in my entire lifetime did I fell so deeply in love with cows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; hand: " alt="" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i57/imCOW/lovelycow.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Simply adorable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I decided to make my cow do some hip hop greetings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; hand: " alt="" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i57/imCOW/lovelycow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Yo Yo!''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dress it up a little and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hit it up with style.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; hand: " height="215" alt="" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i57/imCOW/hiphopcow4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo y'all! 50 cents 's cow in tha house!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok, I know I'm lame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tomorrow, there will be work. 2 more days more... I would have to rot at home all day long again. I'm working in Ngee Ann Poly as a enrolment assistant. When it is fun, it is. When it is bored, it IS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On Friday, there will be a speech day rehearsal which we have to attend. Gracious god,we have to practice walking up and down tha stage.. JWSS is always like that. The actual speech day is on tha 8 of April. The required attire is formal wear. NO jeans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear my&lt;em&gt; complaints&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Or grumbles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;WHY ? Why JWSS does &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;have any prom nights? Leave our graduation just like that? Just chuck it aside? It is perhaps &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; to them. &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;, it is the night every graduates would want to enjoy before departing to the another part of their life. It is the memory that we would want to remember forever and ever. It is the memory that last. However, JWSS did not give a damm to this. So selfish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*shake heads. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This kind of crime is unpardonable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is &lt;em&gt;SHIT&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Whatever it is.&lt;em&gt; I miss my darlings. &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/7638953-114346536019926156?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/114346536019926156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=114346536019926156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114346536019926156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114346536019926156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/03/m-o-o-o.html' title='M o o o ~'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-114338583584965986</id><published>2006-03-26T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:21:04.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latino heats.</title><content type='html'>EMD. muhahahas. &lt;em&gt;Tha Latino Night&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Feel the heat, man&lt;/strong&gt;! The overrall was pretty good but it was super short. The best thing about this EMD is that i get to see all my mates. So wonderful. Miss them lots. We went backstage. &lt;em&gt;We hug, we talk , we laugh&lt;/em&gt;. And took many photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved darlings. My classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; hand: " alt="" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i57/imCOW/kissestoclass1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we proceed to tha hawker stall next to esplanade. We occupied 2 tables and began taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 12 of us in total. Headcounts were &lt;em&gt;Via, Fat, Rene, Babe, Dinie, Firah, Firah's bro, Jonny, Fishy, Ah Saa, Min and ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fat took this. Almost all of us were eating Hokkien Mee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i57/imCOW/P3220061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; hand: " alt="" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i57/imCOW/P3220061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a huge portion. It is served in a banana paper. if i m not wrong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Babe took this while i'm munching some &lt;em&gt;ices.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; hand: " alt="" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i57/imCOW/P3220052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, we decided to go home. Some prefer to take cab home and the others decided to go home by Night Rider.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On tha way, we took this.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; hand: " alt="" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i57/imCOW/P3220089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ah saa 's heels is 2 inches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; hand: " alt="" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i57/imCOW/P3220091.jpg" border="0" /&gt; They are mine! hahahas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Allright, we are officially crossing tha road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; hand: " alt="" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i57/imCOW/P3220092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While waiting for the bus that never comes, we took this..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; hand: " height="374" alt="" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i57/imCOW/P3220097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We're &lt;em&gt;tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; hand: " height="407" alt="" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i57/imCOW/P3220098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;crapping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We later on decided tha NR5 only comes during weekends. WE hopped on to a cab and reached home on around 2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nice day &lt;em&gt;uh?&lt;/em&gt; i love my ladies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-114338583584965986?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/114338583584965986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=114338583584965986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114338583584965986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114338583584965986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/03/latino-heats.html' title='Latino heats.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-114200670478127368</id><published>2006-03-11T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T00:05:04.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b-e-a-u-tiful memories</title><content type='html'>hello. how is everyone? Allright,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPDATE: i got into Business Information Technology- Singapore Poly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that, my room is so damm messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;If i have ever participate in the best housekeeping contest, i would get kicked out of tha contest right away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During tha time of rotting at home, memories from my secondary 1 to 4 began flooding into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my first few days of entering the school, i am a girl who doesnt know lots of things. I got into Band and got to know lots of fanastic people in there. AND, i got to know Zhi Ping in a very interesting way is that we both looked very alike. From there, we hit off pretty well and became sisters. One thing about her is that she is very impartial. And, of course, very fierce. From her, i got to know this guy j.lo . Till now, i still dislike him lots. Even though Sis said that this matter happened a long long time ago. But then, I would never forget the picture on how hard Sis cry for him. It's so scary. You know, it is just in your memory. It is very difficult to make tha feeling go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright . One day, in class[1E2], a classmate of mine, Yi Jun took my spectacles and played with it. And, he refuses to give me back. At that point of time, I felt very frustrated with him doing that. I went and told Sis about it. Just nice.. that j.lo was there too. So he went and confront Yi jun. hahahas. it felt incredibly funny to think on how Junny reacted back then. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;laughed&lt;/em&gt; at how silly my actions were&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I 'M SO CHILDISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So petty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my secondary 2 times, i still vividly remember that i had PMS during geography exams. It was so damm embarassing. At that time, I don't know how to settle tha problem which later then i kicked tha chair of tha person infront of me , asking her what should i do. After all, it was during exam so I couldn't do anything about it. So i just waited till tha whole geo paper was over. Little did i noe when i stood up, Fatimah who was sitting behind me , exclaimed in loud voice:'' &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WEIYING! YOUR SKIRT!&lt;/span&gt;''. The whole class turned their head round and looked at me. OMG. It is so freaking bloody embarassing. The teacher in charge, Ms Christine Ang hurriedly dismissed the class for recess. Thanks for your quick respone. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Until now, people STILL talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sooo a topic no one would ever forget. I know. I know. hahahas. After recess, back to class, the boys look at me at weird expression. I could only return back their stares in a embarassed way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The later part of my secondary school life.. came with delicious cakes! specially made by Ximin. wow. i just love it. Her sandwiches too, is just heavenly. I don't know why.. but i just love handmade stuff. Thank you Ximin! for letting me have such wonderful memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the struggling of art times came along with Dinie and Ah saa. They are so funny. During those times, we wiill always try to sneak food into the art room. Ended up being caught. There was a time.. i felt real depressed while painting the art piece.. i kept on thinking that mine.. was so ugly compared to everyone. So much that in a moment time... i destroyed the whole entire canvas with paint. Thankfully, Rine and Dinie came. Dinie came on.. telling me to move on. Thank you both! I really appreciated it. And, there was Lisa.. came painting my whole entire leg. Soon, most of the art class came and paint on me. One more thing was that, i always rush home to watch tv. Can't help it. I'm addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing that is... I realllly need to thank&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Ian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He's the only one that is able to defy or stand up for YOU against a person whom nobody dares to defy her. thank you ar.. boyfriend. hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. I love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-114200670478127368?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/114200670478127368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=114200670478127368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114200670478127368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114200670478127368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/03/b-e-u-tiful-memories.html' title='b-e-a-u-tiful memories'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-114077893457618984</id><published>2006-02-24T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:02:14.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>Simply bored. As what les said, we're wasting our life away by rotting at home. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bored&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Pure Boredom. I don't know what to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to&lt;/strong&gt; go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to&lt;/strong&gt; lay my hands on those pretty items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to&lt;/strong&gt; have lottssa clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to&lt;/strong&gt; have a haircut. Probably a dye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to&lt;/strong&gt; eat laksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to&lt;/strong&gt; eat fat's mama cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to&lt;/strong&gt; go top of tha M eat buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to&lt;/strong&gt; ski.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to&lt;/strong&gt; travel around tha world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to&lt;/strong&gt; . . .                                                      &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lots of i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you guys should check out &lt;strong&gt;Pink&lt;/strong&gt;'s latest video, &lt;strong&gt;Stupid Girls&lt;/strong&gt;. It is a nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, the movie,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pink Panther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a great hilarious show. It's definely a awesome show to catch. Lovely show. Funny french man, pretty Beyonce and tha unbelievable &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG pink diamond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's a funny show. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Keep ya laughing all tha way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Watch it, don't miss it dudes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-114077893457618984?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/114077893457618984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=114077893457618984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114077893457618984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114077893457618984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/02/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-114027458308860101</id><published>2006-02-18T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:57:06.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop.</title><content type='html'>Humans. My god. Be it &lt;strong&gt;male&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;females&lt;/strong&gt;, they are so petty. But, .. okae.. there is a &lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;TO ALL tha &lt;strong&gt;males&lt;/strong&gt; out there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Y'all are &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; supposed to be petty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;TO &lt;strong&gt;females&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It is perfectly normal for y'all to do that. [Or else why are we grumbing every month for? &lt;strong&gt;We have ulmost all the reason to do that&lt;/strong&gt;. =P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;unfair&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Too bad&lt;/span&gt;. This tradition has been around evolving with humans since they were born. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;So, grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some updates about SP are that it is huge. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I like one of tha canteen there.&lt;/span&gt; The way the lights are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;lighted up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; BUT, the way the people are dressed up there is wayyy so different from people who are from NP or TP. I'm shocked when i see one from SP. I almost fainted. NP/TP's dress sense seems much better than SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sad when i saw this art piece. It hit me hard. There is a strong feeling of sadness emerging and circulating around me all of the sudden. It just refuses to leave.&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It felt like i am walking on a road which felt like mud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It won't affect me. I still sing in the bathroom. =) Shh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder&lt;/strong&gt; how is &lt;em&gt;band&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder&lt;/strong&gt; how are my dearest &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder&lt;/strong&gt; which &lt;em&gt;poly&lt;/em&gt; will i be going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder&lt;/strong&gt; how the&lt;em&gt; future&lt;/em&gt; will turn out to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder&lt;/strong&gt; how will &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt; turn out to be ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder&lt;/strong&gt; how will the future &lt;em&gt;fashion&lt;/em&gt; turn out to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder&lt;/strong&gt; will i get a &lt;em&gt;job&lt;/em&gt; after my graduation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder&lt;/strong&gt; how my&lt;em&gt; life&lt;/em&gt; would be by then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jobless now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It felt great but you will get sick of it eventually.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the same way when i started working. Also, i felt the same when i stop working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Isn't this life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-114027458308860101?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/114027458308860101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=114027458308860101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114027458308860101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114027458308860101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/02/stop.html' title='Stop.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-114009492737423895</id><published>2006-02-16T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T21:02:07.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In da house.</title><content type='html'>Hello. How's life? I've rotted throughout the whole day at home. I'm just to lazy to get my butt moving. hahahas, it's kinda expected , right? Anyway, i 've some discoveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, if you happen to reconile with a person whom you have a very &lt;strong&gt;deep&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;misunderstanding /quarrels/ whatever&lt;/em&gt; with years ago, either your friend and you will find it strange to be friends again[even when you guys appear to be friends ] and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;remain vague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with tha whole thing OR you guys will be even better friends than you guys were in the earlier time. Either &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;you'll love your other half more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or feel weird with each other around .This is applied to both friendship and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we all know that girls would be pleased to hear some sweet talking from guys. But, i heard that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guys would actually love to hear it from gals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too! I know it's kinda common sense. Well, i don't know how to explain the weirdness in this fact. It felt funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i am hopping towards to SP tml to look around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-114009492737423895?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/114009492737423895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=114009492737423895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114009492737423895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114009492737423895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-da-house.html' title='In da house.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-114001529313921281</id><published>2006-02-15T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:54:53.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLAP me.</title><content type='html'>Hey. Baby, i'm back. hahahahas. How're you guys doing? Man, i 'm so sorry for not-updating my blog as I felt incredibly lazy to do so. Nevertheless, i felt that i should update my blog or else i think you guys would get pretty pissed off seeing nothing but tha same old screen appearing every time you read my blog. I understand that feeling.  Anyway, O lvl results were out. Guess what?  I did badly. I felt like pulling my lungs out. Both my languages suck. It actually pulled my scores down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some examples of how terrible my English is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I speak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- It is more nicer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;instead of&lt;/span&gt;                                                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It is nicer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-I Did often do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;instead of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hmm. i don't know about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-This course got chemistry and mathematics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;instead of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Does this course requires chemistry and mathematics?&lt;/span&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;Isn't it hopeless? &lt;strong&gt;Don't reply me.&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; the answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Allright. Last night, i racked up my whole brain deciding on the courses which i'm taking in the respective polytechnics. People often would tell you," Just go with your interest. Don't think so much." , well.. it is not completely wrong. It's just that.. in this modern society, you cant simply go with your interest unless your father is a CEO of some company. It is just such a impossible task to be accomplished. That means, if i like arts, can i take up &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ART&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? com' mon...&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;strong&gt;DUH!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's A &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; fat &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  Why? No matter what, majority of the Singaporeans neither enjoy/love ARTS or understand them. WHY? Would you take a day off (which you could make 60 bucks a day) for a Art Cultural show showing in Esplanade which cost you 100 bucks? No ,right? We are too busy making money to prepare themselves for old age. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It is not a choice for US to choose either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, as my first choice, i have chosen.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ta-daa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Businness Infomation Technology-Singapore Polytechnic (S82)&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;Lots of reason why i chose that course. Mainly because it is something related to business. Location too. No need to go by bus. No bus-sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shall update tomorrow. I'm not working now. Plenty of time. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;sleep/&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;sleep/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;sleep.&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/7638953-114001529313921281?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/114001529313921281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=114001529313921281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114001529313921281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/114001529313921281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/02/slap-me.html' title='SLAP me.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-113636164200110617</id><published>2006-01-04T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T16:00:42.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaked up.</title><content type='html'>The reason why i'm f***ed up was because the company which i have been working under with did NOT provide any double pay or paid leave even if we worked during holidays. Is this fair? My god. I 've been standing there like a fool for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9 hours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a day, attending to every customer with a forced out smile sliding from one side of my face to the other due to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my stomach, introducing the same type of description of tha products repeatedly for several thousand times again and again. Okae.. maybe not a thousand times. Anyway, i've received news that even in Fish &amp; Co. , a few temporary employees like us have been denied to be paid too. It was simply outraging. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How can they take advantage of a student's trust or being a green horn in a working industry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I hope the Ministry of Manpower would do something about this... set up a student-working scheme or something. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just prevent this cheating events from happening again.&lt;/span&gt; Argh. Lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. I'm working as a promoter in East Coast there. Quite a fine place. Except for tha getting lost in the journey home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have came across a way to make ya slim. And, i find it very logical. I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; guarantee that it would work. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"IF you find the food tasty, spit it out; you'll never be fat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;in this way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;By a Celebrity fitness trainer in Hollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reliable source. Isn't it? ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last month, Fatt and i took a few pictures in tha train and town. But, i only have one. Just put it up so that tha blog wouldnt be so plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; hand: " alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/200/dar%26me.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahas. Life is still great actually. I learned to love my home even more. And of course, my TV .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS MY CLASSMATES HELL LOADS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;To ah saa wa li: I 've completed my 'sompa' despite tha facts that i would enjoy much more benefits when i don't. hahahaas. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-113636164200110617?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/113636164200110617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=113636164200110617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113636164200110617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113636164200110617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2006/01/freaked-up.html' title='Freaked up.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-113543283323757219</id><published>2005-12-24T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T22:00:33.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm fired.</title><content type='html'>"I 'm such a failure in life. I always thought that i am a person full of confidence. However, today 's event really hit me hard enough to bring me down. Till now then i realized, i am a person with not much confident , a simply rotten attitude, a lazy person, indecisive, pampered and everything. Why? Is my attitude to such a extent that leads to the ultimate dislike of one person? I couldn't stand it. Whenever i think that i AM such a person, i just cried. In my tears i see words that said how badly my attitude was. I didnt know that i will come to this very day. I always knew that working society is harsh. However, i did not know it was more than the word 'harsh'. It was merciless and cruel. It kills and destroys without a blink of a eye. If you are still that innocent nice person, you gotto change your thinking. Because No body is going to give a damm to you. You gotto go with tha society.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless. Rotten. Lazy. Indecisive. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the world. I love to view many types of people. I enjoy meeting different types of people. I love everyone. I love my family. I love my friends. I love nature. I love to understand things which i don't understand in tha past. I love travelling. I love money too. I love cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But i don love my attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas to the people who read my blog .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas to my darling friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks for everything. I love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enjoy. Feel happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because it 's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope i am able to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-113543283323757219?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/113543283323757219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=113543283323757219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113543283323757219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113543283323757219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-fired.html' title='I&apos;m fired.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-113366864438871474</id><published>2005-12-04T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T11:58:59.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye darlings.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am leaving today for thailand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-113366864438871474?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/113366864438871474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=113366864438871474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113366864438871474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113366864438871474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/12/bye-darlings.html' title='Bye darlings.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-113327759027309133</id><published>2005-11-29T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T23:19:50.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology helps or destroys?</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;-of-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when one of the most important things in my life gone bonkers. It is like... my life is distrupted. It limits what are the things i can do in a day. Still then, i realised how much i have relied on technology and how HEAVY the impact the breakthrough of 'technology' had on us, Human OR even the nature, The Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So, is the arrival of technology a good thing or a bad thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving for Bangkok in a few days time. By obliging to my family, i have to give up the contest. This was because the semi-finals date was during the time when i am in tha holiday. Futhermore, this contest not only concern about me. This contest also required another friend inorder to enter it. I felt extremely remoseful that she had to give up this contest &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; because of ME. Kinda heartbreaking . &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" God, may you help me to think of a way which will satisfies the both parties. Please. Help me. Hear me. Save me. And, thank you for listening to my pleads. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-113327759027309133?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/113327759027309133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=113327759027309133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113327759027309133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113327759027309133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/11/technology-helps-or-destroys.html' title='Technology helps or destroys?'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-113307387146838956</id><published>2005-11-27T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T14:44:31.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Lisa left yesterday for holiday. Kinda sad tha she's leaving so soon. Anyway, she is a funny person. Hahahas. Always making me laugh. But, she can be blunt at times too.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, in every human, there are their strong minus and plus points. Positive and negative attitudes. I mean, that's makes us human , rights? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In order to attain a stable configuration system&lt;/span&gt;, we must have both &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;protons(+)&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;electrons(-)&lt;/span&gt; in us so that we would be balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion, if you dislike tha person for their &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt; points, think about their &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; points. Maybe it will get ya over with the dislike feeling. Moreover, with that kinda thinking, you can have more FRIENDS instead of foes too. Hence, with that, we could feel much more happier with our life too. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Isn't that what life is for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Think about it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw people with different kinda attitudes towards same kinda things. Firstly, this person [ I saw in town] , she could comment at her friends so harshly.. without even thinking twice about things she said that would hurt the other party. But, when in public, in shops, or wherever, she can be so polite to the shop owners and would reprimanded you if you did not do the same.&lt;br /&gt;You see, in terms of this, she would comment on you if you are too rude to the shop keepers . BUT, has she ever thought of how rude she is towards her friends?&lt;br /&gt;Another person who is totally opposite of the above person's character, she would view things at another perspective totally opposite of the above's. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This world is full of different kinda people , right?&lt;/span&gt; Guess so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I see that this Country 1, is getting too overboard in handling matters concerning their country. Country 1 sue people if they comment negatively on the way Country 1 handle the country.Firstly, I get so fed up when whenever I read other's blog, they would want to comment something about their country , but afraid to do so because they are afraid that the people would sue them for slander[I admit, I was one of them too.]. C'mon, can't we write about what we feel about their own countries? Is it because that this Country 1 are afraid that these people with their own thinking might go against them one day or threaten their power? Do you think this is right? Instead of suing bloggers on what they comment, they should read through the comment and think thoroughly on what they have done wrong and improve on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-NOT REFERRING TO ANY COUNTRIES- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am just revising on my social studies subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ridiculous right? If ya know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, yesterday is my Dad's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/26thnov%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Handmade Photoframe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hahahas. i don't know what else to give. Don't have anymore ideas. So i made him this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Em lots.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/7638953-113307387146838956?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/113307387146838956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=113307387146838956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113307387146838956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113307387146838956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/11/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-113284225771463615</id><published>2005-11-24T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:28:30.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goblet of fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Holla!&lt;/span&gt; how're you guys doing? I forgot to update y'all about the movie of Harry Potter and the goblet of fire. Well, hmm, &lt;strong&gt;to people who did not read J.K Rowling 's Harry Potter series&lt;/strong&gt;, they might think that the movie was fanastic, great or exciting &lt;em&gt;or whatsoever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;But, however &lt;strong&gt;to those who read&lt;/strong&gt;, they might think that this movie was totally dissapointing because the movie focused mainly on various areas that are not so neccessary and those areas which need to be played, the movie did not show. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The whole movie was just so laconic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Even some tiny weeny important details in the book , they changed it all.It was like .. so... 'hey , that is supposed to be that .. not this'? THESE tiny bits of details are tha one that link the whole movie together . Without them, the whole movie feels so &lt;strong&gt;incomplete&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Draco Malfoy [Tom Felton]was still so as&lt;em&gt; incredibly &lt;/em&gt;handsome as ever and Cedric diggory [Robert Pattison] was TRULY a HUNK. Awww... so handsome. &lt;em&gt;Aww...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, some celebrity news that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey&lt;/span&gt; , known as tha Newlyweds, they are officially&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; OVER&lt;/span&gt;. I know, this kinda news... it's no longer suprising to us as this kinda matters are always happening among Hollywood couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, i found this picture in my computer while i was ransacking tha files. Gotto put them up. =) *smile radiantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/aRt%20bestIEs.jpg" width="352" border="0" /&gt;Can you spot me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually we are in Pizza Hut after completing that art project assigned to us. We had to paint those walls. Those HUGE walls. During those days, it was sure happy. There were some disputes here and that but that makes our bonds stronger right? Now, i realised.. pictures are important to our life. It makes us think back what had really happen at that point of time. It brings smile.. you know.. all kinda emotions into us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Take more pictures then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Next... hmm.. i think i will continue tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sleepy. &lt;em&gt;Yawn.&lt;/em&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/7638953-113284225771463615?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/113284225771463615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=113284225771463615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113284225771463615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113284225771463615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/11/goblet-of-fire.html' title='Goblet of fire.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-113274145672618344</id><published>2005-11-23T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T18:24:16.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary day.</title><content type='html'>The day which all my close buddies hoped for. It is so finally here. O's had ended. Very soon, a new life routine would start all over again in our life. Is this life? What is life? Is life full of life? Or what? Beats me too. Here i am, seating in my bed room, facing tha computer , feeling freaking bored. yeah. freaking bored. It is like,' whatever!'. &lt;br /&gt;Yet, i don't know how i did for my exams. I know it is over. No need to look back. Just look forward. You know... those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I went fat's house yestersday with lisa to get her hair done. Meanwhile, fat and i watched white chicks. It was defintely so hilarious. &lt;em&gt;I was like laughing all tha way. &lt;/em&gt;I was so guilty that i did not keep my promise to Ian and tha rest. Sorry dudes!. Both sides are important to me. THIS was all due to ME-cant make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;'DON'T be like me. Please. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;My attitude sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-113274145672618344?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/113274145672618344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=113274145672618344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113274145672618344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113274145672618344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/11/ordinary-day.html' title='Ordinary day.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-113241364689141196</id><published>2005-11-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T17:26:18.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T ever try to be me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'They know my name. But they don't know anything about me.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Quoted from a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That was so true man. I love that song but somehow forgot tha title. It seems to appear in my mind suddenly. I have given my mother her birthday present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess what i give her?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Days%20lovely%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/400/Days%20lovely%20009.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt;Handmade jellies with 'happy birthday' engraved in it. And hearts together with it. Hope she like it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is actually another picture of another plate of jellies. With more hearts of course.&lt;br /&gt;But, i 'm too lazy to load again. It took a pretty long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we took some family photos.&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Days%20lovely%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/200/Days%20lovely%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. I have no ideas why they are not smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My dad says he wanted to look serious. I think he look fierce. As always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, love them lottsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next, tell ya some events i encounter when i was on the way to fat's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was in tha lift on the way up to her house where there is a serious looking mother with her 2 young male kids[around 4 years old]. And togther with a broom lying at a corner in tha lift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Their converstion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kids: Mummy, mummy, what is that lying at the corner of the lift? [refering to tha broom]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To my surprise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Their mum: Ohh, that thing. It is the thing Harry Potter used it to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kids: Mummy , don bluff. That thing is for sweeping floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mum: No lah. Mummy won't bluff you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;One of the kids to the other: Mummy is bluffing us. It is for sweeping floor .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mum: You don't believe mummy ? If it is not the thing that Harry Potter used to fly, then how Harry Potter fly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, the lift stopped at their level and they walked off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My insides were bursting into laughters. Oh my oh my. It is so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-113241364689141196?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/113241364689141196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=113241364689141196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113241364689141196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113241364689141196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/11/dont-ever-try-to-be-me.html' title='DON&apos;T ever try to be me.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-113232303543546928</id><published>2005-11-18T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T22:10:35.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALA</title><content type='html'>Hi guys! nice to meet ya again. sorry. i am lazy like shit. sorry saa. hahahas. Anyway..living to 16 years of my life, i have seen people out there in tha world; some feeling dejected, some feeling happy, some feeling sad and pessimistic and yet , there is some who look forward to the future with much hope and confidence. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Which part are you in?&lt;/span&gt;  well,It is up to you. It is your life.  We have the choice to feel what we want. It is &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; who decide what your emotion is. Conquer it man... IT is your own mind, body and soul. IF you want to let your bloody emotion destroy your life.. den that is it. IT is your choice. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;YOUR life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choose WISELY darlings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! if you do, i will love you even more![cause it is never easy to conquer our own feelings.] = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about others. I have not think of anything to buy for my mum. It is such a difficult decision to make. Time is running out too.  Exams gonna be over soon. I am going to miss my classmate man.  MISS them utterly much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;miss them&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;miss them&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;miss them&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;miss them&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next.. i have to renew my blogskin. It is boring~.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyone have some suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me with tha blog?&lt;br /&gt; [ &lt;em&gt;hmm.. saa( my sexy lady).. you seems to be a most suitable candiate for this. =)   ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;GTG to watch my beloved tv. off to go. adiyosa melatoe.&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/7638953-113232303543546928?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/113232303543546928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=113232303543546928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113232303543546928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113232303543546928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/11/lala.html' title='LALA'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-113059578425200186</id><published>2005-10-29T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:23:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Yo yo. Back. So for not updating. i m so ****ing lazy. Sorry to all. especially saA.&lt;br /&gt;Months, weeks , days flew so easy. They fly like nobody's business. Ya. It is no one's businness. 1 more month. I can sleep whenever i want. I can shop when ever i want. I can do whatever thing i want. Graduation day also flew with it. Not much. Didnt really make me shed a tear. But .., first time as a audience, i watched the band played the song , along side by side with their instrument, it make me flew. They was great. The song was great. saa and me drew on a card holder our classmate name on it. It was kinda simple but it was swweet!. babe came out with some fishes. Mrs choo give us all cards with her msg on it. It  was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss my classmate so so much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I miss my daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I miss my sexy lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I miss my boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I miss my babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I miss my sexy lady' boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I miss EVERYONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I miss the days when we struggled for art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was a sweet memory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There were laughters everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy. But anxiety was all in us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I miss the times in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I miss when i was crapping in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Get me over with this feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;making&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;DUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&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/7638953-113059578425200186?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/113059578425200186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=113059578425200186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113059578425200186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/113059578425200186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/10/back_29.html' title='Back'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-112981990184556786</id><published>2005-10-20T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T22:54:32.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Admirable.</title><content type='html'>Things are getting warm up pretty soon. Soon, the big ' O' would arrived and soon be over. This year passes fast ,however, not exactly SMOOTH. The country that suffered the most , I guess , is Indonesia. However, the admirable thing about this country is that they still climb up slowly instead of letting go. The man behind all this, is their president. He deserved to be praised. I take my hat off him. Imagine, all of the sudden, a series of unfortunate events happened in his country susequently. Firstly, again and again terriosm bombing followed by fuel hike, bird flu. JI.. etc. MANY. It is not a kinda of problem we could solve overnight. Imagine the impact of all these events to his country. HUGELY negative. Morever , a very heavy one. Their tertiary industries, especially those who required services would be a big hit. People tend to shun away from Indonesia as it is a targeted terrorist site. Bird flu hit the country. Many lives lost. An urgent need of doctors, nurses and medicines. In face of this, many would give up and walked away and let the country ROT. But the thing is the president did not give up , instead he introduced more suggestions to improve the country. With that, he gained respect from countries all over the world for coping with the present situation. He deserved that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right. Enuf of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished ART. Phew, it was like a weight off me. Finally gone. I am gonna flunk my practical man. My physics section. IT is horribly done. As,&lt;br /&gt;the QN state: write your ans in 0.01secs accuracy.&lt;br /&gt;The stopwatch shown-&gt; 0:03.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it is like that-&gt;o.o3 secs. [BUT there is not such thing as 0.03 sec. It didnt occured ME at that point of time]&lt;br /&gt;Actually the stopwatch meant-&gt; 0 hr, 0 min, 3 sec.&lt;br /&gt;I should leave my answer-&gt;3 sec.&lt;br /&gt;See, how foolish i was.&lt;br /&gt;ALAMAK man. [imagine 1/2 of the entire paper mark is gone. Just like tht.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my dearest god!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SAVE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&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/7638953-112981990184556786?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/112981990184556786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=112981990184556786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112981990184556786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112981990184556786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/10/admirable.html' title='Admirable.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-112833334850426507</id><published>2005-10-03T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T17:22:57.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>Argh. Shut that off man. Today, what a day! IT was just a terrible and everything-goes-wrong day. A day of day that i would never ever want it. again. It starts off with yesterday- Stayed at home so happily. Watching TV from 5-12 plus. Long uh? Geez, anyway, it slipped off my mind that i have to hand in my canvas on MONDAY! which is today. I started rushing like one mad lady . But then again, i slackened by having some breaks here and there. I painted real slow. No progress at all. Finally, i have given in to my bed which is soo tempting. At that time, it was going between 1am or 2. [cant really rememeber]. Lie down on my bed and drifting off to sleep when i know that my art is not EVEN completed . So i set the alarm -3.30am. But, it never rang. Strange uh? Its okae. By the time i realise it was time to wake up , it was 630.SO awfully late. And everything is in a great mess. I have not pack my bag. my art stuff. my uniform. EVERYTHING. Went in the toilet, found out that the Heater wasnt working. I've experienced tht icecy water running and landing on my skin. It was freaking COLD. Rushing here and there. Leaving home for school when halfway i remember that i forgotten to bring my art stuff. ITs okae. FINE. i rushed off. When i reached school. Fat came to ask me what happen to the back of my uniform. TO my horror, i took the wrong set of uniform- it is the uniform which i overheated it with iron while watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson learnt: Don't do anything else other than ironing when you are ironing your clothes or it would ended up WRONG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man! Sign. Simply embarassing.Imagine having a black burned hole at the back of the shirt visible to anyone's view and critics, how would you feel? My hair was in a totally mess. I slept in Chinese lesson [as usual] and always MR Ang would knock on my table .. asking me to wake up. It was simply a little irritating when u are disturbed by your sleep. When in art lesson, i was reprimanded so seversly that i would knock my self up. It was like so demoralising. Many ppl witnessed that scolding from Ms Ang. After that, i slackened off the whole lesson doing nothing but talking. I forgotten to bring the acrylic paints for saa. sorry ya. It was just so messed up in tha morning. Got scolded again and again and again. FINE. It's okae. Next, my Prelims is horribly done. Results was heart brokening. Poor.Weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home after school. DON't wish to have another series of unfortunate events. But, upon reaching home, i quarrelled with my Dad. And, got reprimanded again.i'm sorry. I know i 'm in the wrong. Heater wasnt working. Everything was in a bad shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;BAD.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;WORSE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;WORST.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to y'all if i 've irritated you in any way.Or my forgetfulness' ve make y'all felt so pissed off. it wasnt intentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next,terrorist is striking again with a recent bombing in BALI. again. what exactly will the terrorist benefit from this? More bloodshed? with unnecessary sacrifice? It wasnt fair. I &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;condemned&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;these behaviours[terrorist].Now, indonsia's gpd would really fell hard on the ground. WIth their economic going way down due to the recent terrorist attack, obviously lesser ppl would prefer to go to indonsia for a investment or holiday since the secrurity there is real bad. This would be a big blow towards the tourism industry and of course, the country's economic. My deepest condolences goes out to the people affected. I beg the terrorists to realise soon what they are doing now is way too wrong. Please realise that ... don't go wrong anymore. it must be stop.&lt;br /&gt;FInished reading Harry Potter and the half blood prince. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was sad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-112833334850426507?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/112833334850426507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=112833334850426507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112833334850426507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112833334850426507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-112636652196081225</id><published>2005-09-10T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T17:20:37.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lala~.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hello. How are you guys doing? Today, follow saA and friends to play pool.. Nice game. The balls on the table keep on jumping up and down when i'm playing it. 'wat a player'. anyway, it is a nice game even though we took a really really long time to end our game. I get to know sAa 's friends, they're really funny. One of them actually knew that we are pretty bored by looking at our face. Observant. yAp.. Den we proceed to Plaza Singapura.. den to town. Went Heeren, felt extreme guilty when i came out of the place. It is to the extreme. &gt;Thanks anyway! &lt; .. Met my parent on the way .. Den back home. It is a funny day.Guilty day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my slippers broke off when i m in JE. Trust me, it was totally EMBARASSING. I was practically dragging my feet with the slippers on across the junction.Thanks so much for sAa not leaving me but stil walking with me. =) At the end of the traffic junction, i m so giving up.. i thrown away my slippers.. and walked bare-footed. I know.. there are many many pairs of eyes.. tht's why it is so embarassing. Bought a pair of slippers.. and went to JE library. But, in the end, i end up doing nothing much.. but my nose running away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world, everyday 's life is merely a routine. It is like we are instructed to live our life this way. Not the way we want. It is not that anyone is forcing us. But, is that today's society is forcing us. No choice. No air. Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-112636652196081225?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/112636652196081225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=112636652196081225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112636652196081225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112636652196081225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/09/lala_10.html' title='Lala~.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-112619115784993800</id><published>2005-09-08T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T17:23:41.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Almost . Hi guys!. I'm so envious of the pictures of Australia when I glanced at them just now. In the photo album. I really miss those days. But, when I m in that country, I didn't realize how fortunate I m to be IN Australia. Ass me. I practically wanted to stay in the hotel for the whole stay in Australia. Why didn't I wanted to roam around the streets at that time? Why do I regret now and mourn for what I didn't do in the past? WHY? Regret isn't a 'thing' favored by everyone in this very earth. In simple terms, &lt;em&gt;this word sucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[I apologies for the rude behavior. It wasn't intentional.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just make best out of your future. Don't mess it. Don't feel the 'thing' that sucks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do the do's and don't the don't's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I flipped through the pages of the photos. There goes, the poorer sight of this earth. Even though the technology there is so so much lower than Singapore, the electricity there isn't working very well, the water there isn't as clean as Singapore, the pace where the Country is going at is so so much slower than Singapore, the people there seems so contented. Their smiles on their faces compared with the smiles in faces of people living in a very economical, their smiles is just so pure happiness. Admit it, the smiles in HERE, Singapore.. Is only when people is having money and more money. But there, they smiled because.. Simply.. They ARE happy. Isn't that what we , all Humans should pursue? But.. We are just born in this materialistic side of this world, we are just growing with it each day, we seems to lost track of what is really happiness. I admit it. I 'm only happy when I 've money with me. Depressed when I have a few bucks left. Pathetic uh? ya. i think so too. See, what the environment had turn us into. Argh.Money makes the World goes round or is it Money makes the world goes WRONG? i really don know. Do you know? Or rather do you have another perspective of this ? Or agree with the above? Leave your comments yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[p.s &lt;/span&gt;i 'm in search for wisdom. =P] hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-112619115784993800?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/112619115784993800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=112619115784993800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112619115784993800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112619115784993800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/09/get-out.html' title='Get out.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-112585300633834379</id><published>2005-09-04T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T00:56:47.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Katrina</title><content type='html'>The world. Where is the earth heading to? Many people bears the thinking that the earth is near to its destruction. Is it true? Do you agree with that? hmm. if it is true, have we done enough in this earth till we leave this very land? Do we have anything left to do? Do we bear to leave this land? Our loved ones. Smiling faces of our friends. Their laughters. Everything. Do we bear to leave them all behind ? &lt;em&gt;guess not.&lt;/em&gt; This thought really disillusioned me from all those lovely fractionated images that i have imagined for the future. If the 'thing' about earth is not true, this motherly earth is really injured badly. United States suffers terribly in terms economically, socially and physically. In all aspects, the recent disaster, Hurricane Katrina really HIT them upside down. Countless of number of people had died during this unfortunate disaster. People who were left had lost their homes. Buildings were destroyed and the cities which were once admired by everyone was badly shaped and become uglier in sight. This tragedy had , indeed, hit everyone hard right to the heart , especially to the Americans. My sorrows and sympathy goes out to you. I've seen pictures of this disaster and it was like tearing the earth apart. Chaos everywhere. Grieves and cries were constantly everywhere. &lt;em&gt;How could this not affect anyone who comes to know about this?&lt;/em&gt; Next, throughout Europe, half of the whole continent's experience extreme HOT temperatures. Heat was flooding throughout the country. Volcanoes erupted. And, again, lives were lost. Mind you, is many LIVES. Not one life. But, with half of Europe experiencing HOT temperature, the other half of Europe coincidentally experiencing extreme WET weather. Frequent rainfalls lead to huge floods which resulted to the whole area to be like a water tank. Imagine your daily life be filled with YOU walking around , doing things that you life WITH water up to your knee length. Imagine how many life is distrupted? How do the vehicles move? After the whole thing, a costly repair needs to be done to the city. The economy will suffer a great blow . Not only to the Europeans, to us. TO everyone.  Is this the destruction of the earth ? Or is it the God punishment for us of the selfish behaviour of ours? Or is it Us , Humans destroying one another? What is it exactly?... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-112585300633834379?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/112585300633834379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=112585300633834379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112585300633834379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112585300633834379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/09/hurricane-katrina.html' title='Hurricane Katrina'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-112554638948174442</id><published>2005-09-01T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T11:46:29.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lazy.Argh. It is the main destruction factor awaiting in my charactor. Immerging into me. Making me going lazier and lazier each day. It wants me to be it-lazy! How to dimish it away from me? Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whenever i step in or out of my house, i always notice this huge brown leather shoes sitting on the floor. As i slip my feet into the shoes, it felt like it holds great responsibilties. I tried to walk around with it. It seems hard. My feet is so small compared to my Dad's. It is not easy being him, handling everything in the house, holding the family together, being the pillar of us. A pillar which are made out of metal in the outside but i know it is wood in the inside. Guilty of agruing with him all day long .&lt;strong&gt;Sorry Dad&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday I &amp; E programme was wonderful. Except for asking people , persuading people to buy our products. Once the teachers announced that the I &amp;amp; E carnival are officially opened. People started flooding in. Everyone was dispersing into all stores. I got so worried when i see our store 'tha store' had no single soul.Then, sAa got up and shouted to promote our product and soon, others, too do the same thing. i went out to drag people to tha store. But it was pretty disencouraging when the customers just turn away or drag their friends away. before that, there was some people from other stores came and sample our gingerbread boy cookies. Of course, we receive critics. They said that our cookies aint good. It tasted burn. I began worried that our cookies isnt going to sell out. Dissapearing into that comment, soon, i saw people coming to our shop. Phew, they ordered the gingerbread. Lemonade was the best selling item of our store. But i gotto tell you, that the lemonade is not sweet but it is thirst-quenching. We, again , beneffited from the hot sun and the intense heat that it provide for us. Thanks! People asking more and more lemonade. Soon, Lemonade was officially sold out!(i thought that no one would buy the product because it is sour.phew! they did buy because it is sour.) Nice sweat. Anyway.. soon.. the gingerbread was sold out too. yay! The only things that is not sold out is the beads and marshy mallows. I don't know if we would make a profit or not cause only if the beads is sold out , by then, den we could make profit. If it does not, we would incur huge losses or stay the same. As for the marshy mallows.. i think it was due to many people is selling it. Ours seems to lose out to the compeition. i think &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the ever greatest thing to see when you are doing businness is that all your item is sold out at the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Businness isnt an easy thing to do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-112554638948174442?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/112554638948174442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=112554638948174442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112554638948174442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112554638948174442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/09/lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-112401271750895740</id><published>2005-08-14T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T17:45:17.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coOl.</title><content type='html'>yesterday.. hmm. great fun. it was tiresome but awesome. simply just wonderful!  we started the day with a wrong stop at the mrt as we alight at raffles place instead of outram as we are heading for chinatown for diniE's art frame. We got caught off attention entirely due to our mp3s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lesson learnt: never listen to your discman or any listening materials when boarding the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next, off to chinatown.We reached our destination around at 3 in the afternoon. We were wondering down the streets which paraded off many different kinds of things like.. bangles(not the chinese type, is the what NOw is usually wearing).. some clothes.. . &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i'm so glad they don't sell ancient china-ish things.except for some shops.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went for the indian shop that is found in chinatown for the frames den walked on further and settled down at a cafe nearby. the only thing that is cheap there was the mango pudding that was sprayed with chocolates. We tried it and the taste was okae. then we went on further down and found some pretty things like t-shirts. there were many kinds of variety.. they even sell MICKEy tee. Can you believe it? chinatown duh! then we walked on to enter a famous bread shop that sold delicious toasts. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[ya kun toast].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nice. sAa ordered soft boiled eggs . dinnie ordered homemade barley. And all of us ordered slices of bread. Clearly, saA enjoyed herself with the eggs.. hEeex. After which, we ordereD ice teh tarik except for sAa who  ordered Lime juice. W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e walked on and on to our destination, Arab streets.  we got lost pretty soon . BUt figured out the way after that which dinie put on an imaginary camera filmming our journey. Our logo which was founded by sAa was 'ka pUi'. gEez. so funny. then we reached esplanade with much hussle and saA rushed to the toilet. They both were bloated with water in them due to the drinks they had earlier. We stood at the railings of the outskirt of the sea and feel the singapore wind. Nice. refreshing. then we walked on to find the arab streets which is filled with more sweats and complaints which during the journey.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;sAa becomes our tai tai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;we are actually her slaves.&lt;/span&gt;oH my. [due to the exchange of our bags] it was fun. really fun. we sighted a building.. which was suntec and went roaming inside the shops.. found many nice stuff which NOT knowing how fast time flies.or zoom. we hurried to find the street. finally... somewhere familiar. which was actually bugis strreet. hurried again. dinie feel something familiar too. that was the destination wwe aim for.-arab street. on the way, fat called in and actually asked me to wait for her at cineleisure to watch the maid at 530pm. without much thoughts, i agree. So tired. By the time we reached the colourful rows of stalls.. it is like 6 plus. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[oh goD, fat is going to kill mE!!!]&lt;/span&gt;  We got away with some cloths from a arabian man for sAa for her O s. He was so much better than the chinese man who refuses to part with his clothes. arGh. wat a disgrace to the chinese!. And on the way to bugis back. Fat called. dinie answered. MUch discussion, called her to meet us back at bugis. SO so sorry fat.  My greatest apologies. Den we sighted her from far. She was so so pretty. She was angry for a while,, i guessed.. dEn was ok after that. I kept on apologing to her that when we went in the shop .. i knocked over a surf board. SO so embarassing.  We took the neoprints den passed over to bugis villiage . And loTs and lots of nice stuff too. We done some nail-thingy to our nails with the try-outs and the sales girl was like looking at us with the thoughts -&gt; what is these kids trying to do.hello? it is try outs!.   We walked off fast with some handwritten liquid squeezed onto our nails. Everyone of us. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;COol&lt;/span&gt;.  we didnt managed to catch the movie. nvm. next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; gotto go to sleep. so sleepy. laze around. as always..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-112401271750895740?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/112401271750895740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=112401271750895740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112401271750895740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112401271750895740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/08/cool.html' title='coOl.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-112383843724609646</id><published>2005-08-12T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T17:20:37.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Me%20aNd%20sAa%20[3].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/Me%20aNd%20sAa%20%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/Me%20aNd%20sAa%20[3].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;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; sun.sAa.&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;hi guys. today is the outbreak of the terrifying chinese o lvl results. it wasnt exactly terrifying if you scored well. It was exactly entirely heart breaking when you didnt. fat scored an distinction .well donE baby! sAa scored an super distinction. LOvely!i kinda expected my results to be like that.C6. i was aint good in my chinese. i just simply hate chinese to the core. it marked the one of the deadliest boredem in my mind. it was simply so so boring. i sort of shed a few tears and get over it. it is kind of a wake up call. yes it is. it really hit me hard. my chem teacher came encoraging us to try harder again, it is only for 2 more months. COME on.. 2 more months.ya. it is 2 more months. i think i should retake the exams. it is only this 2 more month. ya... TWO. after that, i could roam around tha streets. this thought really pulled me up. it is only for this 2 more month.. don let me be lazy please.please. guide me along. argh. save me from this horrible attitude of mine.  it is simply horrendous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;National day had just passed. i went to esplanade to view the fireworks. it was just so beautiful. it is like.. it made your eyes go 'WOW' and your heart stopped pumping for that moment in order to capture the whole picture. Simply a eye-catching sight. simply wonderful. simply a rare beauty. simpply just chemicals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-112383843724609646?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/112383843724609646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=112383843724609646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112383843724609646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112383843724609646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/08/sun.html' title=''/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-112221510505125596</id><published>2005-07-24T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T22:25:05.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shAdes.</title><content type='html'>Lo hAa. how are you guys lately?my greatest apology for not updating the blog. it is simply pure laziness.arGh! as alwayS~ sorry. anyway.. lets talk about yesterday.it was totally fun.full of laughters. wif saa.yesterday was so a &lt;em&gt;donationsss-almost can be found everywhere-day! &lt;/em&gt;saa and i were walking down the streets from plaza sing to heeren. and there was these bunch of people(all along the way) + occupying the whole stretch of the road.CAn u imaging how many there is.? is like everywhere we turn , there is like " hMm. can you make a donation?' i am like tagging saa to escape from them.BUT! it seems to have no end. NO sign of exits. Fine. i surrendered. gave them 2 bucks.stil have more coming up.[how do you want everyone to donate when that recent NKF news had breakout?&gt;] at last, safe signs of peace were floating in the air. THere was 1 particular moment, this student asked 'are you guys tourist?'.gEez. do we look like one?   hEex. we stared at each other and giggled for the next moment we heard that line. WE walked and walk and walllkedd. then saa was finding a money changer so i bring her there to a shooping mall.I think that man conned her.Damm him. so sorry saa! den we went to heeren and i bought a pair of shades.den we were like poking our selves in the shops in heeren.everything looked lovely but notthing that i like very very much.We proceed to eatting place next to youth park.ANd there is a wonderful dance performance. I really admired them dancing so well. they almost can capture any steps that they saw almost immediately. Isnt that so so very cool?!! den we proceed to cineleisure.and took neoprintss. saa was soo pretty!.she looked so lovely!. i really got to admit that.really. hmm. den we went on down to wisma.den to far east.den to wisma.den to heeren. bought 3 things altogether.everything less than 50 buCKs. cool. lOOves singapore great sale. i think i want to go bugis someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today. once i woke up. all i noe is my bro betrayed me. how could you!. nvm. den everyone started scolding me. here and there. there and here.everywhere. fine. i tried so so much to change for the better. but you guys did not show so much support in it. fiine then. now, i don find any reasons why i must try so much to make u guys happy.?  i am going to live my life. i  kept quiet the whole day when my father and mother is scolding me. dEn at last, i break off to tuition. sign of happiness. i went to a house warming. the food was sooo deliciouss. very nice. faint. i am so so hungry now.  *hungry.*hungry.*hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-112221510505125596?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/112221510505125596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=112221510505125596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112221510505125596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112221510505125596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/07/shades.html' title='shAdes.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-112117322979432939</id><published>2005-07-12T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T21:00:29.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[woRd]-lEss.</title><content type='html'>hI guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amarlo. Sperare per lui. L'ha detto. No rispondere da lui. ciò che sono andando fare con lui. lo dimentica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adórelo. Espérelo. Dijolo. No responda de él. lo que es yendo a hacer con él. lo se olvida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'aimer. Espérer pour lui. L'a dit. Ne non répondre de lui. quel suis j'allant faire avec lui. l'oublie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lieben Sie ihn. Hoffen Sie für ihn. Hat ihn erzählt. Antworten Sie nein von ihm. was ist ich gehend, mit ihm zu machen,. vergesst ihn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houd van hem. Hoop op hem. Vertelde hem. Geen antwoordt van hem. wat is ik gaand met hem te doen. vergeet hem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ame-o. Espere-o. Contou-o. Não responda dele. o que sou indo fazer com o. esquece-se o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsk ham. Håp for ham. Fortalt ham. Ingen responderer fra ham. hva er jeg dra gjøre med ham. glemmer ham.&lt;br /&gt;Was auch immer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This. Every line. Even though all means the same to me. but is all translated differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik hou van hem. ik doe echt. toen ik hem zag, draait zichzelf weg van mij in de cantine. u zou niet kunnen voorstellen u hoe ik verbrijzelde, ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KÜHLEN Sie ab. ich kann ohne ihn überleben. es ist wirklich schwierig nicht erhaltend Ihres zerquetscht, Sie zu bemerken. Und, es sogar mehr verletzt, wenn sie wissen, noch geben sie keine Erwiderung nach ihm.&lt;br /&gt;i standby my principle, will not be affected by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo Yi giugno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-112117322979432939?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/112117322979432939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=112117322979432939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112117322979432939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112117322979432939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/07/word-less.html' title='[woRd]-lEss.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-112066263429206234</id><published>2005-07-06T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:10:34.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cUTe.hanDsome.real .goRgeoUs.</title><content type='html'>hI. i m flying.floating.hEex.. today is the australia music exchange programme where the aussies come to our school and play theiR instrument. their music was good. very good. especially the drummer. sooo gorgeous. you observe the way he played the drums, whoOSh! totally so natural.so cool.so everything. He has that flow .THat drummming flow. the way he hold the drumsticks, and twirled it around his fingers and hit it against the snare, you can feel it man. He has tht particullar flow that you cant find anyhow , in anywhere. hEex.. his hair, was the most of the most eye- catching one. His features was perfectt. In total, He is just so handsome. and cute. really.He is 16 yR old this year. COuld you believe that? hE looked like he is 18 or 19 yR old. siMply like an adult. NOt only him, others too. All loOked so adult,even though we are all around the same age.IT made me feel like i m a small kid when standing beside them.Oh man~.Isnt it so unfair that asians are small in size compared to the westerners.? arGh~. Then during the break time, a girl called pertia or something... she was so friendly.. so sociallable. and had another hunk from percussion section as her bF. PErfect match. Den she called the drummer over to our table. His name is Jesse. annd.most of all, he is attached.-continue tml.tired.sleepy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-112066263429206234?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/112066263429206234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=112066263429206234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112066263429206234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112066263429206234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/07/cutehandsomereal-gorgeous.html' title='cUTe.hanDsome.real .goRgeoUs.'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-112056631654178190</id><published>2005-07-05T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T20:25:16.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miSs them all  sOo mUch~</title><content type='html'>hi. just came back from school after waiting for fat. after which, in between it, i thought a lot of the past when the seniors is stil in the school. oH man! i think i miss zhi ping. now dEn i noe why she is so fierce to me. thank you sis! i finally understand why.. i learnt. thanks to her and also her harsh scoldings-her scoldings is really very terrible.really.very extremely horrible.not normal people can take it. i have witnessed the monster in her. whoosh, scary ! well, miss her so much. and also her scoldings. New physics teacher came, and i think, she sucks. She was just so stuck up. maybe she is not that bad.maybe is just that with ms sng gone so suddenly, it is very difficult to recover from the shock that the fact that she is gone. U seE? only when a person is not beside you, then you will learn to value and appreciate her/his good point. sleepy~.drowning off to sleep.sleep.sleep.sleep and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLeEeeeep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-112056631654178190?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/112056631654178190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=112056631654178190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112056631654178190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112056631654178190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/07/miss-them-all-soo-much.html' title='miSs them all  sOo mUch~'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-112049117587334247</id><published>2005-07-04T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T23:32:55.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hOW to deal?</title><content type='html'>yoz. back.hEex.. i m stil as lazy as ever. stil have loads of maths homework to complete. but, i didnt even touch it. SImply just lazy. Sickening man. i hate being lazy. get work overdued. what a disastor to have this deadly spell be cast on me. anyway, going to sleep soon  after this. how to deal with laziness?uh? argH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-112049117587334247?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/112049117587334247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=112049117587334247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112049117587334247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112049117587334247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-to-deal.html' title='hOW to deal?'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-112040227799346281</id><published>2005-07-03T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T22:51:18.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tilt ya heaD baCk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; carry the legs.show da hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fat.sun.rene.rin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what happens when there is an emergency? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scream and run to the walls! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sun.fat.rene.rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;slackers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;rin.rene.sun.fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/4E2_photo_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/4E2_photo_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My very very beloved class.4 E 2'o5. Loves them lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1082/480/320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;statues of the liberation of water bottles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;rin.rene.fat.sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Allright. Enough of pictures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;here it goes~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hi gUys~. it is so so aWwfuLly long since i blog here. My greatest apologies for that. Mainly due to my incontrollable laziness. How i wish i am not lazy. aRgh. i will stop being lazy. i wil stop be lazy . i will stop being lazy . i will stop being lazy. i wil stop being lazy. i will stop being lazy. i will stop be lazy.. i will stop being lazy.. i will stop being lazy.. i will stop being lazy.. i will stoppp being lazy.. i will stop being lazy. ALl right, i just hate being lazy. BUt sometimes, it just cant be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. goT a real life story to share: i have a aunt who had a friend who worked as a chef in a 5 star restaurant where this restaurant had this extremely fussy customer .. so fussy that even if the arrangment of the tiniest segment of food is not properly placed, she would grumble and complain about it, and worst of all, demand an another plate of it. Obviously, the cooks, waiters, and even people around her would feel irritated and frustrateD. One day, as usual, she grumble and demand another plate of it, sO, this particular chef recook it, buT, his friends, which are oso chef as well, add an additional ingredient to it.-they spat in the dish.&lt;em&gt;yUCks~.&lt;/em&gt; And served it to that picky customer .THat customer stil eat it as usual, show no signs of any unpleasaness in the food. &lt;em&gt;eEeeks~. disgusting.PuKe! &lt;/em&gt;can u imaging that kinda of scenerio.? gEez. nEver oFfend people who provide their services to you cause' you will never noe what they do to ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dont you agree that humans are the most cruelsome creatures on this very earth?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, half of the year is just gone like that. Fast. very. chinese 'o' lvl oral would be due at this friday. i don't know how am i going to survive this very ordeal. i just can't , or rather, don't know how to speak the chinese words. Or how to change the english words to chinese. it is difficult.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our form teacher, Ms sandra sng is also leaving us. fast. sudden. She gave us files and pen with our name engraved on it. Nice. Simple but nice. very.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We will miss her. we will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-112040227799346281?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/112040227799346281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=112040227799346281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112040227799346281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/112040227799346281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/07/tilt-ya-head-back_03.html' title='tilt ya heaD baCk'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-111701987489787958</id><published>2005-05-25T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:17:54.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hOUse oF waX..</title><content type='html'>hOUse of waX is vERy nICce... except For thE paRis hilton parT...  thE Michael ChaD mUrRAy was cOMplEtely a HUnk maN... nICe... hEex.. catCh thAt show at lIdo... NC 16...  thE pEopLE at the enTranCE diDnt chEck.. so i jSUt breEzely weNT thRu it... pHEw~... dEn.. we have thE usuaL stuFf... pOpcorns.. cOKe... bUt.. onE more dRInk.. i thInk.. iT tasTE nICe... -&gt; CAramel cappacino.. nICee... loVE the creaM.. evEn thOUGh i haTE cream veRY mUch.. buT.. wiTh the caramEl.. it blEnd uNTIl... yUm.... dEn cOZ.. the show starT at 7pm... dEn the timE was only 4:00pm.. .caN u imAgine thAt? wE oSo very laZy to waLK thRU the toWn agaiN and agAin... sO we sneaKed to CleMEnti to eat thE pOrriDge...  osO.. taSte very aWesoMEe....&lt;em&gt; [so soRry.. i m realLY a foOd freaK...]&lt;/em&gt; hEex... reaCh hoME by 10 pM.. buT.. .diDnt have mY diNnEr.... all stoREs are cLOsed... u noE wat.. iF i doN have to reaCh home by 10pm... i woUld heaD foR suPper.... hMm.. anD in thE tRain.. wE were woNDeriNG whetHEr yEllOw shIRt lOok goOd on hUmans oR not.. .sO... in thE shaw toWer... wHen we wenT gOIng dOwn the escalATor.. we saw somEone weariNG a yEllow shiRt.. and i thINk is nICee... dEn after that... we realiZed that it is daphNE.. the siNGapore idOl finaliSt... aCtually.. .i m nOT sure.. cOZ.. i cant seE far.. so .. i walKed faSter.. heex.. i nOE thAT i lOoked so stuPid.. hEex.. dEN .. it is hEr.. hEex... nEver expecT that.. hEex.. thE dAy waS nICe.. nICe.. enjoyEd myseLF coMpleTely.... coOolll~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-111701987489787958?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/111701987489787958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=111701987489787958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111701987489787958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111701987489787958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/05/house-of-wax.html' title='hOUse oF waX..'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-111677812968608072</id><published>2005-05-21T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T00:08:49.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>niCee dAyy..</title><content type='html'>tOday.. overaLl.. was quITe greaTt.. hMm.. excEPt that i thiNk.. we all walked too mUch.. hEex..  wenT to beaCh.. hOPe to gEt somE sUnn... buT.. it tuRn out.. the cLOuDs are gEtting darKEr... watEr dROplets fallINg from sky ... laNDing on thE faCE with a HUge EFfect.. veRY arGh~!.. gRr... no suN at all... we waiTed fOr likE hOURs ... nVm... tHen.. we dEcidEd to retired to tOwn. .so gO and seaRch foR toilets to bath... in thE female toIlEt.. pPl quEning up uNTil it was visiBLe at the oUTsidE of the toileT... can imagiNE how cRowdEd it was??? nVm.. .dEn we decIDed to walk on. .seE if there is any mORe toiLEts.. in thE end.. we walked fRom siloso beaCH to pelawaN... so lOng.. dEn da baG so heaVy... but .. thEre thE tOilet.. vERy few Ppl..  phEw~.. dEn  oK already.. dEn go toWn.. gO oLd chAng kEe bUy foOd.. hUNgry.. i dON noe wat to oRder... sO i oRder a fiSh fillet... niCee... thE weatHEr.. raiNing... noT light... pRetty heavY.. nVm.... buTt... whEN u are eatiNG some hoT thing dURing coLd weatHEr... it is kINda smoothiNg... anD nice...  dEN on thE way to faR eeast.. i saW hErman.. thEY all.. i liKE every weEk saw thEm in toWn...  hEex.. dEn in far east. .we weNT up and doWn.. i m searCHing for that oPps shOP.. cannOt find.. dEN i boughT a paIR of shoes...  dEn.. i saw a ShiRt... very nICe... racErback... NICee.. very teMpting... buT i dIDnt bUY... nVm.. i gO thEre again oN mOnday .. mAyBee... dEn i saAW peanUtt... saW oF mEet halFway... dEN acTually.. we plaN to watCH the house oF waX .. buT.. lido thEre.. the 7 pm 1.. all fUlly bOoked.. arGh.. nVm.. i have to bE baCk home at 10pm.. so canT manage to caTch thE next shoW... gRrrr... DEn we walk hEre walk tHEre.. dEn sAw hErman thEy all agaiN.. hEex. .at cinelEiSure...  dEn afTer tHAt.. we dEcided to go cLEmenti... to seEe have the shoW or noT... again.. 9.30 dEn the show staRts... dEn i calL baCK home see iF i can have a eXtention of tiME.. buT i GoT a traShing inStead..  fiNe... dEn we dRop bY maC to have oUR diNNer... hEex.. vEyr fuNny...  verY gentlemEnt...  noT badd... dEn weNT hoMee... very daRk.. sCAry.. hEex.. gOOnite.. kINda tiRed... [bTw.. i managE to reaCH hoME by 10pm.. lUckily.. pHEw~]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-111677812968608072?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/111677812968608072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=111677812968608072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111677812968608072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111677812968608072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/05/nicee-dayy.html' title='niCee dAyy..'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-111658558647741744</id><published>2005-05-20T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T18:39:46.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mAy... waT a MonTh!</title><content type='html'>Ever siNce the start oF may.. maRks the start of we all sloGging like hell.. cauSe thAt is the mId year exams perIOd.. thE miDdle of may... tErRoR dayS... cauSe it is thE day we know oUR resuLTs...  the enD of maY... chINese 'O' levEl exAms... thIS moNth.. reAlly.. .suPEr tiRed... veRY slEepy tOo... todAy... laSt day of the weekdays... fINally... can resT... bUTt.. oso canNOt.. tML have thaAT stuPId chiNese lEsson fROm 9pm... dIstrupTs my bElovEd slEepiNG hOUrs.... gRrr.... siCkenINg.. go thEre are oSo oF no uSe... aNyway. .tHe prObality oF me oVErsleeping is 11/15.. lEts hOpe thAt i wakE up.. tRy...  today.. i phOTocOpy chRIstinE 's nOTes.. chINese 1.. (oR else i doN noe what to stuDy foR my chINEse o OR moCk examS) suPPer nEat.. hEr haNDwriTting.... all tHE woRds.. liKE coMpUter type oUt 1...  i thInk foR me to maSter hEr haNDwriting.. muSt takE at leasT 10 decaDes.. oR foRever... hEex.. thX cHRistinE fOR leNding mE yoUR nOTess.... thAnksSs... anywaYy.. wHY mUst we stUDy chINese??  it iS a slEepy suBject.. anD moreEVer bOriNgg~.. duRing the jUNe holidays.. alSo have chInese oRal examS... i very sCAre i pRonunCe the woRd wroNGly...  i vERy sCAre i doN noe how to say thE woRd... i thInk.. very cErtain thAt i wouLD sure spUrt of some enGLish.. i thInk.. bY then.. i am deaD... hEex.. i tHInk i wiLL bE goINg town tmL.. thInk onI.. most liKEly wiLL bE... hEex.. gTg.. watCH tElEvision pRagRAmme.. toDAY.. lAst episoDe.... chIlll oUtt~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-111658558647741744?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/111658558647741744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=111658558647741744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111658558647741744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111658558647741744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/05/may-wat-month.html' title='mAy... waT a MonTh!'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-111633438727220109</id><published>2005-05-17T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T20:53:07.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hOWw? loSt...</title><content type='html'>tELL you what- my bRo 's attitudE just was so &lt;em&gt;yuCks.&lt;/em&gt;. whEn he is angRy.. hE aCt like one biG time benG... buT sometimes, he iS oosO quiTe oKae.. hMM.. ovErall.. in conclusIOn.. noT so favourable to gET angRy... woRsen uR atTitUDe.. oNLy makEs peOple feel moRE irritated.. BUt.. iT is eMOtions rITe? it is beyoND the reaCh of us... JUst let it be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tEll you anothEr thingy- oUR schoOl is soMEtimes very mean. DOn nOE what the hell are they thinking... they dON allOw teaCHers to return oUR examination papErs til weDnusday... tHEy are makIng us, sTudents.. thE anxiety goIng up... explOding soOn... cRazy man... LuckilY .. tML is weDnusday.. oR else .. i wilL go nUTs i think..   i thiNk i dID very baDly for my examinations cOZ i slAck a loT dURing tht pErioD of time... MY arT.. i thInk. .gONe case...  the whOle piCture.. liKE.. no meaning... thE whEels and geaRs.. dON carve thAt kINda of impact... oVerall-baDd.. very baDd... my chINese.. hEex.. osO goNe case.. .i thiNk more goNE dEN my art.. dIDnt stUDy for tht.. laZy.. oSO no interest.. lOok at thE characTers.. liKE askIng u to gO to bEd... liKE they aRe singing a lullaby...  CHinEse-&gt;arGh! whaT a sUBjeCt... fOR mathematiCs.. i heaRd from thEm sayinG that onLy 6 pasSes foR tht suBjeCt... omG... makEs me eVen more scaRe.. &lt;em&gt;[relAxx... cHIll out man!] &lt;/em&gt;oK..  gOT baCk ouR phyisCs papEr today.. lUCkily.. i paSs.. canT believe i paSs.. PheWw~... anD ONe mORe reasOn why OUR sCHool is mean.. thEY stil say thAT the overall mArks is not fiNalise.. moderation wOUld be done iF we are scoring well... cRazy Ppl... mY goD! i wonDer what aRe they thiNKing... &lt;strong&gt;[vEry slEeppy]...&lt;/strong&gt; nOWadays.. i canT find a reasON whY mY eyes alwaYs lOok soRe whEnever in the mORning.. it iS like.. becoME a roUtine... sincE the Exam weEk startEd.. i 've bEen havING these bllOOdshot eyes...  hATe it ... eVEn whEn i wENt out in thE earLy aFtErnoon... pPl lOok at mE like i m somE kiNda of freaK... gRr... i stiL cant figuRe out whY my eyEs alwayS apPEar reD... argH... nVm.. mayBE i wil l vISit a doCtoR tML or the day afTEr.. hEex.. anD one mORE thingy.. MY eyEs sight. dEterioRating... u nOE.. whEnever when testing thE eyes.. thEre wil bE a boaRd.. fIll wiTh letTErs .. ranGing froM bIG to smAll... i oNLy can seE the bIggest leTter-&lt;em&gt;can you imagine how baD my eye sight is?  &lt;/em&gt;hAve to fIX a paiR of glAsSes sOon....  [* alAddIn thE lamP... siGnifies mE... *loNely bY akOn.. sIGnifies parT of My eMotiOn...]&lt;em&gt; hEex.. whaTevEr ..!&lt;strong&gt; lEt go&lt;/strong&gt;!..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-111633438727220109?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/111633438727220109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=111633438727220109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111633438727220109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111633438727220109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/05/howw-lost.html' title='hOWw? loSt...'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-111608765996128150</id><published>2005-05-14T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T21:05:22.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wRong decisIons thRough oUT my lIfe.. whY?</title><content type='html'>wHy? why am i always makIng wrong decision through oUT my life? and always regret it aFter i realiZes what i dID? why? i hAte this kInda of feeling... i wanNA feEl peace.. U nOE.. peaCe? no woRries? nO nEed to thInk aboUt what PeoPle is sayiNG behiNd me? i waNNa feel bliss.. iZzit poSsibLe...? it was haRd.. diFficult.. imposSible to achieVE... just soo... faR to reach oUt for... i neEed somebodDy to talk to.. i wanNA go to thE beach.. anD relAx... i kNow wHo to seEk out to.. bUTt.. i m just so afraiD this is aNother wroNG decison.. whYy m i alwaySs afraiD? when M i goINg to step out oF this darK hole? i nEedDd to gOo to the beaCH anD taLk OR shout or whateVEr.. as lONg as someoNE listens to it.. oR else..i m liKE sufFocated.. diEing.. baCkening awaY.. gOd.. whY is thIS so? iS this the cOrrect one? m i wrONg again? stOP playing with me!? won't u? lEt me be right foR once? won't u? guIde me aloNg.. can't u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todaY.. was actuAlly.. quiTe a siCkening day.. i wanteD to buy the flesh iMp shiRt.. -shoRt of funds- .. siCkening feeling..  i wEnt to zP hOUse.. i was so envY tht shE and her mom waS so clOSe.. how i wiSh my mom anD i was likE tht.. i noE it was impOssible.. forget it~... anywaY.. we haD fuN.. reAlly... i asKed her helP me to customizE my shOe.. shE is always fUll of creatIvity.. alwaYs.. not baD.. this is wat siNGapoRe nEeds the mOSt.. dEn we weNt to towN... hEex.. i m a liTtle trOUblesome..maybE very trOUblesomE... hEex.. cant hElp it though.. i finAlly foUNd a shiRt tht sUIt my panTs... .. aT faR east.. bUTt.. thEre is nO siZe avaiLable.. arGh!.. onLy L left... i kEpt thiNkINg.. dEN i just decided to buY.. nVm... i liKE it .. thE colOur..  ... dEn my dAd called.. anD ask if i wouLd be joinINg them.. i say dO u want mE to join ya? dEn he say.. foRget it... i felt sOo gUIlty u noE... the tonE of his voice.. i couLd picture his impREssion and eyEs in my minD.. so afTer all the shOppings.. i hOp over to joIN them.. i m jUSt soo hapPY to seE them.. tht i gaVE them a huG.. anD my lil bRO... altHough sometimEs.. he really pISs me oFf.. but.. he is.. hmM. i don noe hoW to descriBle him.. pERhaps.. i really miSs them.. i makE a proMise to myself tht eVEryweEkends.. i wouLd aCcompany thEm... buT howevEr... thE fOollowing events just swept me over.. liKE a tidal waves... firstLY.. my mom dONt trust mE.. nVm.. i stILl can suRvive.. nExt.. i toLd my daD and mOm tht i hOPed to join them for breakfirst tmL... i waSs just soo excited.. we could all bE like what we aRe in the paSt... dEn after tht.. tuItion teacher smSes me tht thEre will be a tuiTion tml at 10.. dEn i was liKe.. goSh.. how m i goING to aCcompany thEm foR breakfirst... dEn i toLd my daD.. hMm.. i have tuition tmL.. wat tiME will u all be leaviNG for breakfirst.. waAt about afTer breakfirst.. u dRop me off tuitioN&gt;? shOCk come after thT was thT my fathEr say..'. I dON like uR way of planning / organiZing things.. you always have a motive... iF u want us to drOP u off tuition.. just say so.. dON't say u want to have breakfirst with us.. ' .. aftEr he saiD tht.. i was cOMpletely.. farEd up.. i was lIKe.. 'cOMe MOn.. i diDnt noe i have tuition the next day Ok? i thought it was in the afternnoon.. i just wannA be liKE in the past.. whEre we all just have some.. whAtever... tuitION? i can always go thEre my self.. transport was no prOBlem.. i cant believe u thiNk tht way..' dEn.. slowly.. i cried... my bRo was liKE.. comforting me.. thanKs.. i really nEed tht.. it was just simpLy so huRting.. foRget it.. i don wanNA have any thiNg more to do wiTh them.. in case i was accuse oF some uNknown mOTive i was harbOUring ... i m tiREd to caRry on these kINnda of liFe.. i miSsed to gO to a friend's birthday party to makE my parenT happy a liittle.. yEt.. they dO this to me.. i canT take it.. next tiMe.. i wanNA be wiF my friends.. i will just go aheaD.. i doN wanna care anymORe.. and they kEpt on saying ... i m just so tiRed.. i waNna retire at the beach.. just lie down at the hot sanD.. faCIng the hot sun.. feeling the cool water underneath... buRsting out m y pRoblems to the pERson who is listening.. i nEed tht.. i nEed to chill out.. oR else i really wouLd go maD... prObably next wEek.. canT stanD it anyMOre... i nEed tht.. lEt me chill out.. let me free... lEt me be myself... pleaSe... pleasEe...let me do the things i want...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-111608765996128150?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/111608765996128150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=111608765996128150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111608765996128150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111608765996128150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/05/wrong-decisions-through-out-my-life.html' title='wRong decisIons thRough oUT my lIfe.. whY?'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-111185154418561830</id><published>2005-03-26T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T23:39:04.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cOookies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fInally... speech day was over.Over.ONe thing off my list of band involment programm (B.I.P).Finally. YOu know what happen? During the finale, while we were all doing that STupIdly lame dancing.. my rubber band felt loose on my hair.The next moment i knew, when i jump.. it just fell off my hair. OHh mY god.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was totally embarassing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. i just continue dancing holding my hair and turning around.Oh my. Any way, On my request, Cindy [toh.. from band] made me some home made coOkies&lt;strong&gt;.. it tasted AwesoMe..&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks , Cindy... hEex.. &lt;strong&gt;these are the two people that made my life so deliiciouss : Ximin and Cindy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Thanks guyS...! iReally appreciated that.. It is really great! i loVEee it so so much&lt;/strong&gt;! Moreever.. It is &lt;em&gt;home + Hand madeE&lt;/em&gt;! That was the best part. &lt;em&gt;Best effort + NIce taste + rememebering my request = it IS just too pErfecT&lt;/em&gt;!.. You guys are great MAn.. thAnks~[ gEez.. i know i am being too mushy.. Maybe it is because.. my MOm never did all this things for me.. even though she knows how to.. i heard from her sister (my aunt) that in the family.. she was the best in kitchen stuFf.. cOOkies.. cakes.. you name it!.. but she never did that for me.. i asked her to make some cookies... she either say she was busy or she is fine with it and say tomorrow i will make for you.. but the tomorrow never comes.. i just a loner in my family. NObodys cares.. So i really appreciate pEople who care to remember my requests... and made my life so wonderful and tasty! .. thanks again!] then back to the speech day, after that, i went tO jp wif han weE (mY SL) .. and yI ling (percussionist).. to eat.. i ate this chicken eGg noodle .. ($3.50).. it was simply just so fiilling.. i felt so bloated.. i went to yi ling house after that cause nO body's home.. i M not afraid of the dark but i m afraid of loneliness.. it just teerrified me.. then on the way, we talked about the lifes we had about friends.. all that.. then her house was look sOo big (5 room flat).. She later was playing manjiong with her friends.. i called my muM to ask if i could stay longer.. but U noE the reply riTe.. NOo .. and so on so on.. dEn i hurried homE.. just nice.. was back before they do.. pHew... anyway.. my saving money plan wasnt working.. i only have $7 .. i m supposed to save $20.. how am i going to buy the things i want.. how i wish i am loaded.. dOn have to worry about these things... HHmm.. next.. lYriCs of riCh girls :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;[2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a rich girl (na, na....)&lt;br /&gt;See, I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl&lt;br /&gt;No man could test me, impress me, my cash flow would never ever end&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl&lt;br /&gt;Think what that money could bring&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy everything&lt;br /&gt;Clean out Vivienne Westwood&lt;br /&gt;In my Galliano gown&lt;br /&gt;No, wouldn't just have one hood&lt;br /&gt;A Hollywood mansion if I could&lt;br /&gt;Please book me first-class to my fancy house in London town&lt;br /&gt;All the riches baby, won't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;All the riches baby, won't bring what your love can bring&lt;br /&gt;All the riches baby, won't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;Don't need no other baby&lt;br /&gt;Your lovin' is better than gold, and I know&lt;br /&gt;If I was rich girl (na, na...)&lt;br /&gt;See, I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl&lt;br /&gt;No man could test me, impress me, my cash flow would never ever end&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl&lt;br /&gt;I'd get me four Harajuku girls to (uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;Inspire me and they'd come to my rescue&lt;br /&gt;I'd dress them wicked, I'd give them names (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Love, Angel, Music, Baby&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up and come and save me&lt;br /&gt;All the riches baby, won't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;All the riches baby, won't bring what your love can bring&lt;br /&gt;All the riches baby, won't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;Don't need no other baby&lt;br /&gt;Your lovin' is better than gold, and I know&lt;br /&gt;[Eve]&lt;br /&gt;Come together all over the world&lt;br /&gt;From the hoods of Japan, Harajuku girls&lt;br /&gt;What, it's all love&lt;br /&gt;What, give it up&lt;br /&gt;What (shouldn't matter [4x]), what&lt;br /&gt;Come together all over the world&lt;br /&gt;From the hoods of Japan, Harajuku girls&lt;br /&gt;What, it's all love&lt;br /&gt;What, give it up&lt;br /&gt;What (shouldn't matter [4x])&lt;br /&gt;What happened to my life&lt;br /&gt;Turned upside down&lt;br /&gt;Chicks dat blew ya mind, ding, it's the second round&lt;br /&gt;(Original track and ting, mmm)&lt;br /&gt;You know you can't buy these things (no)&lt;br /&gt;See Stefani and her L.A.M.B., I rock the Fetish&lt;br /&gt;People, you know who I am&lt;br /&gt;Yes ma'am, we got the style that's wicked&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can all keep up&lt;br /&gt;We climbed all the way from the bottom to the top&lt;br /&gt;Now we ain't gettin' nothin' but love&lt;br /&gt;If I was rich girl (na, na...)&lt;br /&gt;See, I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl&lt;br /&gt;No man could test me, impress me, my cash flow would never ever end&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;[3x] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isnt it just perfect? if you have all the money in the world? But sometimes.. there are things that money cant buy right? I know .. Money was still the many people's wants. This trend would still continue as long as we , humans, still live in this world. But sometimes, money is just everyting. Life is just so realistic. People just despise you if you don't have the Capital C. YOu can't afford many things without the Big C.Isnt it realistic?You goOtto face it rite? Will that be a day which we dont require money anymore?we don't greed about it anymore? MOney , this word, would just vanished from the dictionary? Will that day comes?&lt;/span&gt;  Will it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-111185154418561830?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/111185154418561830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=111185154418561830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111185154418561830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111185154418561830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/03/coookies.html' title='cOookies...'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-111181227849535487</id><published>2005-03-26T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T12:44:38.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SpEech dAy~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hI.. have to go off at 4 for speech day later.. hMm.. what i really was wondering was why must this day be created? How does it serve us? What was its main purpose other than giving out papers? This is unnessary riTe? Anyway, it is my last year in JWss... Let's keep it silence and not grumble. Anyway ..&lt;strong&gt; Ximin.. i will definely follow ya to get oUR shades.&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; this is our main wish list!.. [&lt;em&gt;i just cant wait&lt;/em&gt;].. BUt.. &lt;em&gt;mOney was the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; problem&lt;/em&gt;.. the real 1.. how i wish i was loaded.i could buy anything i see.. i want. nVM.. let's work hard for our future.. to buy anything we want! yeah? sO i  must start saviNG! anyway.. let's talk about yesterday.My whole family went to my mom's close friend's[Rosie] house. Nice warmth house. She have 2 children.A 22 year old daughter and a 18 year old son.Tell you something, they both look so pRetty and huNk-lishh.. Their features was like soOoo perfect. The guy was cool. Danny.  hE was like soo EWww cuTe.[all right , normal girl reaction] The way he speaks , laugh everything.. just matches his face.WoW~ whOo~.. Anyway.. RemembEr.. bOys are jeRks..  nEver get to carry away with them~&lt;-remember tht ,girLs~] Perhaps, maybe,  before the speech day.. i will catch a moVie -&gt;eye 10.. i heard it is scary but funny. BUt that was mayBe.. i don't know if i can make it on time for band. All right, maybe let;s forget about the idea. Remember? sAAAVvveeee!  actually, i still quite piss off that i have to gave up my saturday for this speech day! arGh! oK.. chill out..  i just rememeber that i have lots of home work.. but i just don't have the wanting to do it.. just don have.. can i blame band for this cause? i don't know. &lt;strong&gt;i don wanna know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-111181227849535487?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/111181227849535487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=111181227849535487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111181227849535487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111181227849535487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/03/speech-day.html' title='SpEech dAy~'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-111171971871561250</id><published>2005-03-25T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T11:01:58.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cHampion oF ouR hearT...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HEllo... hMm.. you guYs must be wonderinG the resuLts of the hockey tourament... weLl.. we goT the 2nd place.. bUT.. to mE.. i think they are the 1st.. they are the champion in our heart.. hMm.. don't u agRee? In the game.. i watched everyone.. every hockey players.. giving their best of the best shoT... very determined.. .they are really good... bEcause the results was 1 - 1.. draw... went over to the pentalty.. we lost... So.. &lt;strong&gt;tO our hockey boys.. YOu are gOOd.. the best! You roCk the whole entire stadium man...&lt;/strong&gt;  Anyway.. yesterday.. during art lesson.. we [ximin.. lisa.. me.. yen ching].. went to the Room anD talk.. hEex.. it was fun.. we talked about how jeRky boys can bE.. how  ' reliablE ' they are.. how can we trust them? hOw!? anyway.. let's don't talk about them... it will only agitate US...  yesterday's speech day rehearsal ran out pretty smoothly.. except for the finale part... every senior don't have to dance... except me..gRrr... that Ms Yip... sabotaged mE.. teachers~...  then after that.. have to find someone to have dinner with me.. i went to the toilet to change first.. thenn after that.. guess what i saw.. AqiDah... what a lUCk!.. but .. acutally.. i feel quiTe happy.. at least i found someone to eat with me... pHEw~...  i will coME back later... gOotto go.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-111171971871561250?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/111171971871561250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=111171971871561250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111171971871561250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111171971871561250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/03/champion-of-our-heart.html' title='cHampion oF ouR hearT...!'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-111148377934362819</id><published>2005-03-22T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T17:29:39.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mAyO eGgie..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hMm... in case you are wondering what i am talking about.. weLl it is thE deeeLLiiciouSs Egg plus mayonise sandwiches... well.. it iS really NIce.. hMm.. xImin make some for everyone in class and packed in lunch boX one foR me[ i specially requested] .. and it is just so yUmmMMyyy... &lt;strong&gt;Thank you so muCH ximIn&lt;/strong&gt;! iT taste wonderful.. thAnks! = ).. hMm.. today.. hMm.. i think Jo is angry with me.. i dont know why.. hMm.. the scenario was this [in case if you think why i think that she is angry]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the classroom. We were just dismissed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: hMm.. jo.. Yen Ching.. i think for the Cme project it is better for us to do indiviually as if in group we have to do in a vanguard sheet and need lots of resources to fill that space up.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jo: So?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: It is a lot easier that way..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jo: So?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: So Yen Ching.. Jo.. what is your decision? Indiviual or group?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jo: ANYthINg laH!.. Up to You! [said in a irritated.. piss off tone]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Ok then.. hmm.. indiviual then... BYe guys.. bye yen ching.. bye joann.. [walked away to join fatimah and serene]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hhmm.. what do you think the above scenario is? Is she angry? Haiz .. i don know.. the best is just hack care.. everything will be fine.. Just learn to let go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway.. after that.. Fat, rene and me went to Jp for ouR lunch.. wonderful carrot cake with extra chilli sauce and black sweeten sauce.. hMm.. yumM too.. we called $5 and everyone just tucked it.. i learned a lesson when rene says&lt;strong&gt; lIke this[shared] eat nicer and better ritE&lt;/strong&gt;? hmm.. i totally agree with this.. As .. i don know why.. -&gt; &lt;strong&gt;food just tasted nicer than usual when you shared&lt;/strong&gt;.. It just happen this way.. then i spoke up.. :" this is called the happiness of sharing!".. then we all laughed.. then we bought iCee cream for MAc for 25cents.. hMm.. then we ate.. fat and i finishes and left renE.. hEex.. then we laughed at hEr.. [soRry for being so bad to laugh at you ..hEex -&gt; Ha!].. anyway.. today is quIte a day.. as physics test were postponed to next week.. YaY! aNd tomorrow.. ouR sch' hockey team is competing against saint andrew sec sch foR the championship of hockey.. weLl.. sure is excited about it.. Just imaging.. Jwss emerged as the championship of hockey.. Imagin that! i will sign off from here.. hope that things would turned out better tmL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-111148377934362819?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/111148377934362819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=111148377934362819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111148377934362819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111148377934362819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/03/mayo-eggie.html' title='mAyO eGgie..'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-111140513740001416</id><published>2005-03-21T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:38:57.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught uP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yOzz.. hoW are you? i m now listening to NObodys' home by avril lauvigne.. It totally discrible what i am feeling ... rEally..&lt;em&gt; i m just so lost in what i am doing&lt;/em&gt;.. lost in my thoughts deeply drowned.. with my hands waving up frantically searching for someone to save me.. my head was buried again and again by the strong current of the waves... i held my breath desperately.. tried not to swallow so much water.. but soon.. i m just so tired going against the waves.. i just wanna stop.. rest.. let go... drift away... i m just so tired of everything around me... i want to be slowly dimished into the corner...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway.. lets get back to life.. tOday was another stUpid day... yoU know what? Mr Lim gave instruction to Jon that everyone must have their lunch before proceeding to band.. Reach at 215 pm... i ate and rushed to the band room.. and was indeed surprised when the percussion instruments was already taken to the hall.. i ran to the band room to help up where there is high hat and sus. cymbal left.. i do what i can .. so i put down my bag.. and took the  high hat..and Clive later volunteer to help up.. so i let him because after all.. boys are meant to do these riTe?.. which latA i saw that siCkening teacher... she thought she is sOo soo &lt;em&gt;Ms Great Hip[yip&lt;/em&gt;].. &lt;strong&gt;shE just sucks&lt;/strong&gt;.. she hate me too.. i bet..  i thought her hatred for me has decrease over time.. buT unfortunately NOt.. [but anyway.. is her loss to hate me .. not mine.. i don't give a fishing damm to hEr.. trust me ; )... ].. after band.. she deliberately emphasis on;" &lt;em&gt;'soME' percussionist comming late and left only cymbals and expect other people to helP 'HER&lt;/em&gt;'.."... hMm.. my mind was like.. &lt;strong&gt;hEy , watssup wiF you man? i got the wrong infO ok.. Or else i would guarantee i would be the first to reach oK?&lt;/strong&gt; hAIz.. nVm.. what is over was over riTe? gRr...aRgh.. i m stilll a liTtle pissed oFff.. duH~.. anyway... i sMs the wrong person last night.. oMg.. it was totally embarassing because what it was actually refering to that particular person.. Oh my.. aNyway... i M soo soO glad that i have nothing on tomOrrow.. hoW m i glad.. anyway.. i hOpe to improve my blog lOOks but nothing came out nice... i willl keep on tryinG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-111140513740001416?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/111140513740001416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=111140513740001416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111140513740001416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111140513740001416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/03/caught-up.html' title='Caught uP!'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-111115845193922954</id><published>2005-03-18T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T19:20:28.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hOliday?fiNally? oHh.. wHat a jOke!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i m so sorry if i have offended anyone in anyway.. coZ i myself felt totally fed up... IN this 1 week holiday.. guess what? i only have monday with me.. gRr.. and i went to buy a adidas bag... 50 buCKs... oh mY goD... i caNt believe i spent those precious money... i m trying not to.. but clothes or fashion are just so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;super-duper-addictive.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i got totally hooked up with those beautiful clothes buT styllIShhh.. anD also cApp..loVess... i just simply adore the billabong[not really love it.. hMm.. ok with it].. roXy or ripcurl caPs... or maybe most of the things they sell.. it was just sO.. hMm... nICe!the price was also so calleD 'nICe'. YOu noe what i mean rite? i also lOVes the fashion of bRown pants... oR yellow orche... 3 quartEr.. tight oNEs... and the belt from 77th street... hMm.. HOw can i not say that it was NOT addictive? oKok.. back to the main topiC-holiday.. What does you know from the term 'holiday'.. isnt that supposed to be a week for our leisure.. revision.. so on and on.. but most importantly, &lt;strong&gt;REST&lt;/strong&gt;, rite? but however... i gOT the opposite treatment of holiday... the band take up most of my free time.. from wednusday to friday.. 7 plus to 5 plus.. can you believe that.. it was like i m working.. a job.. oMG.. Pure torturement.. buT also.. i gained lOts of thingy froM therE.. i get tO knoW my percUSsionist so so mUCh bettA.. how Am i glad.. and i bOnd together with them.. eat with thEm during lunch in JP.. even though i intend to save.. obviously i didnT rite? i Felt so entirely stupId when i spent so much of the money to buy Bubble tea.. so that i could see the guY.. bloOdie hell.. i shOUld have not.. let me fill you up in this.. THIS GUY.. he was the guy whom .. or rather the &lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt; guy whom i asked number from.. &lt;em&gt;come mon&lt;/em&gt;.. it is definely not i deliberatedly ask the number .. it was that i lost in the game to CIndy cai.. thE forfeit was to ask any guy for number.. any guy the winner wants.. but she had mercy on me by choosing a slim 1...[actually.. she intended to choose a super big in sized for ME.. i pleaded.. of course].. the first target was a shop keeper... i find him pretty fat.. but cindy and serene say he is cute.. i don noe why... i went up to him.. i laugh a lot.. finally.. settling down.. asking him for number.. he laugh and show his palm which i don noe shouldi take it as a please wait.. Or Noo noo... which 1? hEex.. of course.. i hack care .. i ran to another 1.. the bubble tea tender.. this 1 was Not bad.. seriously... really.. to me.. i think he looked ok to mE.. stil.. i stil laugh.. den his friend teased him.. [i think they noe what are we trying to do.. boYS!].. he den playfully thRow the things at him... den serene just go straight at him and said:' hMm.. my friend wants your no...'.. he wrrite on a piece of paper.. den gave them to me.. cOol.. then we proceed to somewhere to sms him.. actually.. i just wanna to thRow the papEr.. but nVm.. for fun.. lets do it.. den he gave a reply.. den a pIX.. ok.. tht's all.. enD of stoRy.. can you believe that? i actually ask a guy for a no. ? i couldnt believe it either... oH my... gOT to go.. see ya lata.. ta tAh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-111115845193922954?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/111115845193922954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=111115845193922954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111115845193922954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/111115845193922954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/03/holidayfinally-ohh-what-joke.html' title='hOliday?fiNally? oHh.. wHat a jOke!'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-110636101084231726</id><published>2005-01-22T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T10:30:10.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm BaCk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HelLo... HOw are you guys doing? HmM.. lonG time sinCe i enter a entry... Kinda miss it though... hmm.. loTs of things happen during this period of time.. Busy with school.. Band.. everything... AND..when ever i decide to give my blog a whole new look... the computer will object to it by making the screen hang.. Omg.. AnD... my bro..attitude .. now geTting bad to worse. Not only this... stIl have my Mom.. dad.. and me... All changes in us.. These magnificent changes just jeopardise our whole entire life style routine just like that.. it is like.. not having a quarrel whenever we see each other is impossible... in other words.. having a quarrel is inevitable...&lt;em&gt; Great! And siCk..(wHy is the whole world against me?)&lt;/em&gt; Do They or i completely enjoy this? If they do .. i defintely don't... Sometimes.. i really feel like grabbing the keys and get out of this house..really.... (BUt not to the extent of running away.. HeeX..) .. Just wanna grab some air... some space of my own... i wanna explore the world without being suffocated OR ffeeling so tiGht... the feeling is like&lt;em&gt;... siCk~..&lt;/em&gt;.. reAlly.. tHat's why i love to travel arounD.. not only singapore.. but oso WORLD... hEex.. hMm... i stop hEre first... i will write when i come back later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-110636101084231726?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/110636101084231726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=110636101084231726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/110636101084231726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/110636101084231726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m BaCk!'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-110387968381621692</id><published>2004-12-24T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T17:14:43.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oH mY GoD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh my god, i didnt expect tht there is people in this world knew my identity in this blogger thingy.. oh mY! i just discovered tht.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;FriEnds oUt there who noE thIS bLogger of mine, pLease kEep confidential the things i wrote.&lt;/span&gt; tHANKs! AnD.. tell Me thT u knew, okae? ThaNks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-110387968381621692?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/110387968381621692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=110387968381621692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/110387968381621692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/110387968381621692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2004/12/oh-my-god.html' title='oH mY GoD!!!'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-110370398543893901</id><published>2004-12-22T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T16:26:25.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It IS My PrerogativE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finally found a song that is directly refering to my dream. It is "&lt;strong&gt;Born to make you happy"&lt;/strong&gt;. The lyrics of this song is what i want to express through my dream. You see, after so many days, i stil can't be able to forget that, stil holding on a glimpse of hope tightly against on my heart. I should not do that. Why can't i forget that? gEez.. moreever , on that day, i boldly told the person "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love ya!". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't even know what is going on thru my mind over and over again. I just want to say that out of my mouth. Shoot! Den he reply back with the &lt;em&gt;same two &lt;/em&gt;w&lt;em&gt;ords.&lt;/em&gt; My heart melt instantly. Geez.. how can i say that! I am not in love rite? Never. I don't know what is going thru his mind when he say that, i think that he thinks that i am kidding wif him. If he really thinks that way, i going to say right in front of his face :" &lt;em&gt;hey! i never kid in this kinda of things ok!?. I &lt;strong&gt;never joke&lt;/strong&gt; with this!&lt;/em&gt;".geEz, i hope he will notice. And part of me oso are hoping this crazy part of me will disminshed in time to come. &lt;em&gt;But i noe i cant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The lyrics of the song: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh my love&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah ...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here alone up in my room&lt;br /&gt;and thinking about the times that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;(oh my love)&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at a picture in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Trying my best to understand&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna know what we did wrong&lt;br /&gt;with a love that felt so strong&lt;br /&gt;if only you were here tonight&lt;br /&gt;I know that we could make it right&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to live without your love&lt;br /&gt;I was born to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the only one within my heart&lt;br /&gt;I was born to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Always and forever you and me&lt;br /&gt;That's the way our life should be&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to live without your love&lt;br /&gt;I was born to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been a fool since you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;I better give it up and then carry on (oh my love)&lt;br /&gt;Cause living in a dream of you and me&lt;br /&gt;Is not the way my life should be&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna cry a tear for you, so forgive me if I do&lt;br /&gt;If only you were here tonight&lt;br /&gt;I know that we could make it right&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to live without your love&lt;br /&gt;I was born to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the only one within my heart&lt;br /&gt;I was born to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Always and forever you and me&lt;br /&gt;That's the way our life should be&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to live without your love&lt;br /&gt;I was born to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah ...&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you my world&lt;br /&gt;I'd wait forever to be your girl&lt;br /&gt;Just call out my name (just call out my name)&lt;br /&gt;And I will be there (and I will be there)&lt;br /&gt;Just to show you how much I care&lt;br /&gt;alright&lt;br /&gt;I was born to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah ...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to live without your love&lt;br /&gt;I was born to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the only one within my heart&lt;br /&gt;I was born to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Always and forever you and me&lt;br /&gt;That's the way our life should be&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to live without your love&lt;br /&gt;I was born to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, no&lt;br /&gt;I was born to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, oh oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Always and forever you and me&lt;br /&gt;That's the way our life should be&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to live without your love&lt;br /&gt;I was born to make you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-110370398543893901?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/110370398543893901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=110370398543893901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/110370398543893901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/110370398543893901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2004/12/it-is-my-prerogative.html' title='It IS My PrerogativE!'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-110353149971066588</id><published>2004-12-20T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T17:17:38.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My DrEAm</title><content type='html'>"WOW!", seems to be the only word i could exclaimed out of this dream, even though it is just a dream.THe dream seems so real and i could hardly breathe when i went to think the dream all over again. I just couldn't get it off my mind and part of me is acually hoping that this would actually come true.WHY? i already tell myself to stop myself from imagainating this or to believe that person once again.BUt i just can't. Don't tell me that i am already madly in love with that person. I just can't forget it. Wow! I tried so hard to convince myself to believe in that person once again. BUt everytime i does that, a turn-around event will make me feel as if i m wrong about my instinct. WHy is it a pain? i set myself so many rules so as to keep myself controlled. BUt in the revolving world, everyone is changing, even for myself. I have not keep in contact with tht person for long, i don't know if that person have changed. I don't even know why i have that dream. BUt that dream was so beautiful, i can even feel the feeling i was experiencing back then- it was breathlessly wonderous. I am speechless.&lt;br /&gt;My dream was: On that particular day, i was with my friends on a vacation. We were more on the nature side of the vacation, went to stay at a resort near by. The resort is in the forest. It was raining heavily on that day so we stay in resort. We were eating together in the cafeteria . Den i was sitting beside my friend(the person), we chatted happily and the whole scencario was that the way we pass the bottle of sauce to one another. THe feeling of the touch was like i was electricuted all over and i want that feeling again. Rain stops, sun shines, we ran out of the resort with up-beat mood. WHile running, what i want to experience again came again- the touch of his hand slip into my hand and clutched tightly as we run. I stopped ,stared at him and i smiled to him.Then, i clasped my hands on to his arm and we both knew what is going on. We looked into each other's eyes with a strong mixture of feeling gently stired together.Finally.Nice. And then my dream ended with my brother calling me to wake up. You might think that it was another naive school girl who felt in love rite.. Nono.. it was not anything like that. Seeing him again and again felling in love with others make me have a strong tinkling of jealousy knotted in my heart. But everytime we chat bout it, it was difficult for me to be a fair person to speak with a fair view point. DIfficult uH? yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO you want to know who is him? the clue is Look at the Sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-110353149971066588?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/110353149971066588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=110353149971066588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/110353149971066588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/110353149971066588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-dream.html' title='My DrEAm'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-110338628645886406</id><published>2004-12-19T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T00:11:26.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HoW daRE ME ???</title><content type='html'>HellO... It is a long tiMe since the last time i type in this blog... i got to find somewhere to put my feelings into somehow rite?Holidays are here.. and i got to admit, it felt great.somehow as because i get to wake and sleep late, get to do things i wanted, totally no stress, LEISURE TIME!... hehex... buT, in a way, it craved a very great negative impact on me- i lost my discipline in me, a discipline that keeps control on my studies time.. this whole holidays until now, i have not even touch my books or done any revision.. i sort of felt very guilty, i always tell myself don;t hestistate to resfrain myself from the biggest addiction in my life-computer games , studies is the first, or rather the main priority in my life, especially that next year is my O-level examination-a extremely important examination tht will determines the turning point of my life.. but despite of this fact, i stil have the cheek to laze around. Why? I think, till now, i have lost touch.. i have to feel my books, the stress around me... until then, i will feel that at least i have done something beneficial to me, to my future, to make my parent proud me...WHY? why can't i attain my goal of thinking this way? I simply hate the feeling of regretfing.IN FACT ,I DONT WANT THAT FEELING AT ALL REMAINING INSIDE OF MY HEART! I REALLY DON'T! I CAN'T! I feel that i have let down to myself, my studies, my parents, and my teachers.. how could i not have done my revision for this holidays... how can i? oh m y.. i cant let myself do this.. i cant... i wont. i must'nt... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-110338628645886406?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/110338628645886406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=110338628645886406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/110338628645886406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/110338628645886406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2004/12/how-dare-me.html' title='HoW daRE ME ???'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-109526064351389063</id><published>2004-09-15T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T23:04:03.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ArGh... WhAteVeR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Piss off... yes.. indeed.. i was... todae is the most of the most terrible, horrible day i ever had.Oh my,... todae.. while i was teaching my friend on maths.. all of the sudden that wonky -donkey appeared right infront of me when the moment i turned my head... yaya... den  the very next thing he did was to finger me and said:" YOu, go down there and stand.". At that point of time.. i was so embarassed.. i saw many pairs of instense looking eyes looking forward to my direction as i make my way down... it was so so very &lt;em&gt;damm &lt;/em&gt;embarassing... i decided.. since mr wong did not check on me.. and there was high possiblity that he forgotten.. so i intend to hide behind the pillar... but unfortunatlly.. the worst sight came-&lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;... and once again .. he pointed and asked me to stand in front of all the students.. ya right.. whatever... that's what i was thinking... but the worst was not over ya... MS lau (DM) came and reprimanded me on my fringe being to long and asked me to buy a clip and clip it.... YA RIGHT!...tht was what i was thinking den.. but in a more irritated manner... i make my way down.. get my hair clip and make my way  up... but... a smile crawled to the side of my lips tht there was not a single sight of mr wong.. how glad i m... and once again.. i hide behind the pillar...and.. oh no.. here he comes... and he did the same thing... den i do what i was instructed to do so.. it was so...eekk.. i hate that kinda of embarrassment... Minutes or even seconds from that moment onwards.. was sooo sooo difficult to pass... it felt like hours... i was like... when is it going to end.... den aafter everything... I stil have to go and see that wonky for&lt;em&gt; 5-minutes&lt;/em&gt; detention&lt;em&gt;-- &lt;/em&gt;like that he oso feels as if he done something... further more.. during recess.. ms lau caught my hair being to long agian.. and scolded me again.. but its okae.. .i think that the chem test will turn out badly... sob.. den after when i return home... and oso  back to my &lt;em&gt;original-happy- mode&lt;/em&gt;.. as todae is my brother's birthday.. i spent quite a no.of time on the presnet.. and i hoped he liked it... but he dissapoint me again by shouting and behaving like a hooligan... haiz.... i hope this day would never come again... it was a torture day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-109526064351389063?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/109526064351389063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=109526064351389063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/109526064351389063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/109526064351389063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2004/09/argh-whatever.html' title='ArGh... WhAteVeR!'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-109444992162523124</id><published>2004-09-06T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T13:52:01.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me oR wHO exACtLy is ChangIng?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I shudder whenever i think about this problem... This mixture of sadness, angers, selfishness overpowered me- A friend of mine who i used to confide my  problem to, a friend who i used to shared jokes with, a friend who i always be with no matter where i go, a friend who i used to tell my secrets to and a friend who i have trusted on... we have always think that we can always maintain this kind of friendship which we never quarrel and even if we do, it will dissolve fast... but soon, many events happened recently which disillusion me.As what i felt, we have been unhappy with each other and sometimes quarrel with one another in a fiecre manner due to some problems... WIth this ailing friendship and things happening at home, this certainly wil convulsed me mentally and physically.. but no body there can understand me... no body.... i hope i could solve both problems... but i cant... it only get worse each day... it is beyond curing...  i am losing faith im myself as well as the people around me... i am tearing myself apart... i cant take it anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-109444992162523124?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/109444992162523124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=109444992162523124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/109444992162523124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/109444992162523124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2004/09/me-or-who-exactly-is-changing.html' title='Me oR wHO exACtLy is ChangIng?'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-109422242426481478</id><published>2004-09-03T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T22:40:24.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HoliDaYs?nAhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holidays might be one of the greatest events that a student normally enjoy..But unfortunately, to me... it is almost equivalent to not having holidays at all as almost everyday of the week i am returning to school and for long hours... Oh man! sometimes, i always ponders around my thoughts... aren't holidays supposed to be a resting week for the student after so many months of non-stop work... IT &lt;strong&gt;Should&lt;/strong&gt; Be... but apparently... it does not (to the teachers) argH!...i so much guess that.. holidays was simply worse than other  school days...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh right, enough of this unhappy bussiness... last week ago.. there was a basketball tourement... amoung the hockeys,band,red cross... and of coz, the basketball gals... due to the past memories on the captain ball thingy... i was actually not-at-all confidence that we could at least win a team, especially red cross... the feud wif them was already &lt;em&gt;piss-me-off ..&lt;/em&gt;geez.. i should not have said that... (so blunt of me).... nevermind.. but then, something brought a smile on my face( as well as others in my team) that brings hope and encouragement to me... the sec 3s in red cross were not participating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... hurray&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the whistle beeped&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and my heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;flopped upside down.. and then back to the original postion... the competition , at that time i thought was okay, was now getting pretty violent on both teams... with the confidence that  boosted us earlier on, we began re-couquering  the ball whenever it fall into our oppenent's hands... soon...  a girl in our team -Ximin, &lt;em&gt;nice , easy going tall girl &lt;/em&gt;captured the ball in her strong hands and let it fly over and inside the net ... the ball fly up in the air.. and soon.... reaching it rightful place that we thought... YiPpy... &lt;strong&gt;we scored&lt;/strong&gt;..... a minority of the band members there cheered at us... i felt that strong urge not to let down Band and instead... strives for it.....   the competition started again... with the red cross memebers felt even more determined than ever.. .wanting to beat us down.... but... with the ball always escaping their hands... it is difficult...  den.. the ball was wif Caroline (tall ,sporty gal in percussion section) threw the ball into the net and.... &lt;strong&gt;WE ScORe&lt;/strong&gt;...I can feel the joy in all our hearts that beated together as one.... soon.. at the second half of the game... my greatest nightmare came.... A sec 3 gal from red cross... highly expertise in the basketball... came in.... OH god.... BUT.. we musn't let this unexpectedly surprise beat us down... nah! NO way to them!..... we play more harshly and violently as before... with the senior... red cross was getting even with us... we have to fight back... with the last few moments of the game...we have to sustain.. so that we can win... we hold the ball as long as we could until we heard the most louding beep sound that rang thru my ears... and I cheered.... WE won the first round.. .we won.... to others.. it might not be a big deal.. but it is to me.... i felt so proud of band.... finally..... we won the first round..... it is definely not simply... in the past few matches... red cross VS hockeys (red cross win) den Band VS Basketball girls (they win)... den next we fight with red cross again.... and we won..... hurray again..... that won us the second postion.... it was very satisfying for us.. i must sae.... den next... again.... the BAsketball girls.... oh no.... tough match... with a lot of shouting....no such thing as giving way in that match.. no hestitation..... team work can be felt thru them..... wow!&gt;... but of coz.. they won.... but nvm.. its okae.... it is so obvious... through that game.... i suffer from bruiese and... its ok... BUT until now... the results is not even annouced... i felt so ... eerrr.. darn... so....damm it... i juz don noe how to explain... grr.... i gtg.... it is late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-109422242426481478?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/109422242426481478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=109422242426481478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/109422242426481478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/109422242426481478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2004/09/holidaysnahh.html' title='HoliDaYs?nAhh...'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-109212626411198118</id><published>2004-08-10T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T16:24:24.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AlwAyS LoOk On The BrigHt SidE Of Life..whoO. hoO .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really matters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for us to look on the bright side of life whenever we are feeling down or  lost or sad or whatever negative feelings inside you... this is very important for me as i go through this yet-to-come difficult ordeal of my entire life time.. I had noticed that i have a wonderfully inspirating ,brave parents who stood with the family alll this while.. i had notices this when this major problem&lt;em&gt;(so sorry.. confidentual)&lt;/em&gt; pop up of my life... i never had expect this problem to arise... hope this wil get betta each day... i hope very much... but, however, through this , i learnt to learn many kinda things i have yet to discover when i am still in my happy days of life... maybe this is a blessing in disguise... i &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;must not give up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; no matter what... i must achieve something to make my parents happy.. and i will.... i hope... i mean i must....(can'T be discouraged at this point of time)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-109212626411198118?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/109212626411198118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=109212626411198118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/109212626411198118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/109212626411198118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2004/08/always-look-on-bright-side-of-lifewhoo.html' title='AlwAyS LoOk On The BrigHt SidE Of Life..whoO. hoO .'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-109125452435793043</id><published>2004-07-31T05:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T14:15:24.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AmAzInG raCe in JuRonG AreA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes.. the Title about is absoutely true ...everywhere... now and then... we have to plan on  where to go.. and wil the time affected..  well.. you have to be physically fit.. coz there is a lot of running here and there..have to catch up wif the bus.. or rather.. know which bus to take to our destination... have to complete the quiz after the reaching our destination... and we have to think fast .. do fast and oso act fast... it is generally about your speed of your thinking.. your running.. your walking... this is really important for tht.. I think that i m the most useless one in my group coz i dont even noe which bus to take or where is ended to.. luckily ..i have a capable teacher and student from other school beside me.. Thank god!. We actually are at even timing wif the 1 of the group.. but when both of the group reach the destination.. the quiz was "  Perform a indian dance OR sing a malay song".. i was thinking which song to sing.. but... a girl from the other group seemed to be quick-witted... and oso ..erm.. how should i sae... is tht she is not shy about anyting.. she juz sang the malay song.. and off they goes... den we .. were like dilly dally all day.. asking one another to sing.. well ... it waste a lot of our time though... after... a boy juz sang.. and we passed.. and we waste time on deciding whether we should take a bus to the final point or run there... so we waited at the bus stop.. deciding.. this.. of course .. waste a lot of our precious time.. the dealine is getting nearer and near.... 10 minutes away... we decided to run... we ran like wild cavemens... and were like encouraging one another that we musn't give up...  time passed fast ... soon it is oni 3 minutes left... Do YOU think that we can  make it...  we were like hurry up... but it seems so fast.... Yes .. we reach it... BUt... our verifying card were not wif us.. Oh GOsh!... the other team whcih is at the back of us.. were chasing up and the verifying cards have finally came to our hands... but unfortunaly .. they catch up.. and they were in the 4th place.. whereas.. WE were in the 5th place.. but... we have sucessfully completed our station... Some groups which are in the top place of us.. did not complete their station.. so ... we did not give up hope... the results came....... ANd... we are in The 3RD place.. hurray.....  Nice one...  it is really a amazing race....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-109125452435793043?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/109125452435793043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=109125452435793043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/109125452435793043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/109125452435793043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2004/07/amazing-race-in-jurong-area.html' title='AmAzInG raCe in JuRonG AreA?'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-109110637536915550</id><published>2004-07-29T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T21:06:15.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CaN'T taKe It AnyMOre!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh&amp;nbsp; god, i think i have suffered from the greatest blow of my life.I don't suffer in physical way... but in inner - self of me. Lots of tests come together continously... LOts... i really want to take a rest...this is really too much for me... i cant take it anymore.. The school gives tests like no body 's business... but in the fact... it is the student's &amp;nbsp;businness.. i begin to understand why many student ask for transfers.. i could sae tht i m really stressed up at this point of life... Another problem that i m facing.. is perhaps confidentual... but.. i juz pour out my feelings in here.. now... things are still steadily stable.. but i can't&amp;nbsp;predict what will happen in future... i have to cut down all my expenses... and everything... i have to discipline myself.. and restrain myself from getting way too out of hand.. i must do it... i was really breathless in everything.. i have to slow down.. Let out one breath slowly at a time... learn to&amp;nbsp;know and live in life that i did not experience before... fortunally.. i have wonderful parents.. who think for us whenever they are.. i felt so lucky... i finally noe what does it mean by parts and puzzels of life.. i finally do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-109110637536915550?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/109110637536915550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=109110637536915550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/109110637536915550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/109110637536915550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2004/07/cant-take-it-anymore.html' title='CaN&apos;T taKe It AnyMOre!!!'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-109084713728124604</id><published>2004-07-27T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T21:05:37.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DeAR DiArY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Geez,.. i have noticed a song sang by my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sort-of-idol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... i think is beautifullly written.. i think it is a wonderful song... it really sometimes spells out the feeling when one have a crush on someone but..can't expose the tiny weeny secret to anyone but&amp;nbsp;her perfect diary... the lyrics goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw a boy and I wondered if he noticed&lt;br /&gt;me. He took my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;I can't get him off my mind and it scares me&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've never felt this way. No one in this&lt;br /&gt;world knows me better than you do, so diary I&lt;br /&gt;confide in you.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw that boy. As he walked by I thought&lt;br /&gt;he smiled at me. And I wondered does he know&lt;br /&gt;what's in my heart? I tried to smile, but I&lt;br /&gt;could hardly breathe. Should I tell him how I&lt;br /&gt;feel or would that scare him away? So Diary, tell&lt;br /&gt;me what to do, please tell me what to say.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;One touch of his hand now I can't wait to see&lt;br /&gt;that boy again. He smiled and I thought my&lt;br /&gt;heart could fly. Diary, do you think that we'll&lt;br /&gt;be more than friends? Yeah oh, I've got a feeling we'll&lt;br /&gt;be so much more than friends. oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isn't that beautiful? How i wish i can put this song in this webbie.. but unfortunaly.. i don noe how to do it... &lt;strong&gt;so if anyone noes how to put songs in this website to be heard.. please tell me how... Thanks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-109084713728124604?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/109084713728124604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=109084713728124604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/109084713728124604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/109084713728124604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2004/07/dear-diary.html' title='DeAR DiArY?'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-109041734425019361</id><published>2004-07-21T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T21:42:24.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FiTNesS MatTers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HelLo.. fitness &lt;strong&gt;INdEed&lt;/strong&gt; really matters.. Take that seriously... hehex... i hope that i passed my fitness test sucessfully..&amp;nbsp; Through now...&amp;nbsp; too-long-didnt-exercise resulted in me feeling my muscles ached all the time after the fitness test... well, the pain is wearing off now...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oh man! i deteriorated in my fitness.. maybe i am becoming weaker..Over the past few days.. i realized that i perhaps have changed a lot... Oh god... Today... IS A Big Bad Day... during some kinda of rehearsal, i got tick off after reminding MY SL to play louder... oh man.. isnt this ridiculous?MOreever... "tick"= some hokien (dialects) swearing words... oh man... do you know that i was disgusted by his actions... i hate it when ppl whom i m close wif , tell me off in some kinda of vulgaritys.... i HATE it.... with tht.. i willl get flustered very quicky... i don noe why... haiz... i stil have a whole loads of graphs to do... Got to go... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-109041734425019361?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/109041734425019361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=109041734425019361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/109041734425019361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/109041734425019361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2004/07/fitness-matters.html' title='FiTNesS MatTers!'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-109005028164116948</id><published>2004-07-17T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T15:44:41.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foUL pLaY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SobxX...Things were not what I expected. OUr team is not "enthu".. The referee made last minute changes.. And obviously... Our plan had to be change.. Well.. &lt;em&gt;this is really bad&lt;/em&gt;..&amp;nbsp; haiz..&amp;nbsp; The oppenent's team were tough.. they are trained in communication.. they&amp;nbsp;can read one another's mind.Strong... is the oni word i can describle them.For ours... our focus is all shatter apart... i was tryin to keep things in order... I hope to see a miracle.. We worked hard to keep the ball within our side... It was hard.. So it went to the other side fast enough...Den the other team threw their ball from the top of the court .. to the tip of the court.. It was clearly &lt;strong&gt;foUL... &lt;/strong&gt;but the referee did not raise any objection... My heart was so much want to debate furiously with the referee.. but I know.. I am at the losing side.. stUuupid.. never mind.. I continuing playing against the opponent...Trying to keep my&amp;nbsp; mind on focus... gRrr.. but whenever the ball was issued to us and one of my team member destroy the opportunity.. I was fumed up and scold the gal on the spot.. and I knew I was wrong.. but I can;t help it...&amp;nbsp;haiz...the first halve ended with 1 - 4... they defeated us terribly... den the secound halve started.. a shot of excitement run through my skin... I started playing.. and again.. from my perpective... they foul without referee having any objection... I was so much wanted to get rid of them.... and the ball fly from here to there.. and they goal... again... 1 - 5.... it was such a embarassment.. we have to buck up... we started working with our mind and body... Coordinating them together...we started with a stragety.. joann and I began to work together... and we pass... here and there .. within our arm lenght.. and shoot... &lt;strong&gt;gOaL! &lt;/strong&gt;great .. I thought.. things are seems to be turning....&amp;nbsp; so we use the same strategy.. and we throw... almost.. almost.... &lt;strong&gt;SCORE..&lt;/strong&gt;Yes! I thought..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3 - 5.... we are moving again... I think we are able to catch up... no matter wat.. &lt;strong&gt;we mUZ&lt;/strong&gt;.. deN we started going again.. to Our dismay... our opponent team use their "infamous" shot.. and... it fly.. zoom past the captain... and they failed to get it.. YES!... My heart leap with confidence again... we began playing.. shouting commands... and Jojo and I did our trade mark and pass to Aqrika... and she throw.. Yes.. &lt;strong&gt;another goal&lt;/strong&gt;... hiPPY... 4 -5... things are working now...&amp;nbsp; with the last few minutes...&amp;nbsp; the oppenent threw the ball .. and unfortunaly.. they goal... 4-6..&amp;nbsp; to tell ya the truth.. I was losing hope... a few more seconds.. we hope to create a miracle... and gOal.. oh no... NOoooo.... one of the oppenents 's team had slapped the bal; down.. and the game ended...&lt;strong&gt; final&amp;nbsp;results 4-6&lt;/strong&gt;... haiz... its okae... wonderful experience though....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638953-109005028164116948?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/109005028164116948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=109005028164116948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/109005028164116948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/109005028164116948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2004/07/foul-play.html' title='foUL pLaY!'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7638953.post-108998446017772573</id><published>2004-07-17T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T21:41:30.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tOxicAted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi.. This is my first time coming here. I personally think that this is a very good webby. I was so tired out today that hope I juz can shut my eyes and let me float in the outspace in my mind.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things are getting so stress up recently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.My class performed in Talent quest which I think that they done their best. THe dance was beautiful.I was so proud of my class.. hehex..i am not really implying that i am boasting&amp;nbsp;.. i juz want&amp;nbsp;my classmate who perform to know that i apreciate their affort...&amp;nbsp;a little lame through... Haiz.. but i was so shattered apart on our class's internal- conflict-- it was definely scary and not worth talking about.GEez.. caNt say much.On monday is our 2.4 , and also our NAPFA test which means physical fitness test.. i hope tht i can pass and improve.Futhermore, tml is my chinese focus test, i haven study YET and after .. it would be a inter-cca-captain ball... i Hope band win.. BAND must win.. we wil not let others despise band tht we cant make it.. we have to show others about wat we are capable of.. even though we are not strong in fitness, but i believe as long as we are &lt;strong&gt;strong in unity&lt;/strong&gt;... we are to be sure to beat the rest! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7638953-108998446017772573?l=toxicsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/feeds/108998446017772573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638953&amp;postID=108998446017772573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/108998446017772573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638953/posts/default/108998446017772573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicsun.blogspot.com/2004/07/toxicated.html' title='tOxicAted!'/><author><name>tOxIc sUn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17001688991516322797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
