<?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-11232622</id><updated>2011-08-04T03:53:09.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ET@home</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>320</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11232622.post-116264463370116815</id><published>2006-11-04T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T20:50:33.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>close, and counting down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us, may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If fortune drives the master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;George Graham Vest - c. 1855&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"For the time will come, where rivers will flow with blood, where lands will be scattered with corpses, where the air will reek of death and despair, and the future will look to the past, wondering where everything went wrong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-116264463370116815?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/116264463370116815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=116264463370116815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/116264463370116815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/116264463370116815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/11/close-and-counting-down.html' title='close, and counting down'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-116170474153246290</id><published>2006-10-24T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:45:41.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Humans are known for their superior intelligence, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what explanation, then, can there be for the actions humans carry out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destroying the environment, their home, their earth? unique to humans, i doubt other animals make it a conscious effort to destroy their own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fighting alongside their own species to destroy and kill their own species? unusual, but remarkably stupid once you think it over. humans fighing alongside other humans, their "brothers-in-war" to kill other humans, their "hated-enemy". simply astounding logic, on par with einstein's theory of relativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st person: you kill MY brother, i kill YOUR brother&lt;br /&gt;2nd person: you killed MY brother, so i killed YOUR brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply astounding, dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hunting animals to extinction, burning acres of trees, polluting the environment like free, killing their own kind with the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humanity will be its own downfall. and believe it, when the time comes when ppl are on the verge of death, they'll be blaming everyone around them for not doing smth to prevent it in the first place. and everyone will be thinking the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;humans are intellignet. yah right, if humans are smart, my dog is a genius bordering on godlike.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-116170474153246290?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/116170474153246290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=116170474153246290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/116170474153246290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/116170474153246290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/10/humans-are-known-for-their-superior.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-116065106033962048</id><published>2006-10-12T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T19:54:50.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes you just gotta "love" chinese</title><content type='html'>back after 2 months, what with all the answered tags and stuff. mah i'll jus reply all here ( in a show of pure utter lazniess). &lt;br/&gt;(in chronological order: &lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marj&lt;/strong&gt;: haha yeah, sorry bout replying after the 2nd hiatus&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jek&lt;/strong&gt;: lol not completely true, merely removed a layer, only to have another 2 more replace it&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jiayi&lt;/strong&gt;: what on earth gave you that idea that i was innocent? (atually i AM innocent), dont get me wrong though, i'm totally straight and i do NOT go around checking out guys. thanks&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shannon&lt;/strong&gt;: what an "astute" observation made once again... and yes, i finally came back and cleared up some webs.. so proud of myself now&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nick&lt;/strong&gt;: haha thanks. and a prediction for the week: nick will top the level for bio, and possibly 1 more subject. nick the chao mugger and super genius =) &lt;strong&gt;[jus realised i made a huge error. it was supposed to be chem, but ah heck knowing the genius i'm not surprised if nick tops chem AND bio..]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;/back to the topic/&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ain't life just evil. having to put up with a month of nothing but chinese after a killer round of EOYS.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;chinese (the subject) . a common enemy, perhaps? just the word makes my blood boil, as it does to a large majority of Singaporean students. (8 in 10 ppl agreed when asked.. 0.0)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;sure, doing cloze passage is a great way to test your linguistic capabilities, (&lt;i&gt;and a good way to test your luck when you dun understand the passage&lt;/i&gt;), doing comprehension aids in your understanding and analysis skills, (&lt;i&gt;and is the single greatest hand &amp;amp; finger muscle exercise ever invented by man, and therefore equipping most, if not all students with the strength to crush other people's hands - during a not so friendly handshake... self defence mechanism, yeah?&lt;/i&gt;). oh and lets not forget all those "morals" and "lessons" learned from the passages that we have been bombarded with since primary school. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ah yes, who can forget about all those "&lt;i&gt;nothing comes for free, we must work hard to reap rewards&lt;/i&gt;" and whatnot lessons, having read them for almost 10 years now. surely the ministry of education have better resources, and the supposed organs needed&lt;br/&gt; (i.e. eyes to see the student's sufferings, ears to hear the student's curses and brains to &lt;br/&gt;understand these not so subtle signs given off by generations of students).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;and so here we are, the current generation taking the new exam format, which delightfully spares us the need to memorise 4 years of chinese words, and also delightfully gives us more hand and finger muscle exercises. (all hail chinese...). and after this month, we will regrettably leave these hand and brain exercises behind and continue on with our life, while wishing the new generation of chinese studying students all the best.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;but enough of that. the chinese o levels are not over yet, we still have plently of exercises to overcome, and until that time comes, just hang in there =). remember, it is all thanks to chinese that we are able to crush the hands of other people in a handshake. and laugh at the look of agony on their faces.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-116065106033962048?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/116065106033962048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=116065106033962048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/116065106033962048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/116065106033962048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/10/sometimes-you-just-gotta-love-chinese.html' title='sometimes you just gotta &quot;love&quot; chinese'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-115556616428662274</id><published>2006-08-14T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:36:04.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>erh.. 1 month since i even tot of coming here? hmmm i guess i even forgot the interface of blogger, took me 5 mins to figure out how to get to this page.. geez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i here, after 1 month of neglection, 1 month of ignoring the kaopehs of  SOME PEOPLE, blah blah blah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i din get any inspiration. i'mjus here so i can escape the boredom of chionging SIP and RM at the same time. (which isn't even possible in the first place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have, absolutely nothing to tok abt. wow. amazing. apart from passing my chinese test, and nearly failing my LA test, and i predict i will fail my SS test, there's nothing much. unless u wanna hear the ultra trilogy of a 16 year old kid at a sikh wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i, for the 1st time in my life, led the buffet dinner charge. instead of being the last one. (its not my nature to charge when it comes to meals, unless its JUSTIFIED or i have a VALID reason to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i led it, coz i was SICK of waiting there for 5 min staring at the chiobu at the next table after the man announced tt dinner was open. and noone in the enitre ball room moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; eh wait, sry i was jus stoning, no chiobu... haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ahem, back to earth, as usual i wun update for a heck of a long time, and oso since its jus 49 more days to EOY, u can forget abt seeing me in the next few weeks. maybe i'll update one more time after EOY to announce how i screw it up or aced it by a godly miracle. (my aim is to beat janice in this exams. and i'll be damned if i give up without a fight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway since one ***************** said tt is was impolite to jus shut down my blog like that, heres the REPEAT statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be shutting down this thingy at e end of this year. to mark the end of VIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sry, depression taking its toll. i cant continue this anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-115556616428662274?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/115556616428662274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=115556616428662274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/115556616428662274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/115556616428662274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/08/erh.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-115271129742519780</id><published>2006-07-12T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:34:57.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent touched my blog for over a month now, and i'm surprised tt some ppl still come here in the first place. honestly, there are tons of blogs out there now. Besides, what do u expect me to say here? that my sucky-as-hell-life-is-screwed-and-so-am-i? hah my life is as boring as it gets, dunnid to kill others with the special "monologue of doom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world cup is over, it'll be back in 4 yrs time, in Africa (i got it correct right?) and hell, i bet there are some tt are already suffering from WC withdrawl. basically, they are missing the balls, the red cards, the ankle attacking and yes the use of heads in various ways, like heading, scoring and headbutting, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school life, basically hasn't varied a single bit. still the same wake-up-in-the-morning-and-curse-as-much-as-u-can style everyday of the week. lessons getting to be a real pain in the ass. sometimes, i jus feel like ponning school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its july. cool. 5 more months till J1. not like i'm looking forward to it.  end of year prom? oh god, i got a rather bad feeling abt it. bah, it would be good if i could be the invisible man. at least then it wun be so troublesome for me. invisibility paint anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its e crunch period guys. the time where the only thing tt matters is not failing ur exams. so much for e teenage life. and i finally realised that the last june holidays of my life as a teen are officially gone. no more holidays as of next yr onwards. after that? who heard of june hols in army camp? 0-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh. finally the tuesdays with morrie saga is over. stupid guy took damn long to die, but some rather interesting comments made in the movie. too bad i dun have a good memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk abt coincidence, my dad was asking me smth, and i said "forget it". and at the same time, someone signed online with the nick  "forget it". cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-115271129742519780?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/115271129742519780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=115271129742519780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/115271129742519780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/115271129742519780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/07/havent-touched-my-blog-for-over-month.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114987218638842444</id><published>2006-06-10T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T00:56:27.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>updating after god knows how long, and i havent visited my own blog for almost 2 weeks liao. (not that i care really, coz at e end of this year, i'm closing this blog. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i started at the start of VIP, and i will end it at the end of VIP] whether i start a new blog or not, i dunno, but i doubt many ppl will care anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by now everyone will be back from their respective trips, and i guess different ppl will have learnt different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? mostly i learnt how to avoid stepping on shit and how to stone more effectively. i also learnt that wallabies are insane shit generators, as are swans and deers. i swear my shoe will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the trip was fun in its own way, i learnt lots of other things, and saw lots of cool things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad my photos won't be that good, most of the nice stuff were night shots, and blame it on my hand and my camera, the pics were blurred as hell. i swear that the next time i change my camera i need one with OIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still i dont know what i wanna do in my future, (one of the purposes of the OZ trip was "self discovery".) maybe i havent found it yet, maybe i might never find it, who knows..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have nothing else to tok abt.&lt;br /&gt;its late now, and i wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;the world cup opening match has started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios, i probably wun update for another one to two weeks. jus have no mood to blog anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114987218638842444?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114987218638842444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114987218638842444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114987218638842444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114987218638842444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/06/updating-after-god-knows-how-long-and.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114846623037290479</id><published>2006-05-24T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:23:50.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2224/320/IMG%200120.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/2224/200/IMG%200120.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booklet of Postcards&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114846623037290479?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114846623037290479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114846623037290479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114846623037290479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114846623037290479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/05/booklet-of-postcards.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11394847513578347481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-540.friendster.com/e1/photos/04/59/11519540/8808173548529m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11232622.post-114823042145191701</id><published>2006-05-21T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T00:53:41.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken spiral. Fallen angel.</title><content type='html'>i have officially realised that i am SCREWED. Chem and all other shit (incl. maths ) are not completed.&lt;br /&gt;i have left them all to the last minute. (but then, thats what gives u the thrills rite? to chiong all at the last moment)&lt;br /&gt;yes excitement. adrenaline rushing through your blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very sory that i havent replied all e tags, coz i really havent checked my blog since e last time i posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i was busy slacking, lah, not like i wasn't doing anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw hell, now i'm just stuck in a tangle of emotions, each fighting for domination. so i'm pretty screwed up in the mind now.&lt;br /&gt;add that to the fact that i wun be sleeping 2day. plus the fact that my chem and maths project is quite screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fate does weird things to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this last week, i counted. i took 6 naps. 5 were interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;in total, i was interrupted 11 times, in 5 naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best was on tuesday. went for a short nap. 5 mins later, my cousin called asking for my father. i got pissed, but went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;5 mins later, someone calle again. pissed off, i went to sleep&lt;br /&gt;10 mins later, someone came to my house. i nearly blew up, but went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;5 mins later, someone called me on my hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like someone up there doesn't want me to have a good rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;is it really what i think it is? or am i being plain foolish?&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/11232622-114823042145191701?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114823042145191701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114823042145191701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114823042145191701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114823042145191701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/05/broken-spiral-fallen-angel.html' title='Broken spiral. Fallen angel.'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114736138623054127</id><published>2006-05-11T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:29:46.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>snore. somehow blogger is screwing up, (took me half an hr to finally be able to login)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrible horrible day. bad mood. screwed up almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to do anything. i'm busy as hell, yet i'm lazy like hell, and i've been slacking to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain shutdown liao lah, i cant even make myself concentrate during lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i can be glad that i'm finally clearing off most of my projects, now all i have to worry abt is the future. jus great. phy project is gonna be cleared, maths project is in the process of being cleared, bio project has long been cleared, but still ms low hasn't even come to collect it. RM is screwed up, i dun think it will be cleared anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, life just rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been acting like a f**ker these days. which is bad, i guess. all i've been doing is getting on other ppl's nerves and being a never ending source of irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to the 1001 people i've irritated this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;How could I ever forget? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm glad that you were here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;All this time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Always by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Therefore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I am willing to die for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Even if we are in heaven or hell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I knew we would always meet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;And be together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;For eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114736138623054127?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114736138623054127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114736138623054127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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body is struggling and it cant go on without the brain anwyay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mental exhaustion. or just that i dun care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired and crapped up. nv felt like this b4, nt even last yr. all these plus the compounded knowledge that we have just 7 more months, or in other words, 7 months minus all e holidays and stuff. plus the compounded pressure of choosing our subject combi, and ultimately our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all e usual homework and tests and projects as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian diao. maybe i shld just switch off. turn off e lights. shut down. and never wake up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114717997807426118?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114717997807426118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114717997807426118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114717997807426118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114717997807426118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-days-are-hard-to-put-into-words.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114683698006968575</id><published>2006-05-05T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T23:30:45.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lifeless people do lifeless things. i'm playing with 2 water balloons now, 1 red and 1 blue. wad more lifeless things can u think of doing besides playing with water balloons.&lt;br /&gt;(hell, my horoscope 2day said that i would be able to see the fun side of everything and everyone, and i'm discovering the fun side of water balloons now. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water balloons are nice anyway, i have half a mind to make 8 more so that i have 10 to play with. SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching GE results on TV now. some of u may find it ironic, but in 4-5 months this is the 1st time i'm turning on the TV, and i've skipped all my favourite movies for the past 5 months. and the time i turn on the TV, is to watch the remarkably BORING ge result telecast. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that means that now i'm playing with water balloons, watching the GE and also, playing a small game from &lt;a href="http://www.freeonlinegames.com"&gt;www.freeonlinegames.com&lt;/a&gt; . ultimately lifeless, and the perfect way to round off your saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling spas now, its all becoz of the scrambled egg i ate for dinner (did i ever tell u that eating eggs make me feel abit spastic?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway its so damn depressing, coz i'm in a great class , but i'm not feeling so great myself, coz the class is full of super geniuses and ppl who are super pro at what they are interested in (i.e. CCA) . in other words, i'm probably amongst the most useless ppl in the class, coz i'm not good at anything.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, i havent found anything that i'm good at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(its obvious that i'm trying to delude myself into thinking that i can actually do smth, when the reality is that i cant do anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;don't you get that feeling that u're not needed or wanted in this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frikkkkkk, i have so many things to do (i'm totally ignoring my elective report and my LA task) and i'm still slacking here (one of the main reasons why i'm screwing up all my subjects)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frik frik frik frik. &lt;em&gt;p.s. its 7 months before we gotta part. treasure your remaining time here and dun end up regretting not doing what u ought to have done earlier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and if u're feeling lifeless, try water balloons!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114683698006968575?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114683698006968575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114683698006968575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114683698006968575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114683698006968575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/05/lifeless-people-do-lifeless-things.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114637964558070723</id><published>2006-04-30T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T14:47:25.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>where the f*** has sanity gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of u who are still stuck on high orbit from the open house, come back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget all those things u said abt VIP being the best blah blah blah. coz its officially back to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio and chem "test" coming right up.&lt;br /&gt;projects all over the house (bio, phy, maths, RM, and SIP for those who want to do it)&lt;br /&gt;and throw in elective as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad right? wait there's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese zuo wen.&lt;br /&gt;maths assignment&lt;br /&gt;physics assignment&lt;br /&gt;SS task coming right up&lt;br /&gt;LA task coming right up&lt;br /&gt;LA assignment coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah i'm not complaining. i'm beyond that already. jus a lot of cursing and a simple resignation that i'll be spending the next few days without sleep, and make myself more shagged than i probably have ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my last record was 3 days straight, and then i almost died)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open house was quite ok, it went smoothly except for the mass dance and cheers where ppl competed for the "loudest scream award"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah i have no more time to talk abt such mundane stuff when i should be preparing for my death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114637964558070723?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114637964558070723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114637964558070723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114637964558070723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114637964558070723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-f-has-sanity-gone-to-for-those.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114623576221992905</id><published>2006-04-28T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T22:49:22.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lifeless. drained. i cant think properly. i tink i might be dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a sucker when it comes to songs with catchy tunes. &gt;&lt; ("hold on" from the princess diaries soundtracks is quite nice, on another note. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sunset was really nice 2day, almost blood-red. i would have taken a really nice pic, if not for the fact that my cam was at home. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad cant use the com for nuts. it always screws up on him, and he cant ever burn a CD unless i'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA quiz training 2day was horrible horrible horrible horrible and horrible. 4 hrs (3-7 pm) of looking at words which have at least 4 or 5 syllables, with some reaching a max of 8. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;the notes will make good bedtime reading materials, instant 5 minute knockout. satisfaction guaranteed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June trip draws closer by the day, my parents are worrying about the temperature, even though i have told them a billion times, "i'm immune to cold. heat is my main weakness."&lt;br /&gt;(oh shit, i forgot to monitor the currency x-change. shit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elective 2day. e last lesson. now all i have to worry abt is the delightful report. (i jus totally love doing the elective report and i'm sure that the others in my elective (sarah diane and darren) would share my sentiments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum is addicted to da chang jin now and coz of that my dad went to borrow the dvd set from his fren and coz of THAT, it has become my DUTY to burn the damn dvd. (1 freaking hr per dvd is NOT FUNNY)&lt;br /&gt;there are 14 dvd, and that equates to 14 goddamn hrs. wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open house 2morow. for me it'll be a morning of slacking. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like sleeping and not waking up ever again. i jus wanna live in a world of dreams. (its a daily struggle for me to get out of the bed anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and a random reminder, it'll be 8 months till e end of our great adventure. and the beginning of another whole new adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;ok fine this post was bullshit, and it reflects my lifelessness, and obviously i'm not thinking coherently now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;html sucks. flash and dreamweaver sucks. i hate making websites :(((&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114623576221992905?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114623576221992905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114623576221992905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114623576221992905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114623576221992905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/04/lifeless.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114597207646000412</id><published>2006-04-25T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:34:36.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many things that i could complain about that i totally dunno how to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i shouldn't start at all. i'm too tired to moan about "101 things under the sun" anyway, with a horribly exhausting day in school and a horrible ending to a horrible day.&lt;br /&gt;(what better way to end a spastic day than PE?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catching ants. (-_- yes its lame, but fun. and quite fulfiling when u finally catch one of those confounded earth creatures.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing volleyball in the corridor. (flying balls, dropping balls, and all the works that can only happen when u're playing volleyball in a corridor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreaming during lessons (common scene these days, no comments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping during lessons (maybe its common, just that i'm sleeping too so i dun see others sleeping, OR those who are sleeping are damn pro, and i cant see them sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah i cant type or think coherently now. maybe i shld go and get an mc and sleep through the whole of 2morow, coz i would totally love that break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(issit just me or is blogger.com taking super long to load?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114597207646000412?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114597207646000412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114597207646000412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114597207646000412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114597207646000412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-many-things-that-i-could-complain.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114518736727117714</id><published>2006-04-16T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T19:36:07.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>where have phone manners gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit, these days ppl simply forget what they were taught since young : when on the phone, at least observe simple manners. (esp if friends of your parents call and u are the suay one to pick up the phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happens at least 3 times a week to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ring ring.&lt;br /&gt;i'm running to get the phone.....&lt;br /&gt;pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;ME:     "hello?"&lt;br /&gt;caller: "ah kow ah? eh........... yada yada yada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this totally pisses me off. when they finish their bullshit,&lt;br /&gt;me:     "pls hang on,"&lt;br /&gt;caller: "hah? orh, call ah kow......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the hell have phone manners gone to? danit, even my friends who call me have better manners. come to think of it, even my dog has better manners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114518736727117714?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11232622.post-114468164698769466</id><published>2006-04-10T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:07:27.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>monday blues. monday and tuesday are the total worst days. dun feel like going to school, dun feel like studying, dun feel like handing in assignments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio ....... i feel like a fool now that i realised how many ppl actually asked for extensions and actually got one.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel even more like a fool when those who did not get extensions have the nerve to come and ask me for my assignment when they were the ones laughing at me when i was chionging my assignment in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is divided into 2 types of people. fools and hopeless fools. we are all fools in one way or another, but hopeless fools (like me) are the ones that are the worst of the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopelessly chionging RM proposal now, wondering about LA SIP and physics project now, killing myself over elective assignment now, wondering how i'm gonna finish my SS now, wondering how to settle the bio project now, wondering how to bring back my CA1 report card with so many cockups now. and i just started to wonder about the maths test 2morow. and i'm gonna start wondering about the maths project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just go and sleep. take things as they come.&lt;br /&gt;no use destroying brain cells over the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the moon is realy a beautiful thing. come to think of it, its the only thing that we can all look at ,regardless of the distance between us, and proudly proclaim that we are looking at the same thing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11232622.post-114451594752840475</id><published>2006-04-09T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T01:05:47.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beer, wine and some unknown liquor do not go well together. how do i know? coz i learnt it the hard way 2day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tipsy tipsy i'm feeling tipsy (cant sleep, cant study, cant stone, wtf can i do?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the drunk feeling cant help me get rid of the feeling that i'm in deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio assignment on monday, chinese zuowen on monday, RM rpoposal on monday, maths quiz on tuesday, bio project on friday.&lt;br /&gt;tralalala the great thing is, i've slacked so much the past week, that i havent even completed a single one of the above yet. the most i've done is for the zuowen, which is a mere pathetic 1 page of pure bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should go and down some more beer. or some wine. or jus overdose myself in a mixture of wine and beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh if only i could cuddle down on my bed and sleep through the rest of the year. i'd give almost anything for that to become reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, next week will be hell. its jus a random remark, but believe me, drunk ppl make very accurate predictions. lalalalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114451594752840475?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114451594752840475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114451594752840475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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laughter. 2day i found a really good one, and i decided, this everybody should read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insanity, or bad science, or amazing truths, u decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONSCIOUSNESS OF PLANTS&lt;br /&gt;Cleve Backster has done some very enlightening experiments with plants. After noticing that a plant was a little droopy and needed water, he decidedto try an experiment to see how long it would take for the plant to receivethe benefits of the water. He attached a pair of polygraph electrodes to one of the plants and noticed an immediate reaction.He wondered if the plant would react to a threat to its safety, and decided to try burning one of its leaves. Before he could even locate a match, therecording pen went wild. It was clear that the plant had, in some manner,perceived the threat to its safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backster has also done research with vegetables. Electrodes were attached to three different kinds of fresh vegetables. Then someone chose one of the vegetables to be dropped into boiling water. The one selected registers onthe graph paper a sudden upward sweep, followed abruptly by a straight line indicating 'unconsciousness.'  In other words, it faints. The other vegetables show no change until the first vegetable is boiled, then they respond with sympathetic agitation. Eggs also 'faint' when it has been mentally decided to pick them up and break them - and they register a'nervous' response when another egg is actually broken nearby. Because of this response, he believes that one should notify the food in advance that it is about to be eaten, so that it can put itself into a protective and painless faint. Ancient Tibetan monks used to apologize aloud to the food before they prepared it or ate it. Perhaps this is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Backster had an appointment with a woman who wanted to observe some of his plant demonstrations. When he hooked the plants to electrodes there were no readings on the graph paper. It was as if they had fainted at the moment the woman had knocked on the door. In talking with her he discovered that her job was to collect plants and bake them in the lab to get their dryweight. The frightened plants had picked up this information and fainted at sensing danger from her. Immediately after she left, the plants began to exhibit normal patterns on the graph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one experiment, six police officers drew lots to determine who would be the 'killer.'  He then uprooted one of the two plants who had been next to one another for several months in the lab. The 'killer' ripped the leaves off the plants, and in other ways violently murdered it. A few hours later, five of the officers entered the room, one at a time, where the 'witness plant'was attached to an electrode. The plant continued to trace it's normal pattern on the chart, showing no response. But when the officer who murdered the plant's friend entered the room, the witness plant immediately reactedwith a strong 'agitation' response. Although plants have no nerves, they have been shown by Backster's testing to exhibit definite and sympathetic responses to the beneficent or malevolent events occurring to living plants, animals and humans in their vicinity, and at a distance. Because they lack 'sense' organs, their responses cannot be defined as 'sensory impressions.'  They must be defined as evidence of a life force field as yet unsuspected and unrecognized by orthodox scientists, but known for eons to metaphysicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from : &lt;a href="http://www.askclaudia.com/december1999.htm"&gt;http://www.askclaudia.com/december1999.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad will ppl say abt plants next? that plants can talk, just that humans cant understand it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in search of more sources of humour. talkingcock.com has some nices ones too, like the newest post, "THE GOHFATHER". its quite a refreshing read, only if u've got some time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so damn lifeless now, without any homework to chiong. (bio and chinese compo 2 are NOT homework that we need to chiong, its still quite long b4 we need to hand them up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"even wolves do not abandon their own kind."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114415565761395060?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114415565761395060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114415565761395060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114415565761395060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114415565761395060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/04/bio-research-i-have-to-admit-is-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114407512869746279</id><published>2006-04-03T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:38:49.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**censored**&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm seriously i gtg liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[sianed] silverwolf says:&lt;br /&gt;NOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[sianed] silverwolf says:&lt;br /&gt;u musnt go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[sianed] silverwolf says:&lt;br /&gt;unless ur gf is waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**censored**&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;i still believe u finish ur zuo wen liao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[sianed] silverwolf says:&lt;br /&gt;then i shal,l not impede u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**censored**&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;not my GF LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**censored**&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;go die la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[sianed] silverwolf says:&lt;br /&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**censored**&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;its my senior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**censored**&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;i neeed to ask him when is the form due&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[sianed] silverwolf says:&lt;br /&gt;UR SENIOR AT UR HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being spastic as usual, and the person in this convo will probably try to have me murdered before the day is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to those i snapped at this morning, i was in a really f**ked up mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t42 session got me depressed as usual.&lt;br /&gt;its this part of ur life where the biggest decisions are made. whethr ur life ends up being a cockup or smth else, depends on ur choice now. no 2nd chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*my dog is afraid of thunder. whining like crazy this afternoon when it was raining)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pointless pointless, this post is pointless. i'm wasting my time here anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114407512869746279?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114407512869746279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114407512869746279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114407512869746279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114407512869746279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/04/censored-ok-nvm-seriously-i-gtg-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114389579822709972</id><published>2006-04-01T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:49:58.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sianed. totally sianed. i feel murderous. (jkjk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS sports day was, effectively, a complete cockup.&lt;br /&gt;the rain saw to that.&lt;br /&gt;so VS guys ran havoc in VJ. i was hunted down by 5 of my old frens, plus another 4 frens of my frens and another 6  frens of the frens of my fren. which is like, wtf. (i need to hone my e &amp; e [escape and evasion] skills)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow ppl whom i dun even recognize hapily waltzed into our class and did their homework on OUR sofa. (bastards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cashflow. the game was fun. the money was cool. the rats and cheese were neat. but i think they spent way too long on the lecture part. so for the better part of my morning, my brain was on shutdown.&lt;br /&gt;sianed. i think money will be the thing that reduces humans back to prehistoric standards. it will be the demise of humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my dad wants me to help him dl some songs. OLD songs. ancient songs. songs dating back to 1989. and songs by anita mui or smth along that line. oh the AGONY. THE HORROR. TORMENT.&lt;br /&gt;i feel murderous again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bittorrent speeds are at an all time low of 0-1 kbps, sometimes reaching a max of 5 kbps. anyone who uses 512kbps singtel unlimited broadband ? if ur speed is as bad, i'm calling up singtel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite obviously this post is POINTLESS and if u read it, u're probably thinking that i lead a very sad life. which isn't that far from the truth. so yes. enjoy whats left to enjoy and prepare for the impending outbreak of bird flu.&lt;br /&gt;(did u know that tuberculosis is starting to spread again? supposedly there are 2 new super drug resistant strains which are lethal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy april's fool day. (no i'm serious abt the tuberculosis thingy, it was in the newspaper 2day) ( REALLY I'M SERIOUS!!!!!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114389579822709972?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114389579822709972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114389579822709972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114389579822709972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114389579822709972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/04/sianed.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114373054703503810</id><published>2006-03-30T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:11:54.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LA test = fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as quoted from wenshu :" study oso fail, dun study oso fail" (or smth along that lines)&lt;br /&gt;which i came to realise, is very true. coz i cant do LA for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;kuhn sucks.&lt;br /&gt;popper is gay&lt;br /&gt;descartes is a moron&lt;br /&gt;newton is a freak who's responsible for almost all of our present day suffering. (he's the one who brought about the 3 laws thingy anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a side note, derrida is a monkey and so is galileo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i typing such a pointless post? afterall we have an OVERLOAD of homework due 2morow, all of which i conveniently do not know how to do.&lt;br /&gt;which implies copying. i'm sure there's at least someone out there who will PLEASE lend me their work, coz i'm a dumbass and i dunno how to do my work (pleading eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been slacking too much these days. sat is the cashflow thing. how i wish we had real money to play with....&lt;br /&gt;next week helmsman week. starting with yoga. (oh yes i can just imagine. 119 students doing yoga together. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm addicted to J-pop and K-pop now. shouldn't have dl-ed from isohunt, now i cant stop humming the songs from utada and BoA. i dun understand a word, buts it still beats english songs anyday ^^ (shannon might violently object to this, but wad the heck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my bittorrent is freaking slow damnit. averaging speeds of 1-5kbps for the past few days. which is realy obscene, coz here, i'm dealing with files of at least 500mb, if not up to 3gb. and this speed will get me nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have half a mind to call up singtel and launch another complaint abt the tel. line in my house (its the one responsible for these speeds) in fact, if this keeps up i WILL call them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for some unknown reason, on some unknown impulse, i signed up for the pet photo thingy. which is ..................... coz i dun have any really nice pics of my dog. and in nice, i mean with his fur fully grown. coz my dad had him shaved a month or 2 back, so now he still doesn't have all his fur back, and he doesn't look as nice. BLAH. 6 ppl from out class signed up. why the hell did i sign up in the first place???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS sports day 2morow at VJ. which means i have a chance to meet my old frens and suan them. muwahahaha. maybe i'll bring them to class( if possible, they're begging me to smuggle them out of school so they can go home -_-""")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm slightly freaked out, and maybe my house ain't all that clean (yes i tink someone said that before, i tink it was wuyue and ruiqi). late nights freak me out these days.&lt;br /&gt;and yes my parents are a lil worried too. my mum went up jus a while ago to check smth.&lt;br /&gt;BLAH i dun like to tok abt such stuff. no not at this time of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(turns up volume of music. now blasting out "wait and see" by utada hikaru, coz music keeps me calm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i might be a little afraid. who isn't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114373054703503810?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114373054703503810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114373054703503810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114373054703503810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114373054703503810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/03/la-test-fail-as-quoted-from-wenshu.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114347307265710808</id><published>2006-03-27T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:24:32.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>useless piece of crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;somethings were never meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've managed not to sleep in class since school started this year. but it seems that from now on, thats gonna change.&lt;br /&gt;just as well that i'm sitting at the back of the class in a corner.&lt;br /&gt;last year was complete horror, esp when i'm right in front of the teacher and i keep sleeping. (i know i looked damn spastic, alot of ppl told me that last year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i'm on that topic, i ought to thank those who helped to keep me awake as far as possible last year. dunno wad would have become of me without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm starting to get bored of lessons again. physics is the only one where i dun feel like sleeping. maybe physics is all that i can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant do bio for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;i cant do chem for nuts&lt;br /&gt;i cant do anything else for nuts (except maybe a little bit of LA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm actually VERY useless. no CCA achievements since i came to VJ, while some others have like, a WHOLE list of achievements already.&lt;br /&gt;no other notable achievements to speak of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might as well go and sell tissue paper at bedok interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(really, where on earth would u find a use for a good for nothing who keeps trying to figure out the relativity thingy during LA?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i just don't know who i really am. i'm a purposeless soul roaming the earth, aimlessly seeking out something that doens't even exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; useless goddamnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114347307265710808?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114347307265710808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114347307265710808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114347307265710808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114347307265710808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/03/useless-piece-of-crap.html' title='useless piece of crap'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114312533953020429</id><published>2006-03-23T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:20:06.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>私は残念である.&lt;br /&gt;私はそれを結局作れるかもしれない.&lt;br /&gt;私は実際に試みたが、多分原料の親切なそれから成っていない公正である&lt;br /&gt;多分次の生命に、私達は道を再度交差させるかもしれない.&lt;br /&gt;多分そして、私は準備ができている&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GAY AH]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there's no such thing as a happy ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everything will end in sorrow, thats the way life is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but if we could just find the joy within that sorrow, just maybe, life would become better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;indeed nothing lasts forever. But if posible, if i could only have 1 moment to last forever, i'd pick this moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in 9 months time, we would part. then in 2 yrs and 9 months time, we would part again. after that, there would be no more partings for we would probably have all parted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but maybe, in the other world, we might just meet again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS A VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: YAP ZHENG CHEN (AKA GOD) HAS CHANGED HIS BLOG TO : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://unrealme.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://unrealme.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE PLEASE GO AND CHECK IT OUT ASAP. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ZC would have anounced it had he not been busy humming his favourite song, but he's busy now so i'll help him out this time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well SOME say my blog is seditious (u know who u are) and some are not happy with the above statement (U know who u are too). i say its freedom of expression. and my posts are hardly directed at anyone, nor does it insult anyone in particular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually i have someone i really want to curse at right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn YOU *******. (you know who u are too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"i'll opt for e take out pls. less chilli. thnx"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114312533953020429?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114312533953020429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114312533953020429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114312533953020429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114312533953020429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114303874797261948</id><published>2006-03-22T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:45:48.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;when u look up in the night sky, at the moon and the stars, u might come to wonder, if soemone else in some other place might just be doing the exact same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;regardless of the distance, regardless of the opstacles, your hearts may just connect, your thoughts may just flow, and you may just be comforted by the fact that u're not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boredom. LA is getting boring again, i wish mr koh would go on more about the theories on relativity.. those were probably the only lessons where i truly had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese was jus nuts. all the answers look the damn same, and i was hungry and COLD. my stomach was growling and my hands were like ice. (i swear i heard other ppl with growling stomachs too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS, gotta print out own notes now. still very wordy, but it seems that there are more points and less paragraphs now. but i still wasted lots of ink :(( &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and ms toh's ppt skills IMPROVED ALOT)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my dog is okay now :)) he can wag his tail normally and he can jump quite high now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i was toking to my fren abt bird flu and HFMD. we betted on how long it would take for both to hit singpore. he bet april or may. i bet august or september. but anyway it'll hit sooner or later. so wad's my attitude? ENJOY LIFE WHILE U CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm enjoying life now, but still...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114303874797261948?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114303874797261948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114303874797261948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114303874797261948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114303874797261948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-u-look-up-in-night-sky-at-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114286507206779382</id><published>2006-03-20T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:50:00.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>私はとても悲しい&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my dog is sick and his tail hurts. now he cant wag his tail :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*looks so pitiful standing there now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored i cant think of anything to blog about. jus another boring day in a boring life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114286507206779382?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114286507206779382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114286507206779382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114286507206779382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114286507206779382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/03/now-my-dog-is-sick-and-his-tail-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114269695034154145</id><published>2006-03-18T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T23:49:10.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>나를 죽이십시요. 나의 불행을 끝내십시요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Töten Sie mich. Beenden Sie mein Elend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuez-moi. Finissez ma misère&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uccidalo. Concluda la mia miseria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Убейте меня. Закончите мою нищету&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Máteme. Termine mi miseria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私を殺しなさい。私の悲惨さを終えなさい&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate flu. i hate my nose. i hate having allergic bouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the 2nd last day of holidays. i'm rotting to death, i'm starving to death (too lazy to look for food), i'm sneezing to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i just have 1 more day before school reopens and i have another thing to complain about. schoolwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complaining about boredom is sorta boring after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;多分私は決して私がずっと昔に言うべきであるものを言うチャンスを持っていなかった. 多分私にちょうど決してそれを言う内臓がなかった. 今私はそれを言わないことを後悔していない.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;私は残念である.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114269695034154145?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114269695034154145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114269695034154145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114269695034154145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114269695034154145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114257995927101581</id><published>2006-03-17T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:27:54.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm rotting to death</title><content type='html'>holidays = boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;term 1 was fine. hope term 2 will be as good or even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a completely different matter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow every once in a while, when i see something happening, it suddenly strikes me that this scene was similar, if not identical to one that i had seen in a dream. not the day before, but many days, or even weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about seeing the future. maybe its possible? or maybe its your mind playing tricks with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get these very often. too often sometimes. but damnit, at least show me something useful. dun show me ordinary scenes from a boring day, show me smth that may save a person's life, or maybe show me something from an exam so i can stop failing and get good marks for once. i dun need to see a scene with 2 people talking or waddeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i could train myself for such things. life would be sooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and  i wish i would stop getting prank calls. i pick up the phone at 11+ in the night, and the person on the other line hangs up. not once, not twice, but many times. waddeva. jus hope its a prank call and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my dog rox and i wanna learn how to speak doggy language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;u're not alone. not yet, at least.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114257995927101581?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114257995927101581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114257995927101581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114257995927101581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114257995927101581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-rotting-to-death.html' title='i&apos;m rotting to death'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114226133211008923</id><published>2006-03-13T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:52:49.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;let go of the past. forget about revenge. just live on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;sometimes trying to get rid of a memory isn't easy. same for changing yourself. the more u try, the harder it gets. and the more  you realise how foolish you've been.  u can never get rid of a bad memory anyway. no matter how hard u try, it's still there. somewhere in that sea of memories. waiting to surface, in your darkest, most private moments. waiting to torment you in your sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;some people may resort to changes. changing themselves.  hiding themselves behind artifical beings that they have created. but its no use trying to convince yourself that its ok, that u can always run away, coz the fact is, you cant. either u face it, or u become its slave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;its not easy sometimes, to face something u've always been running from. but thats why u have frens. to support you, to encourage you. but they cant solve your problems for u. u have to solve it for yourself, to try and control those memories that u cant erase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;in the end, u're still somewhat alone. and when u see everyone around you looking so cheerful, u get upset. more often than not, u fail to realise, everyone has his/her own problems.  the realisation dawns, that  u're the ultimate fool, u're the weak one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder about what would probably happen on the last day of this year. (okok i shall not dwell on this topic anymore, if not other ppl start crying and get depressed and everything, then i kenna hell liao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; no lah i stopped so that i will stop crying and stop having depressing thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i crying in the first place? issit coz i'm listening to old NDP songs? (yes i'm so patriotic that i'm actually listening to them, and i gotta admit, the old ones generally rock compared to the new ones.&lt;br /&gt;they've got a catchy tune and the lyrics are capable of reducing a cold hearted person like a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;PAP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;politician to tears when they see the entire crowd stand up and sing the song together, waving those pathetic plastic flags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(have u ever wondered why u see so many babies and small kids waving the flags with such sweet smiles? thats coz they don't know what the hell is going on, and they don't know wad they're waving in the first place. if they knew more about wads going on, they would feel like stepping on and burning the thing they're waving so enthusiastically right now) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit now i cant get those song tunes out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i remember in primary school NDP celebrations, when they would blast the songs on the PA system and we would just blabber along, no matter how hard the music teachers tried to teach us the lyrics beforehand, even printing them out for us. by the first 5 minutes, most of the class will just be singing different lines at different speeds, resulting in beautiful *music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in VS, everyone would gather in the parade square (the new VS), where the main attraction(if i remember correctly) was the famous Mr Chia. (Chia RAWKS!!!!) then when the songs started being played some ppl would start waving flags and run around the parade square and the link bridge at speeds that would have shocked the school sprinters into silence.then more and more people would start joining the running ppl until too many patriotic ppl clogged up the staircase in their haste to go to the link bridge. then Chia would come in as the hero and prevent ppl from being trampled to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sob sob) i'm so patriotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(why hasn't the PAP sent me a letter inviting me to join the young PAP?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all that i talked about relate to past memories which bring back the topic about parting, which brings about more tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its true u don't appreciate smth until its well and truly gone (applies for ppl too). then all u have are your memories to dwell on, and eventually u'll lose those memories, and then that important part of your childhood would be gone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling damn sad now, i have upgraded to insanity version 1.02, and i'm stuck with NDP songs in my head. absolutely great.&lt;br /&gt;now how about i go and dream about LKY and his youthful exploits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this post might or might not seem offensive, but the writer (the dog of ** Siglap ****, the ever-adorable Japanese Spitz) has asked me to assure everyone that all he wants is peace and harmony. so yah.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11232622-114226133211008923?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114226133211008923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114226133211008923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114226133211008923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114226133211008923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/03/let-go-of-past.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114199722114748116</id><published>2006-03-10T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:15:16.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/1600/everready.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/320/everready.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;insanity 1.0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going nuts. cant get myself to start work. cant get myself to concentrate. everytime i try i get distracted. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday gloom. i dun believe it. 1 day into the holiday and i'm already feeling it. for some reason i miss school. damnit i'm probably nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again i keep thinking about what will happen at the end of the year. i'm gonna get really wierd feelings. in fact i'm already getting them. happy? sad? somewhere in between? cant describe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine. after chinese O levels and EOYs everyone will be celebrating with the knowledge that its the end of the 2nd yr of VIP. just like in primary 6. celebrating the end of PSLE in the knowledge that its probably the last few times that we'll be together as a class celebrating, coz a complete reunion of the whole class in the future is almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this time it'll be different? who knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then its on to worrying abt future. damn. ppl start asking what they wannabe. or question what they already want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then A levels. then again the splitting of a class. even 2 years together is enuff for a strong enuff bond to develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, the splitting is really gonna be permanent. ppl go their separate paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm getting these thoughts now instead of focusing on how to do my work. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW U UNDERSTAND WHY I SAID I'M GOING NUTS????????????&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/11232622-114199722114748116?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114199722114748116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114199722114748116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114199722114748116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114199722114748116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/03/insanity-1.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11232622.post-114182440514950451</id><published>2006-03-08T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:20:04.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they are finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was killing myself over the tests this morning. the whole class was like mugging, (but as sarah puts it in her blog, mugging is not a very positive word) or rather studying ... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study until want to die liao. then marianne said ,at least 2day got no lessons, since its tests all the way (except for LA). our table was laughing like crazy sia. then other ppl think we abit siao liao, before test laugh until like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway its all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking with my fren over msn then we stared talking about dying in war. (as in whether the pilots, soldiers or sailors die more horribly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite interesting, i found out so many more ways to die in war. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THESE COMMENTS ARE NOT MEANT TO INSULT OR MOCK SOLDIERS IN ANYWAY, AND ARE PURELY THE RESULT OF A SUPER STRESSED OUT STUDENT THINKING IN WARPED WAYS. THE AUTHOR OF THIS POST WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY ILLFEELINGS GENERATED IN ANY WAY BY THIS POST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the soldiers have it quite hard. they get shot, and if its not a killer shot, the fall down, bleed, scream and shout , and hope the goddamn medic comes fast.&lt;br /&gt;but in a chaotic situation, the medics ususally dao these people. why? coz these people who have the energy to scream like that, should by right have enough energy to hold on and bear with the wound.&lt;br /&gt;so the medics rush to those that are more critically wounded(aka unconscious or too weak to shout), and leave the screaming ones to hurl obscenities at their backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pilots have it easier. if its a missile and u failed to evade or throw it off your tail, then its just a boom before u die. quick and easy. dun even need to worry abt cremation. the explosion does it for u.&lt;br /&gt;if u're gunned down or shot down by flak, fair enuff u might bleed and scream, or u might eject and land in some unknown godforsaken part of the battlefield, but there are lots of possibilities for dying in that situation. (mostly quick deaths, dun worry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sailors probably have it the worst.&lt;br /&gt;u're in the middle of the ocean on a battlecruiser with no land in sight. suddenly a shell hits your ship and part of ur ship explodes. ppl jump into the water, screaming and burning, or they get blasted into the water, or they disintegrate in the explosion.&lt;br /&gt;the others run about and make lots of noise. and try to fight back against an enemy u cant see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ur ship sinks and u escaped the blast from the shells, then u're left to die in the ocean, and either u're rescued by ur allies (lucky bastards) or u get taken as POWs. or u simply are not rescued. which is another way to say, DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u're in a sub, and the sub sinks. good luck to you. if u are not rescued, and u have limited air and supplies, u have that period of time b4 u die to moan and reflect on how miserable ur life has been, and why the hell u're stuck in this goddamn chunk of metal in the 1st place. or if u're lucky, u drown. or maybe u're stuck in a part of the sub and noone knows u're there.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe if u're deep enuff the sub cant take the pressure. so boom goes the sub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't war interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth sia i have nothing better to do. wad with the inter VIP games and the VIP open house and all the other stuff coming up.and homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;YES HOMEWORK. PEOPLE PLEASE DO NOT FORGET TO DO YOUR HOMEWORK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*do ur work so i can copy before we hand up ^^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;THANKS IN ADVANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:78%;" &gt;maybe u never knew. or maybe i din make it obvious enuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114182440514950451?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114182440514950451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114182440514950451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114182440514950451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114182440514950451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/03/they-are-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114174396130860800</id><published>2006-03-07T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:06:01.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day in paradise</title><content type='html'>cry cry. sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach home. argue with parents.&lt;br /&gt;go and mug.&lt;br /&gt;come out of room. kenna nag (as if i not stress enuff).&lt;br /&gt;go back and mug.&lt;br /&gt;before sleep. argue with parents (nag until i cannot tahan liao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf wad am i doing here? 2morow want to die liao and i'm still here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;knnbccb. wad a f*** up. goddamnit. screw off. f***ing go and die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114174396130860800?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114174396130860800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114174396130860800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114174396130860800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114174396130860800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-in-paradise.html' title='a day in paradise'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114154556735416158</id><published>2006-03-05T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T22:04:48.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11</title><content type='html'>think your day was spastic? u really think your day was spastic? well i cant really think of anything more spastic than being spammed with the SAME email dunno how many times. and really it was a chain email which was equally spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like murdering those clowns that started the message. but its "interesting" nonetheless, so i shall waste some time typing out the spas email here and let u realise how ur life is sooo good compared to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) new york city has 11 letters.&lt;br /&gt;2) afghanistan has 11 letters.&lt;br /&gt;3) Ramsin Yuseb (The terrorist who threatened to destroy the Twin Towers in 1993) has 11 letters.&lt;br /&gt;4) George W Bush has 11 letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok WAIT the more spas bit comes soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York is the 11th state.&lt;br /&gt;the 1st plane that crashed into the twin towers was flight 11&lt;br /&gt;{here's where it gets illogical}&lt;br /&gt;flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers (9+2=11)&lt;br /&gt;flight 77 which also hit the twin towers was carrying 65 passengers (6+5=11)&lt;br /&gt;it happened on september 11 otherwise known as 9/11 (9+1+1=11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it gets more spas here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total number of victims in all hijacked planes was 254 (2+5+4=11)&lt;br /&gt;september 11 was the 254th day of the year (2+5+4=11)&lt;br /&gt;the madrid bombing took place on3/11/2004 (3+1+1+2+0+0+4=11)&lt;br /&gt;the madrid bombing happened 911 days after 9/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hang on, tink u got the raw deal? just freaking read on and realise how spas people can be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most recognized symbol for US, after the stars and stripes, is the eagle.&lt;br /&gt;The following verse is taken from the Quran, the Islamic holy book: "For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle. The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah and lo, while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced: for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah and there was peace." That verse is number 9.11 of the Quran.&lt;br /&gt;(this is cant check coz i dun have a Quran)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok now is the climax. the chao spas part of the email.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type in capitals Q33 NY in microsoft word. This is the flight number of the first plane to hit one of the Twin Towers.&lt;br /&gt;change the font to Wingdings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its quite spas, but u'll get smth like a plane followed by 2 bars(which supposedly represent the twin towers), then a crossed skull and a star thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe me, if u get spammed with that message u'll be freaking pissed and feel like giving the person that started it 11 punches.&lt;br /&gt;waddeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speak of evil.. i tried the link on wenshu's blog... results really dun match my personality... or does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/pureevil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;How evil are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cccccc" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 72% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are very evil. And you're too evil to care.Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114154556735416158?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114154556735416158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114154556735416158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114154556735416158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114154556735416158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/03/11.html' title='11'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11232622.post-114148360875840763</id><published>2006-03-04T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T22:57:16.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/1600/dog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/320/dog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;jus one week more to go till the holidays...&lt;br /&gt;jus 9 more months before the very 1st batch of VIP students are broken apart and integrated back into the mainstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just............................... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nvr mind, (jus cant find the words for it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i'm feeling moody these days. (no its not because of the deadlines coming up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus cant get myself to focus on wad i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;been taking lots of photos lately, and most of them are sad ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day quite an unlucky day for me, and so the curses and swears started spilling out like water from a dam. which is very bad.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;maybe i should direct these random curses at a particular SOMEONE , since cursing at inanimate objects is quite dumb&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i just have a bad feeling. lurking out there, something very bad is waiting to happen this year.&lt;br /&gt;and gut feelings have this unusual tendency to be correct. *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;occam's razor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need more RAM. taking an hr to burn a dvd is freaking impractical. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114148360875840763?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114148360875840763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114148360875840763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114148360875840763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114148360875840763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/03/jus-one-week-more-to-go-till-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114138991575158442</id><published>2006-03-03T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T20:45:15.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the life of a sicko</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/1600/sick%20man%27s%20life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/320/sick%20man%27s%20life.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how a day progressively got worse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning: go school even though i have every reason not to.... and i must apologise to those that i might have passed on the virus to... (i'm feeling pretty guilty abt this right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 stalls open in the canteen and i went to order char siew rice -_-"" waited in the general office for freaking long, and when the man finally came on his bicycle, i went to find my food, only to discover that there was no SPOON.. by then i was in class and too lazy to go to the canteen. so wads the easiest solution? jus eat. like a DOG. lucky there were only guys in class, if not i wouldn't have done such a humiliating thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no electives) (mr koh rox) slept in school did some spas things before i had to go to the doctor... funny thing is, i spent 20 mins waiting to see the doctor, 3 minutes seeing the doctor and another 20 mins waiting for my medicine. (the clinic was almost empty btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go home sleep slack etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the CLIMAX. ....... eating Quaker Oats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disaster sia. 1st put too much water, and then too much oats and then too much sugar.. wad came out ressembled no more than a lump of ****&lt;br /&gt;but i was freaking hungry so i jus din care at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;1st mouth. appetite disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;2nd mouth. felt like puking.&lt;br /&gt;3rd mouth. felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on and on it went, until i had to go and put milo powder in it.&lt;br /&gt;and again the torture resumed until i finally finished half the plate.&lt;br /&gt;and din bother eating the rest. ( i know its a damn waste of food, but if i continue eating i would probably end up in hospital ICU..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i contemplated giving my dog some to eat, since he was sniffing around and giving me that sad doggy look (all dog owners shld be VERY familiar with THAT look). but i din give him in the end. i din want to kill my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm sitting here, wasting tissue paper like free, cursing and swearing at shannon for pangsehing me (i hereby declare i'll slap him on monday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder how much better my day can get sia.... even have to study for the tests next week and the new projects that came along (SS and Bio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;damn you *******. damn you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114138991575158442?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114138991575158442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114138991575158442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114138991575158442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114138991575158442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-of-sicko.html' title='the life of a sicko'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114122376567438618</id><published>2006-03-01T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:19:16.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/1600/Dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/320/Dead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mountains of tests. piles of homework&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;"100 excuses for not doing homework". shall be compiled and posted when i finally finish all my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just have to do them 1 by 1. damn. it'll take me all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw wenshu's blog has a very interesting post (esp the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt; last one)&lt;br /&gt;and ZC changed his MSN nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June trip. my edusave account seems very empty. will probably be going to australia, since i cant afford to go to UK ...... btw i could buy about 4 pure breed japanese spitz puppies with liscense and everything(tts the breed of my dog) with the amount of money that ppl will use to go to UK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A level results out, we demand a full day off... (its a reward for the teachers for the effort put in.) (We dun stand to benefit. in fact, the students lose out. we actually miss out lessons, but for the teachers who have given us so much, we are willing to sacrifice 1 day of important lessons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;financial literacy. (if i had so much money like in the game, i'd be freaking happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM. (gayness to the extreme. how are we supposed to do things that university professors have difficulty doing?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem, chinese and physics test. (a great way to keep our moods up. to prevent constipation from exam stress, we recommend laxatives.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sick :( had to resort to going to a chinese doctor.. the medicine sucks and i din get an MC either. plus my flu aint getting any better. sorethroat getting worse by the minute..&lt;br /&gt;maybe its a new mutant form of birdflu.... all i have to wait for now is the breathing difficulty before i can cause an uproar within the ranks of the ministry of health..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best countries in the world.. afghanistan and N korea... (no lah jus joking, i like Japan and Switzerland the most so far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this post doesn't really make sense, but this is how a sick(flu lah, damnit) person thinks...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;for-the-moment-you-finally-opened-your-heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114122376567438618?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114122376567438618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114122376567438618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114122376567438618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114122376567438618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/03/mountains-of-tests.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114113957844926766</id><published>2006-02-28T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:12:58.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;welfare reps: take care of our welfare.we are all suffering. (hint hint)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever u enter a new phase of your life, u wish you were ANYWHERE but where you are now.&lt;br /&gt;everything seems much better in hindsight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suay-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeejek&lt;/em&gt; says interesting things over msn.(ahem ahem)&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/11232622-114113957844926766?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114113957844926766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114113957844926766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114113957844926766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114113957844926766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/02/welfare-reps-take-care-of-our-welfare.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114088382720780523</id><published>2006-02-25T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T13:15:17.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>again i notice the newspapers report lots of "bad" stuff these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/1600/spiderbtwglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/320/spiderbtwglasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)more prominently the bird flu situation...&lt;br /&gt;but really, i dun gice a damn about it, coz if it wants to come, it will come no matter what we do. no point worrying about the minor details. and its our choice how we are gonna deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;isolate ourselves from all poultry and related products? go for liquid eggs?&lt;br /&gt;for now its not my main priority...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) less prominently the GE..&lt;br /&gt;which i also dun really give a damn about about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) less obvious is the threat from terrorism.&lt;br /&gt;this i cant say i dun care... but really wads the chance your'e gonna get bombed by a terrorist 2morow? there's probably a higher chance of u getting killed by falling objects.. but then again with probability its hard to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) even less obvious but probably the most spas is the NYP thingy..&lt;br /&gt;heck abt it, i'm a clean guy i dun bother looking into (or for that matter look FOR) such spas stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) lots more news being shadowed by the above mentioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant bother about any of them.. why? WHY?? why the hell are u asking WHY? its quite obvious right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if one has a maths test and lots of homework due the next week, do you think that guy has the free time to go and take note about such spas stuff?&lt;br /&gt;the answer is quite obvious, and for those that believe otherwise, all i can say is : confident freaks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out i'm some insect magnet.. rmb last year when it was grasshoppers? then some other bugs? well now its cockroaches... sick but yes, i was sitting outside my house with my dog reading notes for maths test, when a cockroach comes along, thinks to itself, hey there's a person sitting there, why don't i go and disturb that *******er, so he goes along and somehow gets on the victims shirt and crawls around, refusing to leave until it is threatened with a stack of notes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking spas, and to think that i had just takes a bath half an hour ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'llwaittilltheendoftimeifihaveto,justtowaitforyoutoreturnhome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114088382720780523?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114088382720780523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114088382720780523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114088382720780523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114088382720780523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/02/again-i-notice-newspapers-report-lots.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114079126988522867</id><published>2006-02-24T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T20:02:44.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>god</title><content type='html'>i'm very sorry for all those who came a little too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for my personal interest, i have no choice but to take down a picture that may cause me to lose my life on monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i have the pic (its of ZC btw) in my com, so if any of u want it, can always email me or msn me or sms me or waddeva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATES:&lt;br /&gt;due to death threats to me and threats to assault and harm those that i care for(implied) i have but no choice but take back my offer to donate the pic to ppl who want them.. and for the rest, peace be with you, (i nv sent the pic to anyone so its fair for everyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw who is the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;knnbccb &lt;/span&gt;joker? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;betrayed me by informing *** about the pic? even if god is everpresent he cant possibly know about it just a few hrs after i posted it... so i concluded that some asshole turned me in... and yah when i finally die be warned that my ghost will return to haunt you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114079126988522867?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114079126988522867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114079126988522867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114079126988522867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114079126988522867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/02/god_24.html' title='god'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114070398841061892</id><published>2006-02-23T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:13:08.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sick. sicker. sickest. sicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too sick to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been getting sick too often these days.&lt;br /&gt;maybe wad wenshu said was true......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick&lt;br /&gt;sikc&lt;br /&gt;scik&lt;br /&gt;skci&lt;br /&gt;isck&lt;br /&gt;icsk&lt;br /&gt;iskc&lt;br /&gt;icks&lt;br /&gt;kisc&lt;br /&gt;ksic&lt;br /&gt;kcis&lt;br /&gt;ksci&lt;br /&gt;cisk&lt;br /&gt;ciks&lt;br /&gt;ckis&lt;br /&gt;csik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114070398841061892?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114070398841061892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114070398841061892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114070398841061892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114070398841061892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/02/sick.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114052733933870992</id><published>2006-02-21T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:24:07.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>die. dying. died. died-ed. dead.death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snore. sleep. sleepy. sleeping. slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like i'll need coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to the new class comm. :Leon, Jovena, Nick, Sarah and last but not least....... GOD. (ZC for those who dunno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;careers. future.&lt;br /&gt;make me so stressed out. coz i dun even know wad i want to be. on top of that, i dun have any notable achievements.&lt;br /&gt;i'm slack in CCA. screwed up in academics.&lt;br /&gt;wad else can i be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wenshu once suggested, a grasscutter? roadsweeper? toilet cleaner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm discriminating those from the above professions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at my current standard, thats about all i can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.get me out of here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114052733933870992?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114052733933870992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114052733933870992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114052733933870992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114052733933870992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/02/die.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-114026775852623540</id><published>2006-02-18T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:36:21.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weekends.&lt;br /&gt;finally i can sleep all i want.&lt;br /&gt;no more surviving on coffee.&lt;br /&gt;but, since i got so much time, no more excuse for not doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confessions was quite nice, sick jokes and all incl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home after going bras basah with leon ZC and daniel. (looking for wood -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, so guai. (credits to nick for turning me into a guai kia 0-o )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno how to do bio. cant be bothered to start on chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more anime to watch (i promised i would cut down on anime)&lt;br /&gt;no more games to play (uninstalled all after last year's results)&lt;br /&gt;no more new songs to listen to ( looking around for new nice songs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i'm left with homework.&lt;br /&gt;either that or sleeping. (i cant imagine myself sleeping the whole day though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing with my dog? cycle up and down the whole ECP 10 times? stare at the moon and stars and clouds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are my usual hobbies btw. (but of course i dun cycle up and down ECP 10 times.. once in quite enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleargh. bio is nuts btw. i expect a mass congregation online on sunday night. all chionging Bio.&lt;br /&gt;mass exchange of homework to check if u have missed out any impt points.&lt;br /&gt;cursing and swearing as ur google search continuously returns BS results totaly unrelated to what u want to find.&lt;br /&gt;(like i always say, in google they always give you everything except what you really want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easter eggs when i type in glucose levels... complete BS sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week wun be much different from this week. so i might just recycle my horoscope. or create a new updated one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depending on whether i have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;time dilation. spacetime. superstring.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.waddeva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;just watched Tom-Yum Gooong... quite humourous, the show was probably meant to make you laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;comic scene 1: the thai guy fighting with about 50+ men. funny thing, he aimed to break at least one part of their body. and there was a pattern too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;first few men had their arms broken. the next few had their skulls. then the legs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and for some funny reason, for the last few ppl, their groin took the bulk of the damage. (ouch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was quite funny seeing all the ppl lying there on the floor moaning and groaning and rolling about. they were clutching their respective broken parts. (so for those with damaged groins........ cough cough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seemed like a direct contrast with western style movies. western ppl use guns. or vehicles, for that matter. basically they aim to kill.&lt;br /&gt;here, he aims to torture. (sadistic, but thats the way it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comic scene 2: the small thai guy fighting 4 super monsters abt twice as big as him.&lt;br /&gt;i'd guess he broke about 50+ bones of the 1st guy and yet that guy was still alive.&lt;br /&gt;one guy had his head whached about 100+ times, both using fists, legs, elephant bones and the floor. and how did he finally die?&lt;br /&gt;when his "vital points" were attacked using broken elephant bones.  -_-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are really lots more comic scenes, but to list them out here would make this post freaking long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway for those who have watched it you would probably have known how crazy the show is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta change the blog skin anyway. (i know i've been sayig that since last year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but , WHEN I HAVE THE TIME. (again this statement) lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114026775852623540?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114026775852623540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114026775852623540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114026775852623540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114026775852623540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11232622.post-114009635971452649</id><published>2006-02-16T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T21:25:59.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.tears. of. farewell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sometimes, just a simple goodbye would be the kindest thing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus random musings.. quotes from previously watched anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week is almost over. and miraculously i'm still alive. despite the horoscope i wrote for myself the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework piling up as usual.&lt;br /&gt;projects coming closer as usual.&lt;br /&gt;exams drawing closer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i feel rather lucky. that i'm not running for class comm. elections 2morow.&lt;br /&gt;seems that almost the whle class is running. which means that 2night lots of ppl would probably be worrying abt scripts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scripts???? this is a class comm elections... wad the hell would one need scripts for????&lt;br /&gt;bleargh, makes it sound like its gonna be a real formal elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike last year when it was free and easy. just informal question and answer session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. now i only have to kill myself over Lang Arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, good luck to all those running for class comm anyway.       :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-114009635971452649?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/114009635971452649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=114009635971452649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114009635971452649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/114009635971452649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113993515289675714</id><published>2006-02-15T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T00:39:12.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>snore.... i'm a person who needs lots of sleep in order to stay awake the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET. on this very day. friendship day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes friendship day. actually i'm already very good friends with the computer screen, microsoft word, proportional representation and first past the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been with them for soo long now. and i've come to realize what bastards they are. especially PR and FPTP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have liked to sit outside my house and stare at the moon, the stars and the clouds. my favourite pasttime nowadays. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its relaxing when u look at the clouds drift lazily across the moon, and the stars just twinkling innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nooo. i'm staring at the com screen, i'm not relaxing (on the contrary, i'm cursing and swearing at the essay and trying 101 wasy to extend my essay so i can reach a suitable length.)&lt;br /&gt;and i'm certainly not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and better still, i've been introduced to 2 new friends which i shall certainly get to know very well over the next few days. Ms Bio and mr LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, curses to them beforehand anyway. i dun like these new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd very much rather be friends with the moon the clouds and the stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113993515289675714?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113993515289675714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113993515289675714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113993515289675714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113993515289675714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/02/snore.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113983610950406624</id><published>2006-02-13T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:08:29.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>itz a sad day to be a flea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day. i declare it to be the official flea extermination day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;use all means to wipe them out. use all means necessary.&lt;br /&gt;(actually, no, i'm reduced to manually destroying them 1 by 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there were to be such a thing as the flea world, i'd be considered to be some kind of alien  serial flea killer. ranked along the likes of George Bush. and Osama. and *ahem ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of now, the flea massacre has begun.&lt;br /&gt;if the fleas attack a sovereign state (my dog), then i (an outside superpower) am fully justified into attacking the flea nation for the protection of my personal interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ok maybe my facts are screwed, but u get my idea right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, today was bad enuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to think abt 2morow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh god what next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113983610950406624?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113983610950406624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113983610950406624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113983610950406624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113983610950406624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/02/itz-sad-day-to-be-flea_113983610950406624.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113971938040308710</id><published>2006-02-12T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:43:00.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. i jus realised how screwed i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday =  death.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday = slow and painful death&lt;br /&gt;wednesday = confirm die one.&lt;br /&gt;thursday = die too many times to die again.&lt;br /&gt;friday = even my spirit is dead.&lt;br /&gt;saturday = nothing left to die about&lt;br /&gt;sunday = die until like that already still suan me... thanks lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shall be my new horoscope for the coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleargh. being home alone is boring, especially if its 3 nights in a row.&lt;br /&gt;went cycling at ECP yesterday evening at 7+. dunno wad the hell is wrong with the ppl, every 5 metres or so got 1 couple blocking my way, and i was ringing my bell like crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got some groups of ppl running about the area wearing shirts "Unique like me". must be some sort of amazing race thing.  and when i went home at 8+, they were still running about. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really, i prefer it when its dark. more peaceful, and gives me more opportunity to moan and curse at my miserable life and what i've been doing this last 15 miserable years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to homework, and the land of miserable thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised tt i'm wasting way too much time on anime. gotta cut down on my anime or my current supply will end by tonight.   &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113971938040308710?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113971938040308710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113971938040308710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113971938040308710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113971938040308710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/02/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11232622.post-113957029908580931</id><published>2006-02-10T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T19:18:19.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come back to earth</title><content type='html'>screwed week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework piling up, all sorts of class tests and project deadlines drawing near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reduced to mugging now. (but no, i haven't had to resort to coffee just yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KSS (aka KNN)  isn't making out lives any easier. that delightfully &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;KNNBCCB&lt;/span&gt; principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language arts is getting quite interesting, but at the same time, quite complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese is ................&lt;br /&gt;the sciences remain as they were last year.&lt;br /&gt;SS is .....................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;maths is getting more ...................................................................... by the topic&lt;br /&gt;electives are average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much sums up all i have to say abt school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113957029908580931?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113957029908580931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113957029908580931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113957029908580931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113957029908580931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/02/come-back-to-earth.html' title='come back to earth'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113906944915390107</id><published>2006-02-04T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T00:10:49.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how to intentionally cause accidents if u're a driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) blindfold yourself and try driving 100m without touching the brakes pedal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) freehand (stunts in the name of charity !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) make it a point to block and overtake every driver within 100m of ur car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) use your legs to steer the car and put ur hands on the pedals (great aerobic training)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) sleeping pills for the snore effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) music :&lt;br /&gt;rock music for the speeding effect&lt;br /&gt;1970s classical for the snore effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) u're playing an ultra realistic crazy taxi on a new x-box 360. (not enough thrill? have a passenger for real time added screams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) u're being chased by a really pissed and starved godzilla. escape. NOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) try throwing lots of money in the middle of a double laned highway (for those tt cant afford it, use fake notes. for those tt can, use the real ones for even more added effect) [watch the ppl scramble for free money!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) [if u're a pedestrian] snub the overhead bridge which is 1 m away from you and jaywalk (if caught, cite: i'm afraid of heights)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113906944915390107?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113906944915390107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113906944915390107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113906944915390107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113906944915390107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-to-intentionally-cause-accidents.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113889573100107086</id><published>2006-02-02T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:55:31.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bright and shiny...&lt;br /&gt;bright and shiny...&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;bright and shiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113889573100107086?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113889573100107086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113889573100107086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113889573100107086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113889573100107086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/02/bright-and-shiny.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113880524008777154</id><published>2006-02-01T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:47:20.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; moon tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blood. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bleed&lt;/span&gt;. bled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113880524008777154?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113880524008777154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113880524008777154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113880524008777154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113880524008777154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-red-moon-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113836587540048906</id><published>2006-01-27T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T20:44:35.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing to be happy about this CNY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably wun be going anywhere 'cept on new year's eve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, its just me, my dog, my computer and my work.&lt;br /&gt;wad a jolly holiday it'll be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent even cleared my first task and there are already more incoming.&lt;br /&gt;i've screwed up 2 tests already.&lt;br /&gt;more and more projects en route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i dun understand maths. which means i'll need to spend lots of time on that.&lt;br /&gt;bio was fine, but i still need time to figure out some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the problem: i DUN have so much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;project DEADlines. task DEADlines. exam DEADLINES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time makes a fool of us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.driven to a corner. dying of desperation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113836587540048906?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113836587540048906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113836587540048906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113836587540048906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113836587540048906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/01/nothing-to-be-happy-about-this-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113742631946312219</id><published>2006-01-16T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:23:22.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>carn really be bothered to update these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1) too much work.&lt;br /&gt;2) mugging for surprise tests&lt;br /&gt;3) too many projects..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullshit, its just that i'm watching too much anime to find time to update... ^^&lt;br /&gt;and i'm too lazy to type nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and lang arts and physics are totally not compatible.&lt;br /&gt;everything that the science teachers have been building up in our brains the past year are now being single-handedly torn down by none other that Mr Koh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics especially. when Mrs Cheng talked abt Hooke's law (btw, damn you Hooke, u're one of the reaons we're suffering like worms in school today), i was thinking of induction, and all the other goddamn "theories" which are just too troublesome for me to list out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science is illogical. Physics is part of science. therefore physics is illogical. (somehow this statement seems a little flawed to me.. anyone bothered to explain?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.... how'm i supposed to study properly for a subject when i'm told in another subject that the first subject we're studying is FREAKING ILLOGICAL?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113742631946312219?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113742631946312219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113742631946312219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113742631946312219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113742631946312219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/01/carn-really-be-bothered-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113725402516310874</id><published>2006-01-14T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:53:45.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zzzz... its been so long since the sun came out for more than 5 hours at a stretch.. but there you have it.. its out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my toe hurts... thanks to those mysterious ppl at chinatown who see my toe as soem mole in the "whack a mole game", only that they chose to step on the mole.&lt;br /&gt;HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i wore sandals instead of shoes, so maybe its partly my faut.. BUT WHY CANT THEY STEP MORE LIGHTLY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being tall has its advantages though.. esp when it come to crowded places like chinatown.. its so cool when you can see so far ahead ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing i noticed..&lt;br /&gt;the government says singapore strives to be a clean and GREEN country.. funny though, instead of working to preserve the really valuable old trees, the government prefers to take pride in being able to squeeze small shrubs in between roads..&lt;br /&gt;some say the trees may become weak and collapse and kill someone.&lt;br /&gt;but how often do you hear of ppl getting killed by falling trees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf, more ppl die from suicide than from falling trees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save the trees, i'd say. screw to the buildings and other stuff.. singapore has enuff of those.. wad we need are the REAL greens. the forests. buildings and the other stuff that "beautify" singapore are just human material needs. screw to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even saw some construction workers cutting down a really really old tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its contradiction. they same way they claim that sharks are endangered but they still insist on serving sharks fin soup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;human desires. we can do without these material desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad this is a country without free speech, or i would probably have a hell lot to say about some laws... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;************** ********************** ***********&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;the above was deemed at &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;critical of the government&lt;/span&gt; and has been censored in case i'm thrown into jail or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, these are just my OWN opinions, so if i'm screwed or jailed or assassinated or smth coz of them, then we can assume that singaporeans are not even allowed the freedom to think what they want to think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell, if thats the case, just kill me. i dun wanna be a person that can't have his own thoughts. this kind of life sucks worse than anything else. even the life of a cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. (just in case)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above comments belonged to and ONLY to mr ABC F*****. no-one else bears any responsibility for the above comments except for mr ABC F*****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113725402516310874?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113725402516310874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113725402516310874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113725402516310874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113725402516310874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/01/zzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11232622.post-113716333938796974</id><published>2006-01-13T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:42:19.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from the "camp"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days of average fun (though i wish there was more discipline like in proper camps, that would have been so much cooler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of saboing, alot of teamwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who (before NACLI) has heard of a camp with beds, air-cons, 4 meals a day, 6 hrs of sleep or more and all the other stuff????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last camp was the total opposite.. sleeping on the chair at the side of the basketball court from 2+ in the morning to 5+ in the morning, and we only got 3 (pathetic) meals a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new experiences then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just so sad that too much luxury will just spoil us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113716333938796974?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113716333938796974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113716333938796974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113716333938796974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113716333938796974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-from-camp-3-days-of-average-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113681628448470288</id><published>2006-01-09T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:32:36.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain summore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i bring my dog out for a walk, it rains. (and u see all the other ppl running in the rain with their dogs in front too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i wanna walk home from school, it rains. (and my bag gets all wet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when go to KSS, it still rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when go to MRT station and back, its still raining (and i'm totally dripping wet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when i make the short trip form class to the canteen, I STILL GET WET (how? dun ask me, i'm wondering too...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've haven't been properly dry since this wet spell started... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;locking up. closing shop. moving away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from everybody, where i can finally be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113681628448470288?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113681628448470288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113681628448470288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113681628448470288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113681628448470288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/01/rain.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113664981271913224</id><published>2006-01-07T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T00:07:50.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is so F**ked up</title><content type='html'>I don't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually bored. (serious, i'm reduced to watching Looney tunes over the net.. here's the link, if u're a lost case like me: &lt;a href="http://looneytunes.com"&gt;http://looneytunes.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun go there unless&lt;br /&gt;1) u're a bloody lost case&lt;br /&gt;2) U're forced to BE a lost case&lt;br /&gt;3) U wanna be a lost case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i have this feeling that the boredom i'm experiencing now is just temporary.&lt;br /&gt;school's gonna start proper soon. and there will be more than hell raining down on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy this peace while you can. now you have time, u can do your own work urself, so ppl dun lose worksheets (*hint hint*)(cough cough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in a few weeks time, we'll be reduced to&lt;br /&gt;1) copying during breaktimes,&lt;br /&gt;2) copying under the tables during lessontime,&lt;br /&gt;3) asking ppl for answers to some chao late homework over MSN,&lt;br /&gt;4) asking ppl for answers to more late homework via SMS&lt;br /&gt;5) STEALING other ppl's worksheets to copy,&lt;br /&gt;6) mass copying after school&lt;br /&gt;7) thinking of excuses for teachers so u can hand up ur homework later&lt;br /&gt;8) writing crap for answers on the bus or train in the morning before school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lots more other crazy things that ppl do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(of course this does not apply to those more hardworking ones, or in other terms, those ppl who DO manage to finish all their homework on time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(these ppl are usually our sponsors when it comes to answers)  (voluntary or forced, it doesn't matter, we still copy anyway) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm.. i shall abstain from copying homework as far as possible this year.&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;resolutions are meant to be broken, btw....... (if u get what i mean)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113664981271913224?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113664981271913224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113664981271913224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113664981271913224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113664981271913224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-so-fked-up.html' title='this is so F**ked up'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113629256615098162</id><published>2006-01-03T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:49:26.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a new year.&lt;br /&gt;along with a new class look.&lt;br /&gt;with classmates that look like they've changed alot over the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;new class equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we've got a new schedule for this year.&lt;br /&gt;new activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the same old hell being thrown at us.&lt;br /&gt;homework. projects. results. threats of being kicked out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day was crazy, especially at the LT. the teachers throw so much at us in such a short period of time, i can swear no one took in more than 50% of what was said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? i took in only about 30%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsubasa is still taking freaking long to dl, i think i wont finish the dl until december or somewhere there. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the camp sounds like fun. i only find things fun when there are risks involved. the more life-threatening, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wads life without some risks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see some ppl, scared of bird flu until at a christmas party DUN EVEN DARE TO EAT CHICKEN WINGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like, WTF, u scared until like that ah? next time got terrorist attack then for the rest of you life dun go out of ur home lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay at home and ROT TO DEATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cant live unless we are willing to take risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its as simple as learning how to eat chicken without thinking of bird flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people, really lah.. too paranoid liao. haiz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113629256615098162?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113629256615098162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113629256615098162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113629256615098162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113629256615098162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113621199097386557</id><published>2006-01-02T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T22:26:31.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school starts 2morow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dun noe whether i'm ready for another full year of hell.&lt;br /&gt;wad if i carn even wake up 2morow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually thats a stupid statement, coz i could have gone to sleep by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell, i wish i could have another holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;the other side of the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113621199097386557?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113621199097386557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113621199097386557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113621199097386557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113621199097386557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-starts-2morow.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113604540056981546</id><published>2006-01-01T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T00:10:00.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hurhur. clap clap. its 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year of the dog. no more chickens. (bird flu still remains though..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad was i doing in the seconds before 2005 left, and 2006 arrived?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the countdown? sort of lah, as in the TV was on in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but more of my attention was focused on the com screen, where the gamecast of a very exciting soccer match is being broadcast.&lt;br /&gt;(exciting meh, only man u versus bolton wad..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i'm a loyal fan, so yah, no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FIREWORKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much money do they spend on fireworks every year?  for how many occassions? at how many locations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes a person wonder where the money came from..&lt;br /&gt;stupid question, it came from the taxes ppl pay every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz, the world is ruled by 3 things. money, power and the fear of power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no money, no nothing. will probably die within 1 month&lt;br /&gt;power of the government, thats why so many things are restricted, and so many ppl guai guai listen to the government.&lt;br /&gt;fear of power. (like duh, u want to go to the execution squad ah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*actually i dun mind leh*.... nvm nothing, u heard and saw nothing. dun ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, happy new year to everyone, hope this year is better than last year for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;defrosting a frozen heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113604540056981546?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113604540056981546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113604540056981546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113604540056981546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113604540056981546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2006/01/hurhur.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11232622.post-113587545748646041</id><published>2005-12-30T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:57:37.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the year of the cock sure sucked like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even in the last few days oso the cock in the sky cant give us some good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in the world: massive flooding, XXX ppl dead or missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere ELSE in the world: massive snowstorm, airports come to standstill etc.etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere ELSE-ELSE in the world: wild bushfires, acres of lands scorched to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere ELSE-ELSE-ELSE in the goddamned ****ing world: earthquakes, XXX ppl killed and XXXXXXXX ppl left homeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad next sia.. got fire,water,snow(same as water right?), ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah got so many elements liao sia.. not bad.. the cock still haven give us much of lightning yet leh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really lah... must salute this cock in the sky. this year got his wings full giving the chicks(as in the people, no pun intended) down on earth a hell lot to watch out for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope the doggie year is better than this chicken year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, any puns that anyone percieves in this post can be dismissed as the reader's own thoughts. there are NO INTENDED PUNS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113587545748646041?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113587545748646041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113587545748646041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113587545748646041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113587545748646041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/12/year-of-cock-sure-sucked-like-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113578876732287843</id><published>2005-12-29T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T00:52:47.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holidays are drawing to a close. its sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno how next year is gonna be like.. most probably damn hectic, judging from the looks of the new timetable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw abit of kingkong today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first reaction: -_-"""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad i learned from the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)T-Rexes attack in threesomes, just the same way Ronaldo, Robinho and Ronaldinho do in soccer (not sure of i got the names right,my knowledge of brazillian soccer is very limited)&lt;br /&gt;ps: i read this comment in one of the newspapers a week or so ago in the movie reviews section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) King Kong is probably half the size of Istana (which is bloody big)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) the way King Kong was holding on to the gal while fighting off 3 T-Rexes at the same time, i'm surprised she can still walk.. tot she would have at least broken half the bones in her body. they should have a roller coaster based on that scene. scare the hell outta the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) either King Kong was damn freaking strong, or the other dinosaurs in the historic days were jsut a bunch of weaklings compared to the T-rex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) if u let King kong loose in singapore, its piss alone would have been enuff to sink half of singapore. (talk about a killer tsunami) oh and please dun think of the size of its faeces if u still want to enjoy your next meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) you know wad? King Kong looks alot like one of the REALLY big and famous leaders of singapore. member of PAP. sorry i cant mention his name or i get a 1 way ticket to the execution squad.&lt;br /&gt;dun worry lah very easy to guess one. just look at all the PAP politicians, u sure can find one. if u cannot, i really salute you sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are my thoughts after watching 3 minutes of King Kong. that's why i dun wanna watch the whole show. i'll get a mental overload.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113578876732287843?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113578876732287843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113578876732287843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113578876732287843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113578876732287843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/12/holidays-are-drawing-to-close.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113544763528276485</id><published>2005-12-25T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T02:07:15.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mood spoiler. its the sad truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;tis the season for reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its christmas. but somehow, i just dun feel the festive mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas eve. spent walking alone around the neighbourhood, staring at darkness, wondering what i was doing. why i was still sleeping. why i refused to wake up to reality. why i could'nt bring myself to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz the truth hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after walking around for quite some time, my old friend came to join me. and we walked around thinking about the old times.&lt;br /&gt;the old times. the peaceful times. the trouble-free times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we could just run around the school field yelling out in glee, without that shadow of reality hanging over us.&lt;br /&gt;coz we were still young then. we were still innocent.&lt;br /&gt;but we aren't now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had quite a few laughs. we fooled around with the dogs and cats, cracked jokes, had fun.&lt;br /&gt;all the while , we were eating.&lt;br /&gt;imagine trying to eat beef while walking around. its not easy ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to play on my fren's game cube. playing all the way till past 12. then i realised that it was christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oddly, i din feel happy. neither did i feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;i was surrounded by frens, both close and distant. but i somehow felt lost.&lt;br /&gt;as though i was stuck in a bubble looking out at everyone, all with smiles on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone in their festive mood, fooling around with each other, some guys and gals flirting around like free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even now, i'm still feeling lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;its dark out there. there's still a long way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;wish the light in my heart was still burning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;coz without the light, i'm totally lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113544763528276485?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113544763528276485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113544763528276485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113544763528276485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113544763528276485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/12/mood-spoiler-its-sad-truth.html' title='mood spoiler. its the sad truth'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113535200941700081</id><published>2005-12-23T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:33:29.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the law. just 3 letters, and yet so many ppl are totally freaked by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just like a straight line. and ppl who want to avoid trouble HAVE to walk this straight BORING pathetic line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one foot out of it and u're a one hell lot of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? hell, i flout laws almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw now that i've said this, who's gonna come and catch me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'mon, anyone who wants to say smth abt this, can you put your hand over your heart, swear using every bit of life u have, bet everything u have that you have not flouted a law before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot right? if u can then u can go and be god liao lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the best policeman or policewoman cannot swear that you have not flouted laws before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet even LKY, LSL and GCT cant attain such perfection....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but some laws are STUPID. (in the way that they directly contradict common sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example: no nailclippers brought on hand carry on the airplane&lt;br /&gt;but when u enter the toilet, wad u see? U SEE F^*KING RAZORS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goddamnit, which one more dangerous? a nailclipper or a razor? wad u do with a nailclipper ? cut the fella's nails ah? free manicure ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaopeh sia, i go overseas then my nailclipper kenna stolen. NB noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNNB to the asshole which stole my favourite nailclipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm enuff of laws, wait the authorities buay song, then really come and catch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: this post has no hatred or insult directed to any authorities (except the bastard which stole my nailclipper).. so u all dun come after me hor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and on to animal abuse. i hate ppl who abuse animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite animals:&lt;br /&gt;1) dogs&lt;br /&gt;2) horses&lt;br /&gt;3) Kame (turtles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate ppl who turture their dogs. call urself an animal owner? can lor, go to those side alleys and keep the rats there as ur pets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually u can go and become a rat urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and horses. i cant stand watching those shows which show battles involving horses. coz the horses are supposed to be a soldier's partner in battle, yet u see heaps and heaps of dead horses on the battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kame (turtles):  they're really cute when they hide in their shells. not much abuse to them except for those ppl who love turtle soup. and those ppl who make a hobby out of stealing turtle eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i jumping from laws to animals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and here's smth i read in the newspapers .. its a quote from someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"drinking alcohol is not a sin. Jesus himself drank wine, even the bible says so"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"" at least it makes sense lah.. and it gives me a chance to drink more wine at 2morow's party ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113535200941700081?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113535200941700081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113535200941700081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113535200941700081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113535200941700081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/12/law.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11232622.post-113518598683557738</id><published>2005-12-22T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T01:26:26.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>again and again. over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repetition after repetition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suposed to be doing my webfolio, but i end up watching anime and slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anime. i have no idea WHY i am still following naruto... coz its abit cliche.. especially the anime... guess wad the next episode is titled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto's Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lemme predict.. naruto will come VERY close to death, until some wiseguy asshole bursts into the scene, takes on half an army, single-handedly saves naruto, scrams the hell out of there, at the same time still fighting more ppl, leaving a wake of bodies and they speed back to their own village. then naruto gets a hell of a lecture by the hokage etcetc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only question is WHO that wiseguy asshole is .. the clown who destroys the fun of the show..&lt;br /&gt;i mean, WHO doesn't want naruto to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for predictions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still waiting for Tsubasa.. must pester ZC one day... then i'll have an additional 4.5Gb of anime to enjoy... :D oh and there's still season 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its already so late and i'm still online.. dunno wad time i'll wake up tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the first time in my life, someone has said that i think too much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113518598683557738?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113518598683557738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113518598683557738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113518598683557738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113518598683557738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/12/again-and-again.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113509627254076918</id><published>2005-12-21T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:31:12.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its just a few days more to the end of christmas, but that's no reason for grouches like me to rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz there's still new year and a whole lot of bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just recently, more on Mr Durai.&lt;br /&gt;like i give a damn, durai, like a give a friggin damn. i dont care if u took money, i don't care if u stole Lee Kuan Yew's underwear, i dun care if u killed King Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i care if u stole my computer, so u can forget abt it right this moment. believe me, i have more dangerous weapons than just my knives and guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, i have ........ THE FINGER. the one finger to beat them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so get out of my sight, and don't come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, the media coverage Mr Durai has been given, you'd think Osama Bin Laden had come to singapore to negotiate a treaty with PM Lee Hsien Loong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, its just a case of "less is more".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my foot.&lt;br /&gt;can u think of an example of "less is more"? coz i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Less homework is more?&lt;br /&gt;2)Less sleep is more?&lt;br /&gt;3)Less food is more?&lt;br /&gt;4) Less play is more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all BULLSHIT. UTTER BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy can't wait for christmas to end. then i'll stop hearing songs about santa and his army of clowns. of course i'll be watching "Jingle all the way". coz i would love to see Santa get beat up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(even though i say i hate christmas, i;m still going for a christmas party. filty hypocrite...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to watch Tsubasa... i only have 2 episode which i begged my fren to lend me... will have to pester ZC for the rest of the episodes... oh and i want the OST for Tsubasa too.. Anyone has e OST?? ANYONE????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113509627254076918?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113509627254076918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113509627254076918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113509627254076918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113509627254076918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-just-few-days-more-to-end-of_21.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113501326116093059</id><published>2005-12-20T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T01:27:41.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was watching TV in hongkong last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;channel X: a food pregramme showing a restaurant famous for Shark's Fin soup. lots of ppl eating there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;channel Y: (at the same time) Sharks are endangered animals. if u do not want sharks to be extinct, do not consume Shark's Fin soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"""""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wads the point they are trying to make? hell how would i know? jus eat vegetables lor.. the cheapest and easiest way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas. wad the hell.. more songs abt Santa, Rudolf, Frosty and Co.  even King Kong is joining in the festive mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waddeva. just leave me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want for christmas is a cup of poison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113501326116093059?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113501326116093059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113501326116093059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anymore crap from (YOU), and i'm really gonna goddamn blow the MF hell out of that ******* **** of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(YOU) know who the ******** hell you are, so stop acting like a goddamn ******* idiot. and beware, you have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun care if its christmas or new year or any goddamn day of the year, coz i'm not in a festive mood and i'm not giving chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only christmas present u'll get if u go over the line is a whole lot of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks, din u hear this before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"respect has to both be gained AND claimed."&lt;br /&gt;if u earn that respect but dun claim it, that's still fine.&lt;br /&gt;if u claim the respect which u din earn, that's way over the limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;F**k off,&lt;/span&gt; i'm &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; feeling very nice right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113492027119713187?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113492027119713187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113492027119713187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113492027119713187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113492027119713187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/12/limit-to-everything.html' title='a limit to everything'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113482638476601653</id><published>2005-12-17T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T21:33:04.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beneath the riches of the world lies the unspoken graves of the undead</title><content type='html'>ouch. my head hurts like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice skating is a dangerous sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i might have gone a bit funny from that fall on the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling damn funny , thats for sure..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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undead'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113466636126200308</id><published>2005-12-16T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T01:06:01.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 1st ones in usually never make it home</title><content type='html'>shit... everything in my room is in a complete mess now... my thoughts too... now i cant even figure out wad to do first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably drunk again... this is bad, must be the 3rd time in 2 weeks i'm getting drunk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.. 1st coffee now alcohol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad bad bad... very bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit now i even sound like dobby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas, having bothered the waitress at my uncle's birthday party at some restaurant to no end, i'm starting to feel quite guilty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept askin her for peanuts after i had hidden the small bowl  of them under the table...&lt;br /&gt;again and again, then kept asking her for more drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i make her keep running up and down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guilty. but at least feeling guilt proves i'm still sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and can u believe my webfolio disappeared? now i;m asked to make a new one ALL OVER AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WTF..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113466636126200308?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113466636126200308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113466636126200308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113466636126200308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113466636126200308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/12/1st-ones-in-usually-never-make-it-home.html' title='the 1st ones in usually never make it home'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113456760451299692</id><published>2005-12-14T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T21:40:04.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick of a life that never was</title><content type='html'>i wanna go back to bangkok... singapore seems so sian now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i miss&lt;br /&gt;1) shooting  (i want my own gun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) PS2   (i miss dynasty wariors 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) live soccer telecasts every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) slacking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) beer after every meal (singha rox...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) free access to fully equipped gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i've got lots of things to sort out... no, MOUNTAINS  of things to sort out damnit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and as another form of torture, try listening to christmas songs for 6 hrs in a row... u'll feel like jingling the bells of the next person who dares sing that damned song, and u'll forever hate rudolf and frosty...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113456760451299692?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113456760451299692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113456760451299692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113456760451299692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113456760451299692'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some should be left alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113327600909788716?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113327600909788716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113327600909788716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113327600909788716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113327600909788716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/11/do-dreams-really-come-true-some-do.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113318781079592347</id><published>2005-11-28T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:28:43.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never forget the colour of the sky</title><content type='html'>half the holiday is gone. along with that is half my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how ironic. all the things that i swore to do during the holidays have been "conveniently" "forgotten" . and here i am playing online games and rotting to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact i am even bored with playing online games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*reduced to talking with a dog which cant even be bothered to open its eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as i promised myself, i'll TRY to compose a list with as many possible torture methods as possible.&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the durian is a multi purpose weapon, capable of inflicting damage to a wide variety of enemies.&lt;br /&gt;* for the durian haters, jus give the whole damn thing to them ^^&lt;br /&gt;* for the durian lovers, starve them, THEN tie them up and sit in front of them slowly enjoying your D24&lt;br /&gt;*for those who are neither of the above, jus drop the durian on their head. (u can try throwing if u like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) the typical air conditioned treatment *singapore style*&lt;br /&gt;(sit them under an aircon vent at full blast with the lowest temperature.)&lt;br /&gt;(for ADDED effect, use aircondition systems designed for full capacity rooms)&lt;br /&gt;NO JACKETS OR WINDBREAKERS ALLOWED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) have them listen to any speech made by any minister of any rank in singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) chilli (my personal favourite)&lt;br /&gt;ya know those types which can make u sweat, cry and have a runny nose at e same time? yeah , use those.&lt;br /&gt;if anybody needs some can jus find me, i took 6 packets of those from yoshinoya in HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINT: when the school year begins DO NOT let me go close to your food. you have been warned&lt;br /&gt;HINT2: ZC hates chillis of any sort, so this is for those who wan ZC to suffer "abit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) music as a lethal weapon.&lt;br /&gt;*for young people, let em have some canton pop songs from e 1970s.. full blast throughout the house. MAKE EM CRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;*for older people, let em have some rap songs (eminem?) that will soon have them knocking their heads aganst the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) breakfast with Ah Meng. (when Ah Meng has just been woke up from a dream full of bananas just so that some fuc*er can take pics with it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently out of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems i'm obsessed with e sky these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'll be off to bangkok on the 30th and back on e 14th (like anyone cares)&lt;br /&gt;Zzz, all i'll be doing there is shooting my uncle's air pistols and going to a resort where hopefully i'll have some nice pictures to brigng back ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;the sky is blue in colour btw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113318781079592347?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11232622.post-113293394474609943</id><published>2005-11-25T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T23:52:24.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holidays suck. nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think i am addicted to coffee. help. if someone asks me i'll say coffee by default without even thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. but come to think of it, coffee is quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wad the heck&lt;br /&gt;rmb when the grasshoppers and the centipedes hated me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now so do the bees.&lt;br /&gt;kp i carn even play with my dog , coz there's this goddamn bee that came and landed on my glasses and refused to move for dunno how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dare not whack the damn crap out of the bee (wait i kenna stung by bee then cham liao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. nvm lah, maybe all bugs hate me the same way i hate ah meng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon when i have the time i'll come up with a post titled : 50 ways to torture your most hated enemies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113293394474609943?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113293394474609943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113293394474609943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113293394474609943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113293394474609943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/11/holidays-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113275396209437866</id><published>2005-11-23T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T00:14:27.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"a lame post" as quoted from somone else</title><content type='html'>*finally added some pics*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianz. hong kong.&lt;br /&gt;dunno wad to say, coz alot of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically i saw a guy whose hair was so spiked that it would have made the esplanade look like the surface of a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a jaywalker who thought he was one of the actors from "saturday night fever", coz he was dancing and singing while walking across the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/1600/satfever_nano140.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/400/satfever_nano140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was so good he should have taken part in Singapore Idol. then he would have made Taufik and Sylvester look like a couple of orang utans from the singapore zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he LITERALLY did this (i'm not kidding)&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;slept on a bed which was literally a SPRING BED. King Koil should seriously check out this new bed, the springs were really spastic.&lt;br /&gt;i was sleeping on the bottom half of the bed, coz there were 2 beds but 3 ppl.&lt;br /&gt;*stupid backaches*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for supper at 11pm and the noodle stall i walked into was full of students.&lt;br /&gt;or to be more specific, couples.&lt;br /&gt;at every table it was 1 boy 1 gal. in their school uniforms summore.&lt;br /&gt;i had never felt more out of place, and my noodles tasted like rubber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ppl there seem to HATE my bag. especially at 1 shopping centre.&lt;br /&gt;when i stand, they knock into my bag&lt;br /&gt;when i sit, they knock into my bag&lt;br /&gt;when i squat, they knock into my bag&lt;br /&gt;when i move, they knock into my bag&lt;br /&gt;when i go to the toilet, they STILL knock into my bag.&lt;br /&gt;wad the hell sia, when did my bag ever wrong any of thse people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bottom line is, they have that basic human instinct to knock into my bag.&lt;br /&gt;the same way that u see ah meng and feel like whacking the daylights out of that hairy monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/1600/nip_2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/400/nip_2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shut the hell up lah*&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;oh and there is this mahjong den that allows people under 18 to enter. i'll post the picture when i have time, and u'll see wads super funny abt the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/1600/DSCI0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/400/DSCI0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoom in on that small red notice in the middle&lt;br /&gt;*look closely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and those ppl who like mahjong but are reduced to playing it in a class chalet can go there and play and nobody will give a damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*at least got nobody complaining that the washing too noisy and ppl upstairs carn sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was also this small corner of the shopping centre, where there was a guard whom anyone who was sick could approach. some bird flu preventive measure.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like walking up to him and sneezing into his face.&lt;br /&gt;god knows wad his reaction would have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the flight back to singapore, there was this really spastic turbulence which gave me a headache for a whole day.&lt;br /&gt;and i stupidly rushed off to the class chalet as soon as i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas, i shall tok abt the chalet another time, coz now i jus wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;(hey i hardly slept at the chalet lor..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.my com hates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113275396209437866?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113275396209437866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113275396209437866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113275396209437866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113275396209437866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/11/lame-post-as-quoted-from-somone-else.html' title='&quot;a lame post&quot; as quoted from somone else'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113163075348429432</id><published>2005-11-10T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T21:52:33.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>might be my last post before i get hit by bird flu and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) get chased halfway across the world by WHO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) get cursed back at home and by 8 generations of ancestors for being a weakling (alamak, bird flu this type of illness oso can kenna...no hope lahz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) get stuck in quarantine, where i have a greater chance of getting more godforsaken unknown illnesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) possibly die and have my body incinerated overseas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares, coz when there comes a time when u have to face shit, you jolly well have to stand up and face the shit straight in the face... (and come out stinking like god noes wad...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if i get bird flu and die then too bad lor... at least next year no need to take my physics retest and the damn bio class test... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113163075348429432?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113163075348429432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113163075348429432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113163075348429432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113163075348429432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/11/might-be-my-last-post-before-i-get-hit.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113137410250305626</id><published>2005-11-07T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:41:45.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE doctor</title><content type='html'>ok i admit, my spelling sucks...&lt;br /&gt;*along with my art, and a whole lot of other subjects that i wont say here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*suanster....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i have concluded that THE doctor hates me. (why am i always on the hit list? first the bugs, now the damn doctor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit, i cant believe i was forced to cough up $30 just for the damn doctor to poke me in my arm and immobilize it for 1 day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid flu jab....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$30 damnit... could have kept me alive on 50 cent snacks for 30 days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="244" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/320/Doctor.jpg" width="72" border="0" /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;i want my money back u damn shortchanger&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*damn you*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;****the following conversation has been censored due to excessive exchange of vulgarities****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i never thought that i could get bored during holidays. but now i am 100% hardcore bored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if this keeps up i might be driven to watch Barney and friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or even worse, PM Lee's national day rally speech *though i prefer not to think of worst case scenarios...*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on the other hand, i think i would like to take a trip to paris one day... go and have some fun away from the monotony of the bright sunny island of never ending boredom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*at least there i can choose who to support, the protestors or the government..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ZzzzZzzz ... can anyone suggest a way to pass time?&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/11232622-113137410250305626?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113137410250305626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113137410250305626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113137410250305626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113137410250305626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/11/doctor.html' title='THE doctor'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113128008546242972</id><published>2005-11-06T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:30:08.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think the world is full of wierd people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(when i say WIERD, i MEAN wierd.)&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &gt;&gt;i'm friends with Osama Bin Laden, George Bush, Bill Clinton and the rest of the works p.p.s&gt;&gt; i used to like Power Rangers, UltraMan, Sesame Street and Barney and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway u should understand what i mean when i say WIERD.&lt;br /&gt;and now it seems that not only the grasshoppers, but even the goddamn millipedes hate me, my shoe, my clothes, and even my ass. (basically everything abt me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they wont even bloody leave my food alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goddamn u millipede, i found u curled up as though asleep inside my $3.50 mixed rice, along with my tofu, my vegetables AND my sweet&amp;sour pork.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm certain i never asked the stall auntie to put millipedes inside my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell i dont even know if the damn auntie charged me for the millidpede in my food (it may have been considered an ingredient to some, but NOT TO ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u black&amp;amp;yellow long thingy, screw u for making me lose my appetite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, u meet people who are even wierder than normal. some of those include people who are &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt;. *ahem ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[dun u give me that look]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hey i'm not blind, i saw that finger]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[yeah i'm yalking to you, who else could i be talking to? my ass?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[dun change the damn topic, we are disputing abt that finger right now]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no not that one, the OTHER ONE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(THE MIDDLE ONE FOR GOD"S SAKE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u wanna see a finger? U WANNA SEE A FINGER?????????????????&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;damn u lah, my finger injured cannot meh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113128008546242972?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113128008546242972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113128008546242972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113128008546242972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113128008546242972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-think-world-is-full-of-wierd-people.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113127969782074424</id><published>2005-11-06T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:21:37.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to spend your holidays</title><content type='html'>i think the world is full of wierd people. (when i say WIERD, i MEAN wierd.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  &gt;&gt;i'm friends with Osama Bin Laden, George Bush, Bill Clinton and the rest of the works&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s&gt;&gt; i used to like Power Rangers, UltraMan, Sesame Street and Barney and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway u should understand what i mean when i say WIERD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now it seesm that not only the grasshoppers, but even the goddamn millipedes hate me, my shoe, my clothes, and even my ass. (basically everything abt me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they wont even bloody leave my food alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goddamn u millipede, i found u curled up as though asleep inside my $3.50 mixed rice, along with my tofu, my vegetables AND my sweet&amp;sour pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm certain i never asked the stall auntie to put millipedes inside my food.&lt;br /&gt;hell i dont even know if the damn auntie charged me for the millidpede in my food (it may have been considered an ingredient to some, but NOT TO ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u black&amp;yellow long thingy, screw u for making me lose my appetite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, u meet people who are even wierder than normal.&lt;br /&gt;some of those include people who are anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dun&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no not that one, the OTHER ONE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(THE MIDDLE ONE FOR GOD"S SAKE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u wanna see a finger? U WANNA SEE A FINGER?&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;damn u lah, my finger injured cannot meh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113127969782074424?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113127969782074424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113127969782074424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113127969782074424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113127969782074424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-to-spend-your-holidays.html' title='how to spend your holidays'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113111386668532643</id><published>2005-11-04T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T22:17:46.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything goes round and round</title><content type='html'>i just love life these days. its sooo interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; morning: wake up, wash up, breakfast. (same thing every day, 7 days a week, 30 days a month, 12 months a year.) *KPKB, abit sian hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not eat breakfast before waking up... makes life all the more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mid morning: read newspaper [NB] (same thing every page)&lt;br /&gt;Page 1: death&lt;br /&gt;page 2: death&lt;br /&gt;page 3: death&lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;br /&gt;(of course lah, sure got some days lesser deaths, so reporters go and report abt road accidents and sexual assaults etc etc etc...) *dunno why now bird flu like a very popular topic hor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nb, even sports section oso sometimes got deaths ... -_-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;late morning: read finish newspaper , damn buay song , KPKB kenna look at those books and homework...&lt;br /&gt;*ok lah, u all dun like me oso no need to torture me until like that wad... u noe i hate anything abt school after reading newspapers reporting nothing but deaths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lunch (ZzzZzzZzz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;afternoon: work work work (KPKB do i look like i bloody have nothing better to do than to look at the goddamn books day in day out , 7 days a week, each day of the month, each month of the year?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; evening: finally get to slack.. playing PS, final fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;want to relax&lt;/span&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KPKB kenna assaulted in the game by some clown i cant even bloody identify, 1st hit take 2 of my allies down, 2nd hit i oso die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE IRONY: i was just a few steps away from saving the game, but now i have to restart from the previous point, which is damn bloody troublesome. (and i played for 2 hours before dying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE IRONY 2: the thing which assaulted me ressembled Barney the dinosaur (???? wth??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; late evening: chinese news at 6.30 (deaths, deaths, deaths, and occasionally to break the monotomy, some reports abt PM Lee going off to some wierd part of the world.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; night: Play com ^^&lt;br /&gt;BUT.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-" : Warning: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GAME COULD NOT LOAD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt; so being the lifeless and crapped out *not to mention almost insane* freak i am, here i am playing miniclips and shockwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a site for those who think they can be more lifeless than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dragongamez.com/"&gt;http://www.dragongamez.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exactly the most interesting life a person can lead, even US president George W bush has some fun cursing and swearing at osama bin laden for being a pain in the ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but me? i'm stuck in singapore , having FUN, talking to my dog, and staring at the CRACKED CEILING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows it may drop on my head some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i'm going to Hong Kong, and Bangkok during the holidays. which means 2 Bird flu hotspots.&lt;br /&gt;well if i'm unlucky, at least i can be a source of amusement to the pap.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the next new hot topic&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOW TO STOP THAT BASTARD FROM GETTING INTO SINGAPORE AND SPREADING BIRD FLU TO EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well whatever, like i said, everything goes round.&lt;br /&gt;and so will my life.&lt;br /&gt;same thing all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113111386668532643?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113111386668532643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113111386668532643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113111386668532643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113111386668532643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/11/everything-goes-round-and-round.html' title='everything goes round and round'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113102824499793745</id><published>2005-11-03T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:30:45.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holiday gloom .. the worst thing that could happen to a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some reminders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) NO IMPERSONATION ON TAGBOARDS.&lt;br /&gt;(harsh follow up action WILL be taken, i assure you.&lt;br /&gt;anyway only those without ***** will be stupid enough to impersonate another person on a tagboard...&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY if the comments are like, SO not typical of the person being impersonated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw... i CAN tell who is impersonating me, and those people can prepare for some *ahem* trouble when i next meet them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get the gist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113102824499793745?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113102824499793745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113102824499793745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113102824499793745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113102824499793745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/11/holiday-gloom.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113090223795462314</id><published>2005-11-02T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T11:30:37.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad am i going to do? sleep? slack? study?(!!!!!!) or jus stone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nvm i jus rmb tt its THE igNICKulus's birthday.. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hahaz happy birthday then igNICKulus..  *see i din forget ur birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, back to stoning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113090223795462314?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113090223795462314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113090223795462314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113090223795462314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113090223795462314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113067711857746824</id><published>2005-10-30T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:29:33.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave no friend behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;theme frm &lt;em&gt;black hawk down&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Leave no man behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there is always something within nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;quote from &lt;em&gt;Bad Boys 2&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We ride together, we die together. bad boys for life.&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/11232622-113067711857746824?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113067711857746824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113067711857746824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113067711857746824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113067711857746824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/10/leave-no-friend-behind.html' title='Leave no friend behind'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113058746946044890</id><published>2005-10-29T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T23:21:45.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;another body along the long dark road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so damn cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a never ending cyle of death and birth.&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, we are like a huge spectrum from a prism. so damn predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studies are quite cliche too. especially certain subjects, like chinese.&lt;br /&gt;wad do we get for chinese exams?&lt;br /&gt;comprehensions and cloze passages. and how will these help us in our future? i have absolutely no idea.&lt;br /&gt;but really, if not for VIP, i think all our subjects would be cliche. at least in VIP we get to do more stuff. which is why i'm happy even though i screwed up my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the 1st day of holidays and i'm already BORED. (wtf??)&lt;br /&gt;i had so many things in mind before exams, but now all these seem to have disappeared. i can't even remember any of these things now.&lt;br /&gt;once again, memory lapse (*sign of senility)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad else can i do now but to study? (*WTF??????) coz even playing com games or with my dog has its limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study, study, study. assignments, assignment, assignments. exams, exams, exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what do i get? red marks, red marks, red marks.&lt;br /&gt;chao ji lame sia, my report book looks like shit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i studying? for more knowledge? (stop joking lah, how many people can purely and honestly claim that they are studying for the sake of knowledge? not me for sure..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all for the future. for a job. for a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but imagine, what if the world ended 2morow? what if everything that gave meaning to your life collapses 2morow? what if you (*touchwood) get killed in a freak accident 2morow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what will become of those hard years of studies? those long hard years, all those money spent, all of it will be gone. coz u cant take knowledge to your grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there will be no future, no life, no nothing. you will merely be a part of history. just a tombstone amongst all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was born equal. and they die equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in essential, life is just a maze.&lt;br /&gt;you start at the same point.&lt;br /&gt;you end at the same point, sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;its just the middle that differs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but is it the middle that really matters? are there other things that could be more meaningful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.for now, i have ceased to care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;goddamn it IT IS NOT FUNNY WHEN YOUR 140mb anime download HANGS AT 99% !!!!!! (and you waited for 3 hours for the download...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113058746946044890?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113058746946044890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113058746946044890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113058746946044890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113058746946044890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/10/random-musings.html' title='random musings'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113033575347723285</id><published>2005-10-26T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T22:35:08.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;end of the beginning. beginning of the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of school. Last day of school term this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back all the stuff 2day, and its much worse than i could have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elective report: developing :((((((&lt;br /&gt;why must our teacher be so damn strict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOY overall report card. nothing but bad news :(((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helmsman report: alot of suaning by the teachers :(((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagineering: average :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my report book looks so dismal now, compared to others like NICK ( the *** ****** that got all A1 and A2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh delights of all delights, i kenna retake physics test next year :((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the irony: i got into photonics, which has the requirement of having good physics grades. and then i find myself having to retake the *** physics test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how lame. the teachers are either contradicting themselves, or they cant make up their mind over my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly although 2day was the last day of school, alot of ppl went home early.&lt;br /&gt;by 4, there were only a few ppl left in class: nick marianne diane jovena, and a few others who came and left.&lt;br /&gt;lolx, i tot that alot of ppl would stay in class, but it seems i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shannon was moaning abt the loss of his graphic calculator. oh and BTW, if ANYONE has seen shannon's GC please return it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of ppl playing cards in class, and there was ALOT OF YAPPING from some parts of the class.... really can hurt our ears lah, it can be used as a form of mental torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so saddening, now that the holidays have arrived (*DONT give me that look*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz from now on its gonna be damn boring. 2 whole months to pass, wad can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianness. must find a way to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing within nothing. it was all a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113033575347723285?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113033575347723285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113033575347723285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113033575347723285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113033575347723285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/10/end-of-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-113016195399766678</id><published>2005-10-24T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:52:34.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the last week of school. should i say at last? perhaps not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until now i still not sure whether mus take retest or not. probably lah, if the teachers see me buay song. but i'll probably get to stay in e VIP ( i SERIOUSLY HOPE SO).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats the only thing that i wanna hear at e moment. if i have to take the retests then so be it. i'll just take them. it'll be for my own good. if i don't then i'll be happier. but i'll still be studying this holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz u noe wad? i finally got fired up. looked at my results. and i finally fired up. maybe its 1 year too late. but still, better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the class. despace is fun, coz from the discussions we can sort of see the real personalities of each person. from his/her likings and all those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the new class sitting positions are much better than the old ones, coz i can finally look at the whiteboard without having to turn my back. at last. after 4 terms of getting neckaches. i can FINALLY look at the whiteboard properly. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still its quite sad, that the school year is finally ending. coz time has really flown. and i jus realised, we have 1 year left together until we are mixed with the J1s... and the 05V11 will be history. poof.&lt;br /&gt;gone with the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess V11 is the most fun class i've had since primary school. not to mention challenging, what with all the muggers and chao ji pro people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005. a year with mixed memories. a year where all sorts of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;all things come to a close, and there will be new beginnings. and when the time comes, we will just have to face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. my dad has found a way of torturing me. making me listen to his 1970s cantonese and chinese songs. *NOSEBLEED SIA*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-113016195399766678?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/113016195399766678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=113016195399766678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113016195399766678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/113016195399766678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-week-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-112998817627044188</id><published>2005-10-22T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:19:34.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/1600/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/320/dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;promises keep us alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality sux. there's no such thing as a good ending. its all the same. we were born the same way. and then we die the same way. so really, we are all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just our choices that make us think we are different. we walk different paths from the moment we are born. and sometime in the middle of our lives, our paths start to converge again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so crapped out, i was actually thinking of what to put inside my will. then i suddenly realised what i was thinking about. my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;will. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of all things, my WILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i that bad? why am i thinking of my will at 15 years old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching anime, that episode was toking abt promises. of those made, and those broken, and those sidelined for a long time before being fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite sad, coz there was this talking doll that was bought a hundred years ago by a young boy, the doll's leg was broken. that boy promised to fix it, but he never came back, until 100 years later, his great grandson came by and finally fixed the doll. and 2 days later it "died".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats what promises are about. we are made of promises which we have made, coz its these promises that sort of keep us alive. it doesn't matter whether these promises were made to oneself or to someone else. its all the same.&lt;br /&gt;we live because we want to make that promise a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'll have to go and sell magnets 2morow. haiz. so sian, but a promise is a promise. i'll just to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;a promise is only a promise. until it becomes reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-112998817627044188?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/112998817627044188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=112998817627044188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112998817627044188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112998817627044188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/10/dpromises-keep-us-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-112981726627764918</id><published>2005-10-20T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T00:54:35.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/1600/wenshu%20(604%20x%20885).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/902/320/wenshu%20%28604%20x%20885%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spastic people do spastic things. life is full of spastic things. therefore life is full of spastic people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tampines on sunday. selling magnets. intend to target families, coz small kids love such stuff and will pester their parents to no end. (i hope..)&lt;br /&gt;going along with zheng chen aka god. :) maybe god can help us faster sell finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Chinese stuff ( the chinese teachers sure know how to spoil an after ROS spirit)&lt;br /&gt;3) Imagineering (another headache)&lt;br /&gt;4) End of year report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i PASSED MATHS!!! 50 is a pass lah (dun look like that, i can see you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elective bidding is seriously sian.. everyone comparing bids, it defeats the damn purpose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my poor shoe fell apart while chasing wenshu... my poor 4 yr old converse shoe thats been overseas almost 3 times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm i'll glue it back with adhesive and elephant ^^ so long as i dun glue my fingers together, like i nearly did last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of glue reminds me of the physics thermal container for some reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe coz that time we were trying to glue styrofoam together, den my fren from VS came along and reminded me that elephant corrodes styrofoam, and demonstrated to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can still remember the look of horror of my grp members present.. it was super funny, i and my fren were on the floor laughing like clowns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid imagineering... chao ji sian, now gotta go and fill up my part, althoughh its chao last minute...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-112981726627764918?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/112981726627764918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=112981726627764918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone expresses their anger in different ways. some scream, some shout. some fight, some cry. some go to sleep, some dao. others just keep it inside themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer to keep it inside myself. mostly i act blur. people think i'm blur. but i just ignore them. i keep telling myself, i musn't blow up.&lt;br /&gt;so i just play along, pretend that i dunno wads going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not making excuses for giving in to others btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus becoz i give in DOES NOT mean that i am willingly to play along. sometimes, i just dun want to raise a big hoohah about such a small matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. there is always a hidden monster in everyone. the hidden animal instinct. its there, jus that sometimes you don't realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fi you relax, and jus focus on yourself, sooner or later, u will realise the presence of that animal in you. we dun realise it coz we dun have the time to. or rather, we dun bother setting time aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm no different. there's an animal nature behind the human nature, and if provoked it may just show itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is why i've been trying to control myself. so i can tame the animal . so it willl not keep threatening to overwhelm me, and make me do things that i may come to regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as for now, i still can't tame the animal. so if i'm provoked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wont be nice. i can promise that 1 thing. it won't be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-112973447113647148?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/112973447113647148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=112973447113647148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112973447113647148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112973447113647148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/10/people-will-always-be-people.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-112964522899116932</id><published>2005-10-18T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T22:20:29.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Biology.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Physics.&lt;br /&gt;Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Language Arts.&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the above words. they are now officially part of my swearing vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confirmed fail chem and bio so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio was the worse, and the T.I.C. was bloody sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem still border.&lt;br /&gt;chinese was the only average one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;bang. another shot rang out in the dead silence, echoing off the walls of death. another bullet ripping through flesh. through the soul. through the half dead person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;another bullet in the body. another reason to scream in agony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;blood. gore. shattered bones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i feel so out of place in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;alienated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.just another body on the road.&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/11232622-112964522899116932?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/112964522899116932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=112964522899116932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112964522899116932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112964522899116932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/10/biology.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-112956052305106704</id><published>2005-10-17T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:48:43.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been a fool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big fool who can't face reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;bang. just one shot. and everything went blank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;now my body is lying on the road, along with the other unlucky ones before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another decoration . jus another thing on the road.&lt;br /&gt;another worthless thing.just like scrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teachers "hate us". or rather they hate me ( do they? it certainly seems so.. or is it just me..)&lt;br /&gt;*teacher's quote -&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't take your results so hard"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. like it'll help telling US. WAD THE ******* hell are they TELLING US FOR???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL THAT TO OUR PARENTS for gods sake!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is already half gone, and then there are SOME people hur, that just LOVE to SUAN us victims. like "ahem" and "ahem"(i wun say their names, but YOU know who YOU are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well waddeva, 2morow is probably the 2nd nail into my coffin. 2day was the 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll be buried &lt;strong&gt;alive&lt;/strong&gt;. to die SLOWLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed. &lt;strong&gt;the funeral march for those who live.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-112956052305106704?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/112956052305106704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=112956052305106704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112956052305106704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112956052305106704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/10/ive-been-fool.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-112947114337845766</id><published>2005-10-16T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T21:59:03.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A last post?</title><content type='html'>all day- Its been raining&lt;br /&gt;            - Sky has been overcast&lt;br /&gt;            - my heart has been overcast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess its true that the weather sometimes reflects your moods &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't have approached a school day with a heavier heart.&lt;br /&gt;yet i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its wierd having to go through a whole day worrying about the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm more of resigned than worried.&lt;br /&gt;i dun expect much.&lt;br /&gt;coz i noe i wun get much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resigned to fate. resigned to destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant do anything, but to go to sleep and drag my feet to school 2morow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams. sure brings back memories. and the returning of exam scripts every year always brings back the same feelings and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is wierd coz no two feelings, even of 1 person are supposed to be identical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason i'm dreaming of death now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine dreaming that you donated your heart to someone else, when you are in your 20's and in perfect health.&lt;br /&gt;imagine getting killed without even knowing how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i dreamt those 2 dreams on friday and saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is to get enough to stay in VIP. (although i know i may not deserve it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant think anymore. Too spooked.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i've never felt this way before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;walking down a somewhat familiar road, one wallked coutless times by countless young people, all full of hope, all with their own dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;yet, not all will make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;some will be weeded out, only the best and the strongest will make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;everyone tried their best, but only some can actually make their dreams become reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;now its my turn to walk down the body strewn road. maybe my body will be along the road next. and then the future people to walk down this road will see my body, and wonder which one amongst them will become just like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;this is a tribute to all those who have walked this road. for all those who tried, irregardless of whether they made it or not. for they TRIED. and their spirit shall live on.&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/11232622-112947114337845766?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/112947114337845766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=112947114337845766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112947114337845766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112947114337845766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-post.html' title='A last post?'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-112912312116495704</id><published>2005-10-12T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:18:41.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before exams i was waiting for the exams to end...&lt;br /&gt;now i'm dreading the end of the exams(which are already here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? coz&lt;br /&gt;1) it means we gotta get our results back&lt;br /&gt;and thats bad... (for me at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) coz i have nothing much to do&lt;br /&gt;and i dowanna die of boredom either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wad could get worse that having a headache and a screwed up leg at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should look on the positive side... no school 2morow, which incidentally means that i'll have another day to sit down and stare at the blank wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the grasshoppers AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they keep bugging me, quite literally... not that i'm scared of grasshoppers but its really quite irritating (and shocking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st incident: walking home from school. grasshopper lands on my shirt and refuses to go away&lt;br /&gt;2nd incident: at the tauhui shop. again kenna bugged by grasshoppers.&lt;br /&gt;3rd incident: cycling at ECP. AGAIN grasshoppers. wun elaborate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life can't get any better that this , can it?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, WHO will climb over their gate to get home after coming back from cycling after realising that their parents aren't home???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-112912312116495704?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/112912312116495704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=112912312116495704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112912312116495704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112912312116495704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/10/before-exams-i-was-waiting-for-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-112860764380114931</id><published>2005-10-06T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T23:27:19.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recall</title><content type='html'>at last. weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can finally breathe. (not really, but much easier now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i'm not cared of monday and tuesday. i'm scared of getting my results back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its reality. i screwed up my exams. (whatever the people at the tagboard about me doing well is complete bullshit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio and maths are confirmed goners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest are screwed up too.&lt;br /&gt;mr koh will probably have lots to say during the next T42&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the end of this year , while opening the transfer windows for english premier league, will also open the transfer window for me to another secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels so wierd sitting here and thinking of how badly i screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so alienated from the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam blues. this sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language arts.&lt;br /&gt;Maths&lt;br /&gt;Bio&lt;br /&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how it would sound like if u told another teacher how "well" u did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMPLE SCENARIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"morning sir...&lt;br /&gt;er wad? my results? of which year? oh VIP.... um..&lt;br /&gt;um......&lt;br /&gt;i guess i did rather well for my Maths sir...&lt;br /&gt;how many marks? um 25?&lt;br /&gt;upon wad? well.....&lt;br /&gt;upon 100&lt;br /&gt;its not so bad sir, dun give me that stare... no one in my class fnished the paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other subjects? well...&lt;br /&gt;i failed LA, Chinese, Chemistry, Physics, Bio, Social Studies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poor teacher would probably get a coronary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waddeva, no point brooding abt results. its over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i keep wondering what i did to anger the grasshoppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was walking home, a damn grasshopper ( a damn big one) flew onto my shirt and refused to go away until i had to whack it...&lt;br /&gt;then when the unsuspecting me goes into a tau hui shop, another damn grasshopper ( another big one) landed on my head and again refused to go away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad did i do to the grasshoppers??? cant i enjoy my tau hui in peace??????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-112860764380114931?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/112860764380114931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=112860764380114931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112860764380114931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112860764380114931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/10/recall.html' title='recall'/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-112827123421379301</id><published>2005-10-03T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:40:34.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how long more to EOY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno. dun wanna noe. hate knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dread. anguish. fear. regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, not depressed. i ceased being depressed quite some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its regret now. regret + fear of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish it would just rain all over me. so i could face the skies with both eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overcast skies. billowing clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel the rain running down my neck. taking me away for reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said i wouldn't give up. but i think i myself gave up long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no not results. on myself. i gave up on myself long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun care. dun wanna care. dun give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life goes on around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain continues falling around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dun really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;leave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;alone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eromyna eunitnoc annaw nud i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eerf em +3s &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:es@e1p"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;es@e1p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&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/11232622-112827123421379301?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/112827123421379301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=112827123421379301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112827123421379301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112827123421379301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-long-more-to-eoy-dunno.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-112766912316275208</id><published>2005-09-26T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T01:25:23.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>check this out ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.the-jokes.com/onlinejokes/online-pranks/swrong.php"&gt;spot the problem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.the-jokes.com/onlinejokes/online-pranks/sayit.php"&gt;say those 3 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala wun be here until after exams... good luck mugging, dun give up, keep going... i'm off to mug too ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-112766912316275208?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/112766912316275208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=112766912316275208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112766912316275208'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt; when u look at some gals and they write with all those wierd squiggly symbols, u somehow feel that it ressembles a code.&lt;br /&gt;(dun ask me how to interpret them, i ain't a gal)&lt;br /&gt;anyway thats exactly how an enemy would feel in a war when they intercept such a code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect codetalkers for e armed forces... they'll send the enemy codebreakers into depressioin they will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus an observation from past few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and rite now i am AGAIN doing the website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell u, this is called alien abuse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save the aliens, we need our welfare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-112749474175590035?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/112749474175590035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=112749474175590035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112749474175590035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112749474175590035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/09/dying-over-here.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-112722984702691023</id><published>2005-09-20T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T23:11:14.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sick. tired. cold. upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm running on reserves now.&lt;br /&gt;main battery ran out long ago.&lt;br /&gt;no time to recharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stared into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wall stared back. wordless. faceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to my dog.&lt;br /&gt;the dog slept. speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked at the piles of notes eyet to be rearranged.&lt;br /&gt;depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flashbacks. both happy and sad memories.&lt;br /&gt;bittersweet aftertaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i am doing this. i don't know where i'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the road stretched ahead, no end in sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I stopped there, contemplating my next move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;options, each as tempting as the next, chased each other around my blank mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the road stared at me, taunting me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a coward.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a scumbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 12 days left to the big battle.&lt;br /&gt;i need to recharge my batteries before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, the reserves will have to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-112722984702691023?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/112722984702691023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=112722984702691023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112722984702691023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112722984702691023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/09/sick.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-112715622237640875</id><published>2005-09-20T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T02:57:02.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying ( or more accurately, sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to bother anyway, its not fun to be awake at 3 am for 1 and a half weeks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyebags. jumpy. not myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but more urgently, i need time to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something quite difficult , seeing as i have to chiong the elective GROUP project alone. oh yeah and the IM website as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to sleep in peace. How to enjoy my limited sleeping hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people do stupid things when they are hovering between consciousness and semi consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wierd things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dozed off during tution, and then my teacher was quite freaked coz she said i was muttering nonsense to myself ... 0-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the sheep's heart. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played with a sheep's heart during bio lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its only right that someone apologizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sorry sheep . we treated your heart like trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poked it. pulled it. squeezed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be worse than having someone break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sorry, next time we'll try to pick on creatures like frogs, and we'll leave u alone. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i'm already saying dumb thing without realising it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness. i wanna sleep, but i just dun have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all those people and things who caused me to neglect my sleep, oh man, do you owe me big time....&lt;br /&gt;more of my stupid comments, ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;left alone in the darkness, feeling so down, so upset, i thought the light would never shine again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;until that one day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-112715622237640875?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/112715622237640875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=112715622237640875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112715622237640875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112715622237640875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-am-i-here-i-should-be-studying-or.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-112705485461607986</id><published>2005-09-18T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:47:34.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;staring at the blue blue sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking. and rethinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories. all in the mind. the boundless mind. with an infinite storage space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog sleeping on the floor. apparently untroubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? the exact opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its already september, coming october. close to the exams.&lt;br /&gt;that same EOY that we take somewhere around october, year after year.&lt;br /&gt;without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the mugging. all the panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like only yesterday when i got the letter of acceptance to VIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only like yesterday that my grandmother left us physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only like yesterday when i got over everything and came to VJC, hoping for a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only like a few hours ago that we had our June holidays, when we went to Tokyo as a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only like a few hours ago that we returned from a trip full of unforgettable experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after this, there would be the usual end of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the start of a new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything happens so fast. in this material world, nothing waits for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes everything goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i just dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photographs will fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artefacts will eventually be lost or destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet memories will remain within the mind. all the way till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till termination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till we leave this material world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet memories. of great and terrible things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;till we meet again.&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/11232622-112705485461607986?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/112705485461607986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=112705485461607986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112705485461607986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11232622/posts/default/112705485461607986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/2005/09/staring-at-blue-blue-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>E.T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718046959332800404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11232622.post-112662961911845857</id><published>2005-09-17T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T01:16:33.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>burnt out. trudging forward. looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired of doing nothing but the bloody websites, so went to talkingcock.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got some funny stuff there... esp 1 on changing a word in some Star Wars quotes to make it damn stupid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to try and make a few ridiculous ones myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;substituted 1 word with pants in each quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Original quote&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At last we will reveal ourselves to the Jedi. At last we will have revenge." —Darth Maul to Darth Sidious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edited quote&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At last we will reveal ourselves to the Jedi. At last we will have pants." —Darth Maul to Darth Sidious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Original quote&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lost a planet Master Obi-Wan has. How embarrassing … how embarrassing." —Yoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edited quote&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lost a pants Master Obi-Wan has. How embarrassing … how embarrassing." —Yoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Original quote&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Victory, you say? Master Obi-Wan, not victory. The shroud of the Dark Side has fallen. Begun the Clone War has." —Yoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edited quote&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Victory, you say? Master Obi-Wan, not victory. The pants of the Dark Side has fallen. Begun the Clone War has." —Yoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Original quote&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your swords, please. We don't want to make a mess of things in front of the Chancellor." —Count Dooku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edited quote&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your pants, please. We don't want to make a mess of things in front of the Chancellor." —Count Dooku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Original quote&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fear of loss is a path to the Dark Side." —Yoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edited quote&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fear of pants is a path to the Dark Side." —Yoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. maybe i have no life. but perhaps it might have brought 1 or 2 laughs to u, keeping ur spirits up in this stresful period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell, my spirits are already rock-bottom, i've got nothing else to lose...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-112662961911845857?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/112662961911845857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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parts of your life, you suddenly feel that the entire world and every stinking thing on it is conspiring against you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true... this is so screwed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;computer DOWN AGAIN... must be the 5th time this year i have seen the goddamn computer repair shop... :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not fair... now i cant do anything coz all the necessary programs are on that com.. this windows 98 pentium 2 is just a backup in case i need to use the net...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not progressing very far on my revision, mainly coz of all the things that keep happening... maybe i DID spend too much time on the websites and stuff, but that's beside the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another week where everything went wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i start questioning everything, having 2nd thoughts about all the things that are happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there are just those times where you can't get everything right, when your morale starts falling, when you even begin to question everything, from your most basic principles to the things that happen around you and to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes, you even begin to question things that have not even happened..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;perhaps i'm just a coward, unable to face reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;perhaps i'm just a useless piece of crap that gets in everyone's way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;perhaps i'm just a loser, one who doesn't even dare to make decisions.&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;Maybe it's just fated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe it's just that every decision of mine is justv wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no silver linings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no slivers of hope, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nothing to look forward to each day i wake up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;forcing myself to exist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just don't know why all this is happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11232622-112627945699646608?l=aurorapuppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorapuppy.blogspot.com/feeds/112627945699646608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11232622&amp;postID=112627945699646608' title='0 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