<?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-19241836</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:55:44.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>defy convention.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115815985558727436</id><published>2006-09-13T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T08:04:15.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate exam periods. it gets so fugly. ok random i get disgusted somehow overhearing random parents talkin about their kids and how they want them to get their As in primary school. dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kinda pissed today. yet, its not surprising at all. my rebellious side is really tryin to get the better of me. i'm just at my wits end on what to think or do. i know i really shouldn't be caring. but i hate it when i get judged unfairly. i guess it's just cause im so damn frustrated, not getting the tangible and intangible things i wanted. i kinda realised i have had such an easy time getting what i wanted back in BP. but things are way different now. but life cant be fair to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been passing my tests finally. i was gettin sick of failing and lookin really incapable and stupid. haha. maybe i AM stupid, in certain ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda ang owes me $3.50 for escort charges from acjc to buona vista mrt. ok get ur mind out of the gutter i'm not THAT kind of male escort. lol. alright. i'll discount you 50cents for the insults i hurled at you, like how the foreign workers won't even throwing you a look. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm giving up. and this time, it'll be FINAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was a beautiful let down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I crashed and burned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I found myself alone unknown and hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was a beautiful let down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The day I knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That all the riches this world had to offer me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Would never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I will carry a cross and a song where I don't belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;But I don't belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so break me; pour me out; and start again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115815985558727436?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115815985558727436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115815985558727436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115815985558727436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115815985558727436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-exam-periods.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115789945996608653</id><published>2006-09-10T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T07:44:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feels weird without attending church on sunday. =\ so today was the last of 2 consecutive days of deep discussion with other youth in the world bank youth open space dialogue at national library. i must say no regrets whatsoever in signing up for it, it was kinda fruitful. (: had fun talking bout some controversial issues, it was interesting hearing what others had to say...talked for a bit to some acquaintances from acsi too. generally, quite a success. its been so long since i engaged in intellectual discussion...i love the cert! heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts tomorrow. and i'm not particulary overjoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115789945996608653?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115789945996608653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115789945996608653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115789945996608653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115789945996608653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/09/feels-weird-without-attending-church.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115764146499217269</id><published>2006-09-07T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T08:04:25.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/cap003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/cap003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/cap002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/cap002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;the perfect romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115764146499217269?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115764146499217269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115764146499217269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115764146499217269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115764146499217269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/09/perfect-romance.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115747474810639946</id><published>2006-09-05T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T20:10:48.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long time since i last posted (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. its all over the news, since yesterday, that steve irwin passed away. i really do feel sorry for him, not just cos its fashionable to be sorry for him at this point in time, but i do share his love for animals, and the irony of it all ): ah well. at least he died doing what he enjoyed. i grew up watching steve irwin if i do remember clearly, since primary school...croc diaries and all. amazing sense of humour and optimism even in times which would traumatise any normal person. "crikey" as he usually says. you kinda never expect tv actors to ever pass away just like that. im happy that he was an inspiration to many, left a solid legacy and lasting impression of how a genuine passion of animals and conservation is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past few days has been alright... actually attempted to blog a couple of days back but the harddisk crashed, so i'm blogging on a new one now (: went shopping on friday in JB with mom at Jaya Jusco, which essentially dispelled my thoughts of JB still being backward and underdeveloped in all areas... but not Jaya Jusco! haha. Topman and all other big brands. its really all-in-one. as of now my wardrobe has been expanded to a satisfactory level. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't really recall what i did over the weekend, which is really bad, cos' it shows i haven't been spending my time exactly wisely or significantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do recall Teachers' Day. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/Photo-0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/Photo-0059.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;Thats me and Mei Yi (: i mean, my legs and Mei Yi's. and aggie's extra foot at the corner. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/Photo-0054.0.jpg" border="0" /&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;same recognisable smirk as always, mr ng. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/Photo-0055.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/Photo-0055.1.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;The back row people seated exactly the way they were a year back. haha. the front row people i.e my row were unfortunately all M.I.A at that point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/Photo-0057.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/Photo-0057.0.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;our old classroom momentarily revived with M1 activity (: goodbye classroom, you're gona be reduced to rubble along with the entire school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BPs gona go through prime, and its gona be demolished. sigh. that means there wouldn't be opportunities for reminiscence in that school building anymore... ): So much has happened within my stay in that building. much smiles, frowns, laughter and tears shed in that building, and it was the place where many turning points in my life took place. some of which i look back with much regret, others with fond memory. it's kind of symbolic i guess, of how i've gotta just let the past go and let it tumble to dust. But i'm kinda still clinging on to things which are totally yesterday. like bout485 yesterdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had frisbee on sunday afternoon after church with amanda and bryan's churchmates. they are freakishly good. as in air-bounce-lightning-quick-fancy-shmancy-moves-across-the-field kind of good, but we had a good game despite losing (: looking forward to the next meeting. hopefully my throws will start to wobble less often, and lose the tendency to fly to peoples' faces =X no. i did not hurt anyone. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stamina's been faltering. ): i guess dancing's very much different from running. feel like i'm at some low point. but nevermind that. the screening of Restless 3 at Safra Toa Payoh went really good, tho i looked funny on stage. =\ personally thought Jerk it Out at IPHO was more well done (: thereafter, lunch at the food court at Toa Payoh MRT. i can swear toa payoh wasn't this modernised the last time i went there 0_o, or maybe its just the blur idiot that i am. its a really nice town. its like mini-town... couldn't help it but to think of the significance of that place to me. i felt really really sad. its just how close you are to some things, but you're actually a gazillion miles away from them, metaphorically speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/Photo-0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/Photo-0066.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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/Photo-0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/Photo-0067.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;i seriously wonder about what i was expecting. but whatever it was, it wasn't there, and it never happened. i guess it means something only to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am addicted to smallville. was up till 2am last night watching episodes 17-23 of season 2. i know thats quite a long time ago, but i have some catching up to do! speaking of which i haf to catch up on my work as well sighs. kristin kruek and tom welling make the hottest couple ever. i hope i'm not the only one with my childish fantasies of a perfect romance =\ teehee. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well at least i'm gettin out tml, with manda to go collect her drumsticks and study thereafter, prolly at PS or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115747474810639946?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115747474810639946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115747474810639946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115747474810639946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115747474810639946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/09/long-time-since-i-last-posted-anyways.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115695731911339316</id><published>2006-08-30T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T10:04:41.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another term's ended. oddly enough, 6 months has just gone by like that. GAH. not too nice to end it with bruised n mildly swollen knees though. =&lt;br /&gt;it was nice bumping into some familiar faces today; sylvia, caleb, esther. had a lot of time in my hands so heck, decided to join them. honey, bookmark, herbal tea. (: i reckon the teachers wouldn't want some cutesy plushies from minitoons eh. just done making a [sic]hilter &lt;--- (lol) card for my secondary school teacher. hope she'd like it. i miss my secondary school teachers. nurturing, caring, funny and all. i'm just happy most of my friends are going back tomorrow too. im getting really moody lately. its so unlike me. ah well. karin was telling me bout how guys like bandung and soya bean milk in general, and how such drinks make u produce more female hormones in ur body (oestrogen?), and temporarily more docile. haha it ain't workin for me apparently i still wana whack my head against the wall sometimes even after yummy bandung. ok. i will go bang my head into the pillow now before i bang it into a wall. i. am. so. shaaaaaged. shoulders to toes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;make &lt;s&gt;believe&lt;/s&gt; it true that tomorrow will be a better day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115695731911339316?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115695731911339316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115695731911339316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115695731911339316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115695731911339316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-terms-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115643266855273603</id><published>2006-08-24T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T08:17:48.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mouth. is a freaking construction site. how so you say. well. try rubber bands tugging at ur teeth till the roots hurt, some really nice cement at the back few teeth preventing ur top jaw from even touching the lower jaw, and a mouth full of metal. well i souldn't be complaining really, i asked for it. i swear, if my mouth didn't hurt that much, i'd be swearing my head off. imma take some panadol and go to sleep soon. i actually thought it would be fun to have rubber bands. jolene recommends i shoot sweets with them. haha. very creative, but i reckon it'll be too painful for now to do something like that for now. oh yea. bumped into a friend of emmanuel's today. it was nice meeting someone new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs test stinked. i'd be pretty happy if i can pass already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should really reward myself for surviving the 2 days of tests. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, here a some scandalicious photos of francine (who doesn't know how to talk behind some peoples' backs properly. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/Photo-0045%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/Photo-0045%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/Photo-0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/Photo-0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;francine was actually making a certain obscene gesture in the 2nd photo. note the look of elation on her face (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/Photo-0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/Photo-0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;oh this one's just random. just discovered king kong in the jungle on the way to north lodge for lit. i would relate its expression of agony to its resting position on the branches of the plant. poor thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok my gums are screaming hell now. time to sedate myself. good night world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115643266855273603?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115643266855273603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115643266855273603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115643266855273603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115643266855273603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-mouth.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115608278145815128</id><published>2006-08-20T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T07:33:24.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's a picture of my ass, yet again. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;some people&lt;/span&gt; just have a fetish for my ass i tell you, snapping away while i am &lt;em&gt;quote: "totally oblivious".&lt;/em&gt; i was playing chess on the mac, btw. and no. thats not a real snake, otherwise i'd be in hospital getting my ass shot by anti-venom by now. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/Butt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/Butt1.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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/IMG_5546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/IMG_5546.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;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sonn's shining. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dust is settling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spelling much unwanted unhappening-ness. yea. sonia's left for the UK, Vinca to HK, and Sara to the US, coincidentally all on the same day. Highly unfortunate that i couldn't go to the airport tho. hm. parents. not even on the grounds that i would be studying there. anyways. gona miss you sonn! its been really fun hanging out with you, be it frolicking about the school, or simply times spent at the canteen tables downing food. on the brighter side, you're gona be back soon anyways! in time for christmas too. Vinca, yes, the smart one, haha. have a good trip back to your motherland. sincerely wish you all the best there (: And Sara's finally realising her dream of being a professional dancer, in pursuing dance as a course of study, glad you got to go where you wana go in life. haha. everyone's off the greener pastures...anything's greener than the singaporean education system if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting to get mundane. but ah well. it IS school. and yea for the millionth time people have said, promos are drawing really really close. but common tests are what's bothering me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the afternoon muggin with stella ong.. and thereafter a jog to Lot 1 to buy dinner (:. yes stella-pok, we haf to mug more often! oh yea i love wasabi chicken floss buns from breadtalk. eaten 2 so far and am gona haf one for breakfast tml morn. bwahaha. and that shall be the highlight of my new week. whoopee-doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW's irritating the bananuts outta me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115608278145815128?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115608278145815128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115608278145815128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115608278145815128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115608278145815128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/08/heres-picture-of-my-ass-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115531600137340877</id><published>2006-08-11T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T22:16:28.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok yesterday was try malvin's patience day. I actually attempted to blog yesterday but my computer thought it was funny to shut down on me while I was blogging. Which simply adds on to the list of things which really annoyed me yesterday, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways. Yesterday started off horrible. Its just one of those days in which u start, and your head is floating in some parallel universe and you don't realise ure doing really, really stupid stuff in reality. In a nutshell, I sprained my ankle while chasing a bus, which I eventually didn't catch (whoopee), and thereafter boarded a wrong bus which resulted in me havin to take a short hike, and take a bus back to the interchange. That was followed by a walk to the polyclinic cos I simply couldn't trust myself to board the CORRECT bus a second time. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse than 2 hours at the polyclinic you say? Hmmmm. 6 BLOOMING hours at the polyclinic I say. Plonking ur ass down on a seat for approx. 6 hours, and watchin the people arnd u stone along with you, and drifting in and out of history notes, is positively DREADFUL. It consisted of a 2 hour wait to get to see a doctor, an hour or so to get the X-ray done, 2 more hours to wait for the report to be ready (the medical info. Server just had to be down at that time of the day, in this month, in this year, in this millennium, in that yea u get the drift). And another hour or less to get my medication. Ah. Bittersweet deja vu. Not that im complaining about the slow service or anything, I mean, I got it for free, but I can just slap myself for not havin woken up earlier to be kiasu and wait for the clinic to open. Ah wells. So my painful ordeal was over at 3.40pm. Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And apparently, my day could only get better. PARTY AT SONIA'S!!!! (: yes. What I am going to display, is merely a fraction of the 357 (flaming bananuts!) photos taken for the day. It was so damn cool. I was like some country bumpkin awed by the gosh darn big house. Teehee. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/IMG_5411.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/IMG_5411.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;love this shot. i'm being harassed by 2 amandas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/IMG_5386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/IMG_5386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;nicky has such sexy legs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/IMG_5433%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/IMG_5433%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;don't ask where amanda's left hand is. no, really.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/IMG_5448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/IMG_5448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;we're a bunch of angsty air guitarists and drummers (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/IMG_5476.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/IMG_5476.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;me and sexy leigh-anne (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/IMG_5478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/IMG_5478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;group photo in the living room. and haha. sonia. =O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great party. i love 1AD1. (: coolest bunch of people. ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115531600137340877?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115531600137340877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115531600137340877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115531600137340877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115531600137340877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-yesterday-was-try-malvins-patience.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115512247551383356</id><published>2006-08-09T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T04:21:15.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/Photo-0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/Photo-0027.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;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;unnnggggh. haha. the floor was still clean after that i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. a reason to post now (: i can now proclaim that from today onwards, i am no virgin to squash! hahaha. yesh. i laid my hands on my first squash racket and balls. damn fun. unfortunately, i took home more than an experience... an almost shattered shoulder, and a bruised hip. if only the court had cushioned walls gah. ah well, newbies like me. =\ haha. half the time we were laughing our asses off with each other's gracefulness. if only i had a shot of calista running into the wall. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squash, then long john silvers, then movie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. lake house! such a touching story... i love happy endings. if only my life was like that ): keanu reeves and sandra bullock were so hot (: although, they could have kissed in a more glamourous fashion at the ending. haha. they were practically eating each other when they met. haha. yes according to calista's reasoning, 2 years is a long time so you know... all the restrained passions and all. haha. but thats a movie. as far as i can see, we just don't always get 2nd chances in reality. currenly engulfed in nostalgia. and its bad cos it makes me sad. just thinking about how in life, some people just don't really need you. anymore. but hookay. since i'm having "life goes on" by leanne rimes now, i shan't think too much of it, and try to be optimistic (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/Photo-0030.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/Photo-0030.0.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;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;boo. a ghost of a handsome boy with an ah lian on the right (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are somemore pictures of perdy the obscene dog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/Photo-0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/Photo-0024.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;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;stop looking at me like that! GAHHH. im a married man! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/Photo-0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/Photo-0025.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;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"wait, don't leave me! give me a chance!" ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. partayyy. tomorrow! edible confetti, mealworm lollipop,  seasoned worms, and donkey pinyatta(sp?) !!!!! just. can't. wait. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115512247551383356?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115512247551383356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115512247551383356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115512247551383356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115512247551383356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/08/unnnggggh.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115486286539247590</id><published>2006-08-06T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T04:22:51.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/Me%20n%20Buddy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/Me%20n%20Buddy.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, nostalgia (: when i was young and stupid. YOU! yes YOU! i'll be seeing you on wednesday for lake house whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/Image003%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/Image003%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;yes people. acjc is being invaded by pacman. his snack: your ass. quick someone get the octopuses. as you can see, that not-my-ass was almost bitten off. be warned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know why im so hyped up about national day this year. its so fun once you've noted the subliminal messages in the national day songs (: i.e one people, one nation, one singapore. ahaha. never realised it till mr ngoei was telling us abt it durin hist tutorial. nevermind if you dont get it its got something to do with history. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes! 2 days w/o brain draining school. alright. im done with this spastic post. happy national day week people. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115486286539247590?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115486286539247590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115486286539247590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115486286539247590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115486286539247590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/08/ah-yes-nostalgia-when-i-was-young-and.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115426307462489771</id><published>2006-07-30T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T05:37:54.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG SRC="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/Photo-0007edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes malvin chua. well done, super, excellent results hawhaw. talk about self-denial. i shall continue to work hard &gt;.&lt; or start to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malvin is a happy boy. cos he got a new handphone. a little materialism never killed anyone did it? =] im in love with my D510.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115426307462489771?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115426307462489771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115426307462489771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115426307462489771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115426307462489771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115401514967252173</id><published>2006-07-27T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T08:47:01.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;they sweep through yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;like a blade through the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;beneath my happy smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;will you ever see my frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;will you look into me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;see the pain that i see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;be there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;be the one to set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;but for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;beneath the blue morning sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;those eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;will all they'll ever see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;is past me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hm. i've got so many questions running through my head. so many of them unanswered. if only my brain had a reset button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bleeding confidence from deep inside my guts now -The Spill Canvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115401514967252173?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115401514967252173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115401514967252173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115401514967252173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115401514967252173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-handsthey-sweep-through-yourslike.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115384002666290140</id><published>2006-07-25T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T08:07:06.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;if you're trying to turn me into someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;its easy to say i'm not down with that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i'm nobody's fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;if you're trying to turn me into something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i've seen enough and i'm &lt;strong&gt;over that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i'm nobodys fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so wasted. but happy. had a nice long chat with jo and fellow weirdo manda the night before. thanks guys, or should i say, girls for listening to me whine (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i sincerely recommend gymming &amp; exercise as a cure for emo-ness or stress. it works. haha. u just kill yourself on weights and zillion rounds round the track to the point u have no energy left to be emo. lol. aiya. i feel like such a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i miss my buddy. =(( i'll transfer to poly to find u la. haha kidding. u just know me inside out la yea. which feels pretty damn good. cos i feel so misjudged over here. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i shall learn from amanda ang and be damn heck care about everything. pros and cons eh. HAHA. okay i shall be selective bout what to heck care about yea... don't wana end up like you weirdo. heh jkjk. i'm a weirdo too. and proud of it (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115384002666290140?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115384002666290140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115384002666290140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115384002666290140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115384002666290140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-youre-trying-to-turn-me-into.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115375296329533004</id><published>2006-07-24T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T07:56:03.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buried &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;deep&lt;/span&gt; as you can dig inside yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And covered with a perfect&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such a charming, beautiful exterior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perfect posture, but you're &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;barely scraping by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you're &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;barely scraping by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one time, this is one time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can't fake it hard enough to please everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or anyone at all...or anyone at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the grave that you refuse to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The refuge that you've built to flee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The places that you've come to fear the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's the place that you have come to fear the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; hidden in the public eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such a stellar monument to loneliness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perfect make-up&lt;/span&gt;, but you're barely scraping by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you're &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;barely scraping by&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well this is one time, well this is one time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or anyone at all...or anyone at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the grave that you refuse to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The refuge that you've built to flee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The places that you've come to fear the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the place that you have come to fear the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or anyone at all..or anyone at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the grave that you refuse to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The refuge that you've built to flee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The places that you've come to fear the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the place that you've come to fear the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's the place that you have come to fear the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yea. smile, i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115375296329533004?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115375296329533004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115375296329533004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115375296329533004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115375296329533004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/07/buried-deep-as-you-can-dig-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115331817634983338</id><published>2006-07-19T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T07:11:00.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whew. some cleaner aunty found my wallet with everything intact. (: may the good Lord bless you whoever you are loloL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hearing some singapore idols butchering some songs now. this rendition sounds like a constipated avril on a toilet seat, but i shall not go into that. which is why i have my itunes on playing unmutilated songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my terms are just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rench &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;onnection &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UK -ed up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;not that im that much surprised anyways. it's just so me to screw up school exams, but i seriously doubt my ability this time round to pick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;myself up in time. and yes. screwed up by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; marks in econs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;flaming bananuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; highly ironic that i'm the newly appointed econs rep and i must say im having a hard time putting a name to a face. which really ticks myself and others off heh heh. Someone once told me. "oh, going JC? GOD BLESS YOU." haha. now i understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its such a difficult thing to do; deciding between and striking a balance/compromise between one's limitations and aspirations. clearly my balances have tilted more to the aspirations end. and therefore im pretty much screwed. i have my hopes that it would only be temporal tho, cuz i've got a really really important interview tomorrow! hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i am going to be a good boy boy. and start listening in class, and read my lecture notes beforehand, and do my tutorials. wheehee. let the countdown to promos begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10weeks. @#$%$. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115331817634983338?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115331817634983338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115331817634983338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115331817634983338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115331817634983338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/07/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115297463269823142</id><published>2006-07-15T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T07:43:52.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiya. bad day. i &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt; lost my wallet for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IC. Student Pass. CASH. Attendance card. FUNKY MONKEY NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear the cafe is jinxed im not going in again. okay maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i just hope someone finds it and returns it to me asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if that person is holding on to it for personal benefit, or steals my cash, or misuses my IC. i hope that person dies a slow death from a horrible flesh eating disease. and it can eat up the person's hand for taking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not going to think too much of it, not like it would help it run back to me anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115297463269823142?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115297463269823142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115297463269823142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115297463269823142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115297463269823142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/07/haiya.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115229273433900767</id><published>2006-07-07T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T10:18:54.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>post terms has been okay, but i have to diminish the thought of ever taking a breather after next week. @#$%. well apart from my screwed up academics, in which im just hoping that i'll somehow make it 1 year and 1 month from now, things are picking up momentum...dance comm. is gona be decided pretty soon, but i think i'll just leave it to God to decide. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case people are wondering what pass the lionel is, its some dumb game we played at the concourse outside the school foyer lol. basically we pass the monkey with music on and whoever's holdin onto lionel when the music stops has to do a forfeit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;amanda carrying the potted plant and placing lionel in the plant and going up to a random person saying "hello welcome to the jungle"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dwong shouting at a random person "stop looking at my lionel"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sonia placing lionel on a school plant and saying "where's my lionel? ah,where have you been?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;leigh-anne asking two guys to date her and alledgedly claiming to be talking to the gorilla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;glory requesting for the monkey and herself to participate in a game of frisbee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;lolol. okay. that was really fun. and ostentatious. ha. lets do it again sometime soon okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday. okay, day before yesterday, i spilled my dirty little secret to a friend. haha. it felt pretty good, and coincidentally at CF later in the day God reaffirmed what i did through mrs tan. its the corporate discipline or something. haha. but whatever its called, it makes me feel good (: i was pretty much stoned out throughout the whole session tho. but i guess it was just me being bothered by my issues, which were thankfully resolved after seeking advice from ave thereafter =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all the best to stella ong for her track nationals, and to devin for your swim nationals ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall;&lt;br /&gt;But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.&lt;br /&gt;They will soar on wings like eagles;&lt;br /&gt;they will run and noy grow weary,&lt;br /&gt;they will walk and not be faint.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Isaiah 40:30-31 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Amen to that. ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115229273433900767?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115229273433900767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115229273433900767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115229273433900767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115229273433900767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/07/post-terms-has-been-okay-but-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115175903802129311</id><published>2006-07-01T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T06:03:58.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29/6/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;swimming with the innuendoes... yaysies. ah... good times of mountain and floatation device jokes XD naughty us. sam was bein funny. quote: "there is someone.... someone behind you [wiggles fingers]..." hawhaw. we bounced on the waves, pam bounced around, we had fun (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;miss you SPAM... (:  i.e sammy and pammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and welcome back SU SU KHINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115175903802129311?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115175903802129311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115175903802129311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115175903802129311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115175903802129311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/07/29606-swimming-with-innuendoes.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115122891030159919</id><published>2006-06-25T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T02:48:30.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;headed back to BP a couple of days back for couns nite. was something i was pretty hyped up about, stupid me, thinking people would even bother coming back to visit or at least say hi to tiger tan &gt;&lt;. anyways. it was... bLah. simply bLah. nawa, saf, ali, maghfurah and I (where haf all the chinese people gone, in china for the hols? lol. but im damn sure shi jia's mugging at home -glares-) entered school when i only realised we weren't even specifically invited in the first place. hm. so much for BP traditions. it was only due to few people who were part of the last, sad, abandoned 22nd SC who took the trouble to invite us. so felt slightly uncomfortable lah. then we kinda got a lukewarm welcome, not that we were expecting confetti or anything, but i guess its cuz of the many unfamiliar faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there wasn't much to do, cuz they were playin games, so we decided to head up to see tiger. haha, we all miss him man. pretty much still the same, just... less energetic, don't really seem as alert as he used to. i guess thats what happens when changes take place, and i can relate to that. we just made a little small talk, briefly bout what changes haf taken place, whats going on, so on n so forth...and then headed down to the canteen for food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so anyways, we were all observing the programme progressing, and were pretty let down... not that surprisingly tho. there wasn't much noticeable effort gone into the event really. i mean, food in the canteen... thats TOO conventional. and convenient. lol. excitement comes from dining in the weirdest places okay. (e.g basketball court, courtyard) haha. okay nevermind that. music consisted of a handphone speaker (a handphone speaker, mind you) pointed to a microphone. gah. and its just, not much atmosphere la. it's just, councilling in there has seemingly become so meaningless, for the basic fact most (or might as well all) autonomy has been removed. the presentation of awards (in the courtyard wow.) was ho-hum. and ho-hum speeches. thank you tiger for mentioning us 4 invisbles tho, haha. so we were all seated behind throughout the ceremony watching and listening. i noticed mr. tan seemed to be tight-lipped tho, poor man. but he seemed alright soon after, kicking a balloon while making his exit back to the comfort of his staffroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and that was that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;where's the mass dance hurrrrrrrrrrrr. shucks. nothing to say la. times are different now. such a glaring difference in the quality of couns nite now as compared to past years. no dining in places which aren't meant for dining, no quality treatment to the sec 4s, no party hall, no good music, no dumb stuff. well well, that's what happens when councillors dont get opportunities to exercise some autonomy and have not a single clue of past traditions eh. well tradition now is rubbish anyways, not according to me. but still, despite all this little sighs here and there, and maybe a little smug comment here and there, it was still fine, because although we realised we hadn't went back that day to have some fun (not that we could have any anyways), it was a trip to visit our mentor, our teacher who groomed us, and sparked a change in us to become who we are today. we're glad we're living testimonies of the benefits of autonomy which was once a reality. =D yup, and change might ravage things and situations, but it just can't ravage the past, and the people who are part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so after everything ended, we cam whored for quite a bit before leaving the premises. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i learnt something about my past today, tho im not thoroughly surprised, or shocked. i had realised myself to be THE victim. i was so stupid and naive. sometimes, i just trust people too much. so help me deal with this God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115122891030159919?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115122891030159919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115122891030159919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115122891030159919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115122891030159919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115053747483847946</id><published>2006-06-17T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T02:48:13.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/1600/DSCF0198.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/DSCF0198.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;OG23 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115053747483847946?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115053747483847946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115053747483847946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115053747483847946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115053747483847946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/06/og23.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-115021439697512036</id><published>2006-06-13T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T09:03:11.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm home from PJ OG23 gathering! (: had a great time, its great to see some really really familiar faces and have some real fun. ah, the familiarity. i guess that's what's these few weeks has been about really.... familiarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been put through cold turkey on the culture i'm used to for a long time. familiarity, diversity, foolery, fun-ness. come to think of it, i must say i miss Bukit Panjang Government High and Pioneer Junior College. I should bluntly put it, nothing beats neighbourhood culture. not that "neighbourhood" is a term that is negative in any sense anyway. i didn't really realise how exciting diversity was, and how important it was to school culture. my narrow minded view of having like-minded people, people of whom speak a similar language to hang out with has been largely proven wrong. i really think this should be a time for people to get out of their cliques and their social circles to mingle among the diverse characters and personalities around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this reminds me of an episode of spongebob squarepants i watched on nickelodeon (yes i still watch cartoons and i love it) whereby squidward left spongebob &amp; patrick's neighbourhood because he simply couldn't stand their nonsense lol. and he then left for this squid utopia. in it were like-minded people, squids who loved peace and quiet like he did, squids who loved cycling like he did, squids who loved canned bread (beats me) like he did, squids who loved interpretative dancing like he did, and squids who loved recorder playing like he did. he soon discovered that this "paradise" he dreamt of was dreadfully boring due to a severe lack of diversity in character. so people, take it from squidward, appreciate diversity. =]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so anyways, back to today, we had a gathering at jac's place, heritage view condo, right at the back of acjc (: damn nice condo i must say and my cuzzie live there too. and okay shi yun i'm sorry for suggesting meeting at an earlier time hahaaaa. but we had fun watching hardgay on youtube okay. ;p much of the time earlier was spent in the house playing cards/mahjong, watchin tv, playin with chocolate and whatsername (her 2 dogs la.) and yes! watching hard gay. saysaysay hooooooooo~! hee hee. oh yea, walkin round her neighbourhood, playing volleyball and playing on the swings! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barbecue was great. cept for the usual dreadfully troublesome process of starting the pit. i had fun peppering the pit with petroleum fuel. we had honey crabstick honey sausages honey satay hon- uh no just normal otah honey chicken sotong sweet potatoes and corn. man so much food. haha. and honey is addictive. XD spent time crapping with the gang too. kavee is still 100% funny tho this time he's just oddly racist towards himself lolol. and he couldn't be seen on kristine's camera!!! hawhawhaw. you're funny man. hm, bottom line, great gathering (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. yesterday went great too. finally got to spend time with my long lost friend and revel in our childishess ;p. you know who you are ARH. heh heh. always missing/not at home/not back yet. tsktsk. and always forget to call back. -bish- haaaa. i know you too well already laaa. it's great talking to buddy again, had a nice long chat catching up and all, and whats been going on in our now seperate lives... it was kinda late then so we decided to rent dvds and watchem at my place instead. felt in the mood for trashy comedy so we decided to rent 40 year old virgin, duece bigalow and ms congeniality 2. oh my. 40 year old virgin was horribly vulgar. every single sentence had MULTIPLE vulgarities la. plus mum was about the house and the volume was on pretty loud hahahahaa. mum din say anything tho XD. so the vulgarities got SO bad we decided to switch to something more decent, ms congeniality 2. ;) Sandra Bullock kicks ass. and she's hot. =D haha seriously, i wouldn't care if my future girlfriend snorted, if her character is so damn kickass and endearing. so basically we had a great time vegging out at home. let's veg out somemore next time! haha. i've said it before, and i'll say it again, NOTHING beats hanging out with your kickass close friend. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times, good times. sigh. back to books for now tho, but i'm looking forward to the BP council outing scheduled friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-115021439697512036?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/115021439697512036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=115021439697512036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115021439697512036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/115021439697512036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-home-from-pj-og23-gathering-had.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-114917007066851942</id><published>2006-06-01T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T06:56:51.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i survived. bwahaha. a damn indescribable experience. so okay, Restless 3 (a now overly used term) is now over, which is good &amp; bad. good cos it was really successful, and now i have time to study, bad cos i hate studying and i miss the intensity of the practices. okay. cliched, but many thanks to all the other dancers for tolerating my nonsense, for being so damn caring and wonderful. really. dancers are the best people around ever. many thanks to Avelyn for being with me in the times i felt like quitting, many thanks to the really nice (&amp;amp; yummy) gifts from Natasha, Stephanie my theatre buddy, and Avelyn...yup. Apologies and thanks to tallie wallie Amanda, for almost dropping you so many times during practice =O but hey, we pulled it off! heh heh. Thanks to Raj too for the concern in the time i was sick from flu, for the tarts and hot tea, to Miss Wong for the porridge... most of all, thank God for His sustenance and providence throughout the journey.. i'm really proud to say that my first dance production was Restless 3, The Book Of Days. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, i could write a thesis length account of what happened behind the scenes and all, but i figure i probably don't have the time, and some things are just better off unsaid anyways... the wonderful memories are enough =] and i hope people stop calling me Ah Pek, cos firstly i'm not old or anything, just blur, and its so unglam. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/DSC00851.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-Da. E8. the posh, 5 star "chalet" at costa sands. complete with dirty tiles, weeds under the stairs, upturned drain cover and broken tiles, not to mention the clustrophobic interior. haha. oh yea thats not a ghost in the house, thats the duck's reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="279" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1096/320/coconuts.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So after production, what's next. POST PRODUCTION PARTAYYYYY! haha. this is a random photo of eugene (tryin to look spastic here), moi and benjamin under this really cool sign. went to check out the place at East Coast, and good to say eveything looks according to plan. Shu Jia the duck stepped on POOP omg. so our convo was pretty much dominated by the discussion of animal poop on the way to macs lol. and man. the smell of poop in macs. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;looking forward to PPP on sunday. i have my fingers crossed and my prayers that it WONT rain on that day. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-114917007066851942?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/114917007066851942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=114917007066851942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114917007066851942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114917007066851942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-survived.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-114805662886889543</id><published>2006-05-19T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T09:42:52.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's mid year... again. JC life is monkey nuts busy. i'm like the eye-baggy zombie walking around school.well, restless III is officially 6 days from now, and my academics are apparently in the ditches. nono. they're in the bacteria found in the ditches. sigh. single digits for tests and well, close to single digit for some others have really sounded the alarm in me. but im basically shutting my ears to the warning for now. during the june holidays, i shall hole myself up into the confines of my room and Mug with a capital M. i hope i'll be able to find my Motivation. and yea, with a capital M too. i'd imagine how surreal the feeling would be after Restless, actually not having much to do, and thereafter after the june holidays actually getting to leave school while it's still BRIGHT. haha. well not that i'm complaining much abt havin to come home late these days cos of dance or anything, but in fact i kinda like it..time kinda flies when u're really absorbed in shaking your booty :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm getting less blastings for now, with the key phrase being "for now", but wait till theatre week so the seniors say. well that's next week, and i guess that's pretty much what the buddy system is for. hahaha. stephanie, you're stuck with me. muahaha. hope i won't get sued for saying this, but MOE pple can't dance. hawhaw. well. much more worse than i am already that is. Its gona be interesting on 2nd June at Suntec. Teaching arm dance movements to MOE big shots to this goosepimply hair raising awfully cheerful S Club 7 song "Don't Stop Never Give Up". oh my gosh, its so cheerful you'll sprout pink rabbit ears and start hopping around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Only managed to attend the last 40 minutes of passionAC today, but i would've expected the concert to have been a blast. it's really touching how the CF are so dedicated to God's work, and man, is their worship ministry inspiring. And the passionAC Tee is really nice lol. but that's beside the point. I'm just glad many responded to the alter call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dancing just gets more and more enjoyable. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-114805662886889543?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/114805662886889543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=114805662886889543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114805662886889543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114805662886889543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-mid-year.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-114736147391510118</id><published>2006-05-11T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:31:16.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my weeks been crazy. i think im getting affected by a lack of sleep or sth. not so much of physical fatigue (at least till yesterday) but more of mental affectedness. like im forgetting things. finding myself making spastic trips in the lift right up to my house 2 times in row retrieving 2 different things consecutively. plus. i had my first detention class yay. cos i was late for school by one *toot* minute. and wasted 12 bucks on that cab trip too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that aside, im glad i did well for napfa this week, still not my best performance tho, if it weren't for late nights everyday. but its alright. cant believe i was 1 pull up short of an A tho. h3ll. apparently my laughter inducing hysterical exclaimations and kicking didn't do much help in helping me on my 10th pull up. lol. free show for pple at the void deck man. but derek ho's thankfully givin me another shot next week. "show me you can do it" he said. well i am okay! muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless 3 tickets on friday and saturday night are all SOLD OUT. whoaaaaaa. im so proud for the society. good news, we're having a matinee on saturday. that's 3 shows altogether =] apparently ACSI wants all the tickets for the matinee, so people reading this, u better order quick before the rest of the theatre seats are gone. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been frankly dreading practices, which isn't right i know cuz im just tired, but somehow the moment i start dancing, i feel ironically energised. ah the wonders of dance. finally a touch of familiarity, a dance to Wake Me Up When September Ends. :D really cool, and touching. the dance is like a cross between My Chemical Romance's Never Coming Home and Green Day's Wake Me Up When September Ends MTV. Highlighting how war severes relationships. not to be missed. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework's on hold for now gah. gg to haf to mug wif my old time macdonalds study pal fizah in june for term exams. heh heh. For now, its living and breathing dance for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-114736147391510118?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/114736147391510118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=114736147391510118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114736147391510118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114736147391510118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-weeks-been-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-114649213177184182</id><published>2006-05-01T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:02:11.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went out to 6th avenue to meet up with PW group mates today. sigh so embarassing for myself i took 67 and overshot all the way to LITTLE INDIA. 0_o egads stop laughing. so i cabbed back there went my 5 BUCKS sigh. and couldn't resist mud-pie at coffee bean and there went 4 bucks. i'll eat bread and drink water for the rest of the week thankew. such a nice place to live in. 5 mins away from school and buona vista mrt stn. and not to mention all the ang moh eye candies. =] okay what am i saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay Restless 3 is coming soon tix are on sale this week 20 bucks! =D can play by edusave okay? performance dates are 26 and 27 May at ACS Barker, 7.30pm u can come and see me shake my booty so its very worth it hawhaw. but no seriously, come watch it'll be good, it's a whole medley of dances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im part of 6 dances. i only have 1 brain. i really really pray i won't screw up. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good news, im gettin blasted less often now. and many thanks to avelyn for talking to me =) and gwen for the nice letter. and everyone for empathizing with me while im gettin blasted. hurhur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh the dreamship parody on friday was so damn funny. watched it at the viewing gallery after CF if u haven't seen it, u've missed out a lot of laughs. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay. school tml. time to sleep or i'll just die in mid week like last week and i'll be smsing people to help pray for me again. heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-114649213177184182?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/114649213177184182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=114649213177184182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114649213177184182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114649213177184182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/05/went-out-to-6th-avenue-to-meet-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-114597907928246020</id><published>2006-04-25T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T08:31:19.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many things to be thankful for today. today's my personal thanksgiving day lol. anyways, my prayers were answered... and i'm really happy tho im baggy eyed and rushing international history again. as usual. but im not sick anymore, dance rocked today, and im ironically energetic... thanks to so much support from the dance society members... most caring bunch of seniors and fellow J1s i've met. ever. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was mundane today. flu bug going around again. and i feel pretty guilty now that my parents seemingly haf gotten it from me, but ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, a day which has ended on a good note, and a much needed 3 day rest. thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-114597907928246020?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/114597907928246020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=114597907928246020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114597907928246020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114597907928246020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-many-things-to-be-thankful-for.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-114537298223851507</id><published>2006-04-18T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T08:10:46.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im almost dead... dead from dancing lol. been leaving house at 6.30am and leaving school at 8.30pm without fail. my body can't keep up, im so damn koyakk. apparently my lines rlly stink im struggling to remember all the moves what banghra "dirty-dirty flirty-flirty" moves man. lol fun. but tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failed GP essay. my first essay. asdjfkl. 21/50 whoopee doo. apparently my argument was too skewed without evidence. ah well, gone are the days of O level english. lets see chinese test is what, day after tml? and i know nuts about wad bees and spiders and ants or whatever insects or chinatown. argh. imma flunk it la i tell u. might be a norm at ac perhaps but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't be here now i have international history essay outline to do argh, but so damn tired imma just whack it tml but what's new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm REALLY looking forward to next week so i can take a breather. and for my scraped knees and blistered toes to heal too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, haf project work to worry about yeargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yawn-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-114537298223851507?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/114537298223851507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=114537298223851507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114537298223851507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114537298223851507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-almost-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-114501235853002293</id><published>2006-04-14T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T04:00:48.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grandma was actually smiling beneath the glass (: i guess that's a good testimony enough for the joy Jesus can bring even when one's staring death straight in the face. i can imagine an angel descending to bring her up, and grandma smiling in joy at the sight. yes, i believe so. (: and i sincerely hope that my relatives will see the light some day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the visit was fine, the usual actually, first aunt second aunt third aunt my mum fifth aunt sixth aunt, second uncle fourth uncle smallest uncle (not physically) and all the little bouncy naughty cuzzies im lazy to name gah. overcrowding sia heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad to be home. travelling is so tiring. X\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-114501235853002293?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/114501235853002293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=114501235853002293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114501235853002293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114501235853002293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/04/grandma-was-actually-smiling-beneath.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-114467065332385605</id><published>2006-04-10T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T05:06:08.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;goodbye grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just received news not too long ago granny's gone... i've got to admit i don't know grandma that well... probably cos of language gap, and generation gap and all. but still, granny was quite a part of my childhood. (: looks like things are gona be different from now on, probably fewer visits to granny's place every year. got me thinking about granny's life, how mum and dad always refer to the "old times". nevertheless, i admire grandma a lot, raising and supporting 12 children, now an impossible feat. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got me thinking, if i really had a chance to talk to granny over tea and speak teochew really well, i wonder what stories she would've tell me. i guess i'll have to wait a while to meet her again. another generation gone, and yet another emerges... life goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-114467065332385605?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/114467065332385605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=114467065332385605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114467065332385605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114467065332385605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/04/goodbye-grandma.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-114451212106490177</id><published>2006-04-08T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T09:06:02.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after CF on friday, i hadn't felt any better in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i guess God sent me here for a reason; to be with CF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;removing the thorns will take sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-114451212106490177?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/114451212106490177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=114451212106490177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114451212106490177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114451212106490177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/04/after-cf-on-friday-i-hadnt-felt-any.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-114414860138908843</id><published>2006-04-04T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T04:04:58.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im getting lazy to blog. gahhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im so glad things are back to normal. whew. if that hell carried on any longer i swear i would've given up. dance pracs are getting rlly enjoyable. banghra. damn cool. its the usher song remixed with indian voiceovers. lol. dancing is so much different here, everyone's so on. and whoohoo. im gona be in an "all-girls" ballet performance. and nicole moosa is NOT invited. muahahaha. actually, its not "all-girls" anymore aint it. that aside, i'm really looking forward to Restless III. (: the banghra one that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;headed down to the acjc swimming complex yesterday with stella the cheenapok to support devin the chio-bu. wa lau. whole week been saying "aiya i sure last one la" i strangle you arhs. get 2nd for one of the events lol. damn power lah you. PLUS. your 2.4km run. " i very slow one...". Ask you what your timing is, "hm, 8 minutes plus only" yeargh. devin ong. -bish-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im finding it rlly hard to keep awake in lectures nowadays. prolly cuz my body clock is screwed. woke up at 5 plus over the weekend, and woke up 4.50am this morning wth. im screeeewed. thankfully mr. ngoeei's (sp?) a real interesting lecturer, or rather, a sarcastic one. haha. "11th April, Mac gets the sack!" and "Ridgway is spelled.... WITHOUT the E!" LOL. damn effective way of remembering stuff la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;been pulling lotsa pranks in and between classes. my blue marker has been abused. =( ah well, used to decorate amanda's and nicole's faces with the dolphin stamp, thats a good cause. HAHAHA. and Joanna. kena both sides! hawhawhaw. and yays. im actually the Chinese rep. aiya. lau shi seems to be in real mood swings nowadays. and chinese class is only interesting cuz we or rather i keep giving stupid explanations for the cheng yus. haaaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;looking forward to class party at Sonia's. bungalow eh. it's gona be damn fun la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CA. TESTS. NEXT. WEEK. IM. DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what is someone you positively adore is causing you to stumble. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-114414860138908843?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/114414860138908843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=114414860138908843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114414860138908843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114414860138908843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-getting-lazy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-114326926991106948</id><published>2006-03-24T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:51:45.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what an omigoshwhathehellhappenedididn'tmeanforittohappen week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shan't go into details... but bottom line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________BAD START_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol okay i'm now at a stage way past depression. maybe its SO bad i don't feel bad anymore. ah well. that's life for me, gota start to learn to make the best outta things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God despite all the omigoshwhathehellhappenedididn'tmeanforittohappen things that happened... i ended it off well =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks bud for the sakae sushi treat -smirk- i think i ate too much raw salmon oops... then had some problems the next day heh heh. oh and thanks for kissycat too. haha. but i'm just glad u could make ur way down. lol. 2nd April... very impt eh? then its the other way round hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian fellowship went good. the people there are um... flamboyant. hahaha. not to mention loud too. but ah well, thats PASSION for God man. Wish i could haf that, guess it just takes time for me... i'll be looking foraward to the weekly wednesday morning worship at the bleaches. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an oh ho i can finally do 10 laps at the pool. wow what an achievement haha. but its a good start =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be spending less time on the com now. a lot of omigoshwhatintheworldsomuchcontent notes to cover. zzzzz. down to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-114326926991106948?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/114326926991106948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=114326926991106948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114326926991106948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114326926991106948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-omigoshwhathehellhappenedididntme.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-114294416218618294</id><published>2006-03-21T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T04:29:22.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heal</title><content type='html'>everyday's a struggle&lt;br /&gt;i wished i hadn't kissed my sweet innocence goodbye&lt;br /&gt;i'm still hanging on by a thread with dying might&lt;br /&gt;and i call out to the ground below me&lt;br /&gt;when i should be looking upward to the Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad at least&lt;br /&gt;im the only one still left bleeding&lt;br /&gt;wish i could heal the way you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could heal the way you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-114294416218618294?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/114294416218618294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=114294416218618294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114294416218618294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114294416218618294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/03/heal.html' title='heal'/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-114273159416248165</id><published>2006-03-18T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T17:26:34.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>such a lazy week. =\ ah well. despite havin my birthday this week, its been really unhappening. probably cos all my close friends are busy. *glares* haha u know who u are butt. anyways i don't care you're gona haf to treat me dinner by the end of this week! muahaha. birthdays just seem to get less and less significant each year... and i personally find its not much of a cause to celebrate about. it's like celebrating your own existence. hurhur. but still, its nice to receive greetings from your friends who still care for you :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming was fun. i was like... an elephant in water la. heh heh. hope i'll learn up till at least the intermediate stage by the end of next year. anyways i ended up getting sunburn =0 and somehow my face always ends up in a lighter shade than my arms by next morning =&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to school this week! =D gona find out who my new classmates are whee. hope they're nice and nuts. buahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been thinking a lot again. -slaps self- back to reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-114273159416248165?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/114273159416248165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=114273159416248165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114273159416248165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114273159416248165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/03/such-lazy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-114205107063522838</id><published>2006-03-10T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:24:30.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>settled.</title><content type='html'>i've moved... again. heh heh. Thank God. i really gave up appealing into ACJC... but eventuallly i still received the call. looks like my early effort in submitting the portfolio paid off. and not only that... received the opportunity of doing Drama Elective Programme. =] declined tho, i reckon heavy theatrical commitments would be really draining to me, despite it being part of the curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really weird. i've been hopping round so much...really unsettled. just wen i was gettin comfy with the AJ seniors and my OG mates...got uprooted again and whisked off to another place... its not a bad thing tho, its on to greener pasture for me... by His grace. =)) i'm gona miss AJ mildly. hurhur. just a few people la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully AC people AREN'T snobbish like everyone thinks... that'll be major generalisation. Day 1 there and i already made a random friend Devin. LOL. 2nd intake lost sheep of the world unite! im not afraid to admit how lost i was there la. i was "where is (this place)" and where is (that place)" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, its been "while i live, i learn" to "non mihi solum" to "the best is yet to be" lol. now this is what i call holistic education. this is as broad as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to settle down. =) and down to work....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-114205107063522838?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/114205107063522838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=114205107063522838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114205107063522838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114205107063522838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/03/settled_114205107063522838.html' title='settled.'/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-114122598545473281</id><published>2006-03-01T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T04:24:04.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was my last day of school.. even though it isn't officially supposed to be =X and i totally wasted my money on watching a movie i knew i would be wasting money on. ugh. yea. Final Destination whoopee. the plot is totally GAH. its a total B grade storyline. maybe cuz its totally the same as 1 and 2. all gore. just... disgusting thats all. so this girl has a preminition and finds clues from photos. pretty hilarious actually. so the types of deaths in FD3 are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) people plop to the ground like dead flies from the roller coaster (guy gets flung into poles like a pinyata (sp?) in the process)&lt;br /&gt;2) back of a guy's head turns into minced meat&lt;br /&gt;3) 2 dumb blondes FRY in a tanning salon (really sick)&lt;br /&gt;4) girl's face turns into mozerella cheese complete with nails intact&lt;br /&gt;5) guy's face gets crushed at both sides by gym weights&lt;br /&gt;6) guy gets crushed by lamp-post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow wee. cheap thrills. i bet those CGI graphics guys had so much fun adding all the minced meat splatters here and there. i can imagine "woo! this girl needs a facial! [inserts nails]" and the ending? total anti-climax -_-&lt;br /&gt;preminition. stuck in train. black out. end. man. maybe FD1 and FD2 got me slightly paranoid, but this one got me chuckling my way out of the theatre. if there is FD4 i can't imagine wad other kinds of deaths they could possibly cook up. i'd rather watch happy tree friends if i want some gore. its free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/Photo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;funny pic.  table was sliding backwards thanks to brian. lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite sad. =( bye bye A02.. bye bye S17... bye bye OG23.. bye bye PJ. ah wells. gota move on sooner or later anyways. loved classes during the past 2 weeks. the people there are darn nice lah. i can only hope i'd be able to gel well enough with my new classmates next week, whoever they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crashing IJ tml. yea. innova. not the convent school. hurhurrr =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-114122598545473281?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/114122598545473281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=114122598545473281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114122598545473281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114122598545473281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-was-my-last-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-114060082331864376</id><published>2006-02-22T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:32:27.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time of your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"i stand on the rim of a wound just healing..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;~Judith Hemschemeyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anticipating.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;will i always remember that month...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;butterflies in your stomach,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in bright light;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and it all begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;four short hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;were the time of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you were no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will i always remember...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sweet sound of warmth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;resounding from the east;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;taking away all my fears,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it is something i dearly miss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the far sea of music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the odd tapping on the receiver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i could hear the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;gently blowing in my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we were but mayflies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;passing each other by;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;flutter together for a while we did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it but lasted as long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;as long as we lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;countless contracts written on glass;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;encircled your fragile heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a pity i could not see beyond the glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;fogged by paranoia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;stained by my unworthiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;treasured the glass did i not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but shattered the beautiful glass fort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;give me some time you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i guess its just another promise that we've made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;~Malvin Chua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you were my wonderwall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-114060082331864376?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/114060082331864376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=114060082331864376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114060082331864376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114060082331864376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/02/time-of-your-life.html' title='time of your life'/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-114024972473476586</id><published>2006-02-17T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T00:02:04.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;weekend is here... yeaaaa. went to acjc with my buddy =D. fun-o-rama was uh. fun! hahaha. 10 bucks was quickly spent. ah well. hope i'll be studying there soon... =X its amazing how well fun-o-rama is so well publicised. seen so many people i know. haha stella the scaredy cat. scared of the little cheena haunted mansion lol. the only thing i'll be scared would be the ghosts speaking in chinese hahaha. too bad i din get to go. 10 bucks per entry gahhhh. i've had my share of horror with the pricing thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some pretty interesting sights. bananaheads, cookie costumes stating "bite me" (i'd like one please) and some walking sushis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;spent a couple of hours there walking round the whole campus.. its damn nice la. sports complex alone is impressive enough though... then headed to J.E... watched &lt;em&gt;small&lt;/em&gt; american kids playing ice hockey. really cute. haha half the time they were falling down, scrambling about. wish i could take up ice hockey. inspiration unfortunately quickly loses steam tho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on to other stuff. finally changed stream yay. haha. realised i've got so many affliations now. OG23, 06S17, and now 06A02. i love all of em =D. i'll miss S17 la. and no i dun miss you specifically maureen soh u kuku. doesn't make much of a difference tho. it's moving. either sooner or later... but i'm already amazingly settled in A02 in day 1... people there are really warm la.. nothing to do with the fact that there're 5 other BPians there heh. thanks =) enjoyed the scandalous gossip update. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;looks like i've got quite a bit to catch up with on arts. sigh. been doing chemistry, physics for the past few weeks for nothing. ah well. but i love history, and literature =D future is still in the blur tho. please lead me Lord. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;looking forward to the coming 2 weeks with A02. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-114024972473476586?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/114024972473476586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=114024972473476586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114024972473476586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/114024972473476586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/02/saturday_114024972473476586.html' title='saturday'/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-113956045966580324</id><published>2006-02-10T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T00:34:19.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im smiling...</title><content type='html'>=) i'm smiling today..thank God. miracles do happen. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-113956045966580324?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/113956045966580324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=113956045966580324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113956045966580324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113956045966580324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-smiling.html' title='im smiling...'/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-113948680408259466</id><published>2006-02-09T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T05:50:21.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the suspense is killing me. okay maybe it isn't. i'll be praying really hard tonight. ah well. all i can say is im most likely gona stay in PJ which is not really a bad thing. whatever it is, i leave it in Your hands =]. where ever You lead, i will Follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope history does not repeat itself tho. perhaps... perhaps i'd be smiling at a results slip for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best to everyone yea? =) if my results not good, i won't be gg for mass barbecue tml evening lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first time pon school today hee. okay maybe not the first time, but the last one i signed out on the grounds of a "valid" reason. so i moped around the whole morning doing channel surfing as usual (im such a slob/slacker) then waited for stella to be done with school at NJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then met at Bugis to go hunting for heart-shaped balloons and sticks. don't even know how to get to "The Concourse" la. we weren't even sure what that place was. (Mall? Shophouses) Sua Gu yes i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha. spent the first few minutes standing in the rain under the shelter of Stella's punified umbrella trying to flag a friggin cab but to no avail. then walked back down to ask control station master for directions. then went up to ask pple at bus-stop for directions. then gave up flagged a cab anyways. yeargh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so i found out Concourse is actually a shopping mall (surprise surprise). A really small mall, quite ulu actually. Small book convention going on in the basement with only a few wandering customers, and 4 levels of shops... perhaps its deserted because its a weekday. but i couldn't imagine it bein any different on a weekend. i mean, its small and only has a few genre of uninteresting cheena shops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;finally got the supplies then headed back after a short stop at BK...considerably interesting outing. gah. and Stella! u had better not spread your flu to me arh. or i strangle your already sore throat. MUAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;please let me sleep tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-113948680408259466?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/113948680408259466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=113948680408259466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113948680408259466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113948680408259466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/02/waiting.html' title='waiting.'/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-113888777045226043</id><published>2006-02-02T05:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T05:48:16.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chinese new year has been really good this year :) perhaps i've been too cynical about it. haha its not that i got a lot of ang pau then i say this, but it's alriiight la.. seeing my relatives in malaysia... seeing that they're getting on pretty okay haha. witnessed a huge change in my uncle too. i'm sure he'd want me to share this, but God has truly changed his life :) an ex-drinker and ex-heavy gambler, God has truly opened his eyes to those ill ways... im really happy for him. took him 5 years to think it through. another living example of the power of God :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways here are a few pictures. heehee. put 2 sisters and 1 brother in a small house with little entertainment and voila.  long time since of took pictures with my 2 lovable sisters :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/th_MuarPhotos048.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that blob's my cuzzie daniel hahaha. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/th_MuarPhotos037.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, doreen, clara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got pretty stressed out after came back from malaysia...cuz had to do chemistry tutorial. couldn't study la.. grandma's place wasn't condusive enough hahaha. k im just giving excuses. i was totally busy with eating and drinking... stuffing myself with pineapple tarts and downing tangy tangerine 100-plus. haven't tried putting myself on the weighing scales yet wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had ODAC yesterday.. we hiked to bukit timah hill via some forest trail :) then up the hill, and down...i love the outdoors =) glad to have chosen something really different this time...no regrets. conversation during the hike got REALLY interesting. hard to believe that the conversation somehow got to excrement and socially uncomfortable topic; farting. haha. courtesy of Jasmine the POOPologist wannabe. haha. she can write how to fart silently 101 la. hahaha. carry handbag to hiking sia... first time i see hee. not intentionally la of course. fortunately the rain held out until we reached the bottom of the hill again. yups. ended off with dinner with some of the J1 ODACians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised i lasted till 6pm in school today.. must have been mums supplements. namely fish oil, vitamin B and vitamin C. otherwise i swear i'd nod off 2 hours into the school morning. din haf math tutorial today... so we spent 2 hours playing dai dee, bluff, heart attack, indian poker (nothing racist. really) and black jack in the CANTEEN. no money of course. haha tell me which other JC can you play cards in the canteen. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel good now, prob cuz sch ends at 1030 tml =D tho haf to go back at 2pm for open house. but i dun mind that much.. whether i stay or leave PJ, i'll still love PJ... thank you PJ for a really good time. if i leave, im really gona miss the warm environment and the ncie, clean spacious facilities... gona miss the friends i've made the most of course... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy happy. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-113888777045226043?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/113888777045226043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=113888777045226043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113888777045226043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113888777045226043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinese-new-year-has-been-really-good_02.html' title=''/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-113749273052324275</id><published>2006-01-17T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T02:18:16.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ever dreamt of waking up in your home with not a soul in sight? with no furniture, and four aged and collapsing walls around you? what a scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;websites can be a lot like real physical buildings... its funny. and sad sometimes. haha. maybe im just emotionally perturbed or something. but anyways. in a world wide web where sites can be easily set up, they can be easily abandoned too. its really fun and great to witness a site grow in terms of visitors... and be bustling with activity in the tag boards, but unfortunately, when activity halts, its kind of stepping into a surreal place where time has stopped...i almost feel sorry for these websites =( I guess there's some invisible attachment that is formed between a person and a site, perhaps a habitual thing, that when suddenly cut lose can result in the emotion of lostness... its really like visiting an old building of treasured memories that were once alive, and even more so when you were once part of it. written history on a lighted screen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thoughts aside... school has officially started man... just received confirmed time table today... =X lectures and tutorials here i come.. and gah. thurday ends at 6.00pm! weird. 4 - 5pm is a break... then 5 - 6pm is P.E. how these time tables are formed... beats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately... PJ's cca system is too much like BPs... highly unlimited and rigid. Went for canoe tryouts. ran 3.2km, then chin-ups, then sit-ups, then then push ups. ugh. and then i was informed training frequency could go up to 4 times a week. =X wad abt A levels man. canoeing has officially gone out of my CCA list. And i wanted tennis... surprise surprise... they only want experienced players for upcoming tournaments. its no wonder why singapore can't discover sporting talents... there're probably many undiscovered talents buried under the rigid and inflexible CCA systems. ok before i turn this into an ugly complaint post, i'm glad i got thru first round of ODAC "fun trials". station games. heehee. maybe its cuz i volunteered to have an egg stashed in my climacools and thrown 2 levels down from a staircase landing. =X it sounded like it broke. but it hadn't much to my relief.. all the cushion from the stinky socks protected it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. hope i fare well at tml's physical trials. i am NOT gona eat anything 4 hours prior to the trial. Got a horrific stitch at canoe try-outs due to my lagged out digestive system =( GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my week will turn out well... Chinese New Year again... a time of bad CNY music in heartland shopping malls. Ah well, i wont be enjoying that in Singapore, i'll be doin that in Malaysia as usual.. hope i can stay in Singapore in the period of Chinese New Year in years to come... its rarely or rather never happened. Argh. gota go do my tutorials now. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-113749273052324275?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/113749273052324275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=113749273052324275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113749273052324275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113749273052324275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/01/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-113672852804111169</id><published>2006-01-08T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T05:55:28.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you look like woooooh. =]</title><content type='html'>the past week's been great =] orientation specifically. as usual i withdraw my initial judgement; PJ isn't bad after all =)) in fact im loving it. heh. the orientation has evidently done its job. i guess (or not) i didn't like PJ one bit on day 1... naturally... the 4 hour talks totally pissed me off... butt cramps and all. but it is in the norm for most jcs on day1 after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im too lazy to go into details or to write a full report of wad i did from day 1 to day 6, but all i can say is the the people that i've come into contact with are nice; with the exception of maybe a couple of eccentrics, but otherwise...great! =] And to think i thought the people at PJ looked very zombie like. they're not so after all. The OGLS are really highly spirited. i can feel it. And awfully nice and friendly too...maybe cuz im smiling more. muahaha. someone actually said i din look fierce. im so happy. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad its been raining like 7 days in a row... talk about a delayed monsoon season.. = hope it doesn't rain tml. i wana play wet games! =D so considering the fact despite all the gloomy rain, that i still feel good about PJ, i would say its orientation has been pretty successful.. cept for the unavoidable day 1 talks =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been fun working with so many people i don't know today... haiya. kena sabo-ed by my OG to be section leader for performance. singing "stand by me" sumore. XD im so gona "throw face". wahaha. anyways im so glad we managed to think of all the items for our clan performance... Nootka is gona rock the campfire man. heh heh. so there Trivor! jkjk. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im gona enjoy this orientation fever while i can... sigh. after tuesday, its straight to work... bah. i hope my future class people will be nice =)) imma say this now... i like PJ. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-113672852804111169?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/113672852804111169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=113672852804111169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113672852804111169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113672852804111169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-look-like-woooooh.html' title='you look like woooooh. =]'/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-113595617016540342</id><published>2005-12-30T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T23:35:58.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 - omega.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2005 has come to an end. Inevitably, we all (i hope) do think about what has happened throughout the year. I'm just always hit with a bout of nostalgia when that happens. And this wonderful song pretty much sums it all up. Melancholic, nostalgic, and yet uplifting in a mysterious kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been really traumatic for me this year. So much has happened within a span of 365 days. Well, truthfully, mostly negative. And all on top of "O" levels too! Yup, and nobody said life would be a bed of roses. And I couldn't agree more. And God has his reasons too. But i trust in Him that He had His reasons and His plans for allowing certain things to happen. And i've learnt a lot. I learnt not to take things for granted. I learnt the importance of tactfulness. I learnt the importance tolerance. I learnt its hard to love difficult people, but i've got to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the many sleepless nights. All the tear drenched sheets. All the times when I felt like i was on the verge of just losing it. All the times when i got so frustrated with the people who really pushed me to the limits. Our world is indeed a secular one...its really surprising how nasty people can be in the world can be. The best part: they have barely a conscience that you could call human. Even figures of authority you would expect to have a certain level of moral standards might just shock you. I won't be surprised anymore, and neither will I be shaken by them, for I have God, who aids me in staying steadfast and rooted in spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shouldn't blame God for bad things that happen to us. Every dark cloud has its silver lining, and similarly, for every bad thing that happens, something good comes out of it, and it might just be a blessing in disguise. Somehow, every crisis that shook me lead me closer into the arms of God. Sometimes, we feel that our lives are too comfortable and too secure that we feel we do not need God. And its when crisis comes that we are awakened by the reality of the situation. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;We all need God's guidance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank God for all the friends that he has blessed me with, really. They have meant so much to me, in those trying periods. Thank God for my providing me with a best friend to have a shoulder to cry on, and to be a source of comfort. And Thank You for bringing her into Your kingdom. It means SO much. Thank God for having me such a friend that doesn't just come by every other day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this box too. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/th_BoxofMemories.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contains all of the precious writings that my friends have written me, along with a couple of gifts too. I'm at a loss of what to do with it though. They do remind of the bad times, but these writings are kinda precious. Perhaps i shall keep this box and store any future letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite such a trying year 2005 has been, my life in secondary school i must say has been very fulfilling. If it weren't for the CCA switch, i would have missed out on SO many opportunitites! I could hardly imagine. Things seemed really tough in sec 1, but God paved a way for me. Somehow God gave me the strength to cope with an amazing load of activities. And these activities have truly equipped me with the experience and skills that i could apply in future. It's not just about making your resume a whole lot spicier or flashier. These experiences really do help to mould us into the people we are, it makes us say the things we say, and think the things we think, it affects our character and personality (ideally positive). However maintaining a firm faith and belief in God and Jesus's teachings of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all this, I have indeed seen God work in my life this year in many ways. I should think God has a sense of humour. haha. sometimes the situation just looks as if it were beyond salvation. I do some good thinking for a few weeks. I feel sad. I cry. I pray. And hey presto, right at the very last moment, there's a sudden twist. And everything has turned out fine. =)) God makes me think in so many amazing ways. heh. Its a pity how what happened its supposed to be kept a secret tho. But trust me, if you came to know God better, you'd be able to see how he works amazingly in your life, and in all our lives. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its so much more than a coincidence too. Would you not think, if our lives were a coincidence, if our world was here by coincidence, and whatever happens is just a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;mere coincidence&lt;/span&gt;, would not our lives lose &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; meaning? Where would our purpose in life be? Well, the only way we can find out what our purpose of life is is to seek God. I can see no other way really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really sad for myself tho. I have given away somethings that just cannot be taken back. I really feel, or rather know that i have done so many bad things, that i am just beyond salvation, beyond hope, beyond forgiveness. I feel very evil, very sinful. No amount of good deeds that i do now can ever atone for whatever bad things that i have done in the past. Lets say i told a lie yesterday. That lie caused grievious hurt to someone close to my heart. Perhaps thats a -20 points from my Karma. -10 for the lie itself, and another -10 for the hurt that i caused. Could i today help 4 old ladies across the road for +5 points each to make up for what i have done yesterday? No, it is impossible to neutralise what i have done to that someone by doing good to others. It will not make me feel any better about myself, and i will not feel any better a person from yesterday. And who is doing the recording on my score card? Is there some imaginary pen in the universe writing my deeds down on some magical paper? We cannot ourselves think of how many times we've sinned in a day. It could be as simple as losing our temper. And we don't exactly know how many "demerit" points each bad deed worth, and neither do we know how many "merit" points each good deed is worth. These questions were what lead me to strengthen my faith in Jesus and God... =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Time for resolutions! =)) haha. i dun think i'd bother sharing them. They're pretty personal. I'll share them with God. =p Anyways, i do encourage one and all to do some reflection and thinking. Let us not just let another year pass us by like that without a sense of meaning. =)) plus doing it helps us to identify our our own problems and make us better people! that way we'd make the world a more pleasant place! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone's Christmas has been a blessed one. =) and remember this... "Christmas is CHRISTmas without Christ!" God bless everyone. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing some of you guys in PJC. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-113595617016540342?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/113595617016540342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=113595617016540342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113595617016540342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113595617016540342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2005/12/2005-omega.html' title='2005 - omega.'/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-113510076371551117</id><published>2005-12-20T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T09:52:18.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>outing, outing =))</title><content type='html'>yesterday's been great, hung out with pam, samantha, dennis, christopher and samuel =)) had fun playin pool at causeway point muahaha. im getting good at it! i think. =P yea. and went swimmin at sam's place too. outings wif the gang are always fun =)) hope we can do it again sometime...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so after hours of frolicking in the pool, and after dinner at Loy Kee's chicken rice, we all took a stroll around the woodlands neighbourhood where all the semi-detached houses are. i was so... mesmerized. didn't feel like Singapore much... partially cuz most of the home owners were european/eurasian... etc etc. And you cannot imagine how lavishly these home owners spend on decorations. there was this house with a HUGE and i mean HUGE santa claus on the porch's roof! and complete with spotlighting too. O_o man. and animated running reindeer lighting.  would i like to own one of these big-a** houses wen i grow up =] and pam was all "wen i grow up i wana be filthy rich and have something like this to own" ah well. i would frankly think a semi-d would definitely be high-end living, but im just fine with the HDB housing. nice and cosy =P i should think there are better things to seek then wealth. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u should see what they do for fun. its pretty surprising. we walked past these group of europeans on a small road outside the semi-D, and they were playing some beanbag game. haha. first time seeing such simple entertainment in ages. They were divided into 2 teams, and each team had 2 slightly elevated wooden boards with a small hole so that the opposing team can toss the beanbags in to score points. we were so tempted to join i tell you. XD jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, here's a couple of group pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/th_CIMG1896.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/th_CIMG1909.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's been great as well... well i have to first thank Stella for getting me to the gym at 8.30 =P. and then someone got lost in your own neighbourhood hor! wahaha. after a pretty good workout... breakfast at macs! heh oops. who cares. and after 2 hot cakes, 1 sausage mcmuffin w/ egg, 1 hash brown and 1 cup of tea, i hadn't felt any better. i simply LOOOOVE breakfast =D and thanks for the breakfast treat, but hey, you promised! bleah =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon went great. im glad i din stay home to play computer games =D so i met emmanuel aat cck. wow. journey to the east eh. u speak of CCK as if its MARS. -_- heh. so we went Bistro Delifrance, and i had the weirdest conversation with the waiter. so if u didn't know delifrance just became BISTRO delifrance; the difference: service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malvin: Uh, do you serve pastries?&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: Yea we do. -looks to the counter where the fridge is-&lt;br /&gt;Malvin: Okay, so do i go order myself or what [don't think this is a stupid question just yet)&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: Yea (???)&lt;br /&gt;Malvin: Uh. Okay.. i'll just have a cup of tea. -Walks to the counter to order-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello... Bistro delifrance? hahaha. ironic. the pastries were great tho. had "Opera" and bluberry tart. heh. and "Opera" is actually a cake with a brownie texture, with some coffee flavour. nice. =)) wonder why they give pastries such sophisticated names. oh, and i keep recalling this quote from the Straits Times in Bizzaro. Some comic showing a guy in a cafe holding a cup of coffee, and the coffee cup states "Warning: Drinking sophisticated coffee drinks might cause pretentiousness" or something. haha. i should think thats pretty true. but i like TEA. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, chatted for quite a bit, then headed to library to borrow scientific american and science news magazine. haha its high time i did some good reading to improve knowledge if imma gg to do science for A levels. gotta love it muahaha. imma get started on it tml. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched a french movie "He loves me, he loves me not" at my place. EROTO-something i cant remember. That movie is GREAT. i've taken a liking to french movies! =DDD provided there are english subtitles of course XD. It was mildly morbid, but its twists are really enjoyable. hahahaha. and speaking of movies, emmy is just DYING to watch "A Chinese Tall Story". We almost died laughing at the totally fake CGI graphics at the preview TV at lot 1. haha. And emmy seems to like Fan Bing Bing a lot. "where's fan bing bing" he goes while watchin the preview, intrigued. haha. tsk. make fun of chinese names arh emmanuel paul NG. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways. had chrismas item prac in the evening at church. and whoa. i was SO darn annoyed with the counter girl at 7-eleven. all i asked for was a FORK mind you. and she goes "Oh, you must purchase the packed food then only can give you" Well being the polite freak i am i just tilted my head and muttered "nevermind" and walked off, despite how much i wanted roll my eyes at her. Manager set the rules she told me. Ugh. Can't believe them, its not like the whole world goes to 7-eleven to get FREE forks or anything, 1 fork is practically worthless! -_- but anyways, managed to borrow stella's spoon to eat my char kway teow =P thanks stella wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yawn- its 1.45am now and im tired. night people. i mean morning pple =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-113510076371551117?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/113510076371551117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=113510076371551117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113510076371551117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113510076371551117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2005/12/outing-outing.html' title='outing, outing =))'/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-113431395735752222</id><published>2005-12-11T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T07:16:22.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas item practice</title><content type='html'>haha. had christmas item prac today with justin, linus, barney, stella and myself. Tenor is hard to sing i tell you. and i cant harmonize for nuts. haha. but finally managed to get the tune right, but i had to cover my ears so that i wouldn't be distracted... on the other hand, i had a minor problem of keeping to the rest of the singers' beat. =X haha. fortunately there's still some time to straighten it out. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways after approx. 5 gruelling hours of singing our voices hoarse, we decided to have some fun with the cam. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 145px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="186" src="http://photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/th_IMG_1179edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be like the old LEVIS jeans ad. and thanks to Stella, we look like more like gigolos for hire. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/th_IMG_1169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a totally fugly pose. oh, and look we have the corpse bride here! sorry Stella. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/th_IMG_1154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheX. wE R so ToTaLLy CutEx woRx OkaEx!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*cringes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/th_IMG_1171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's justin? bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/th_IMG_1181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH! here's your "momerabillia". wow. posing with a packet of SQUIRTS. =P too bad it was empty by the end of practice. muahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-113431395735752222?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/113431395735752222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=113431395735752222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113431395735752222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113431395735752222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-item-practice.html' title='christmas item practice'/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-113423157174433599</id><published>2005-12-10T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T08:19:35.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally. some meaningful work. =)</title><content type='html'>haha. half the holiday is already gone. so i've been stoning at home most of the time...cept for a few outings, but i'm finally involved in something meaningful! =D Its pretty funny how everyone was so psyhed up about the holidays in the beginning, and then when the highlights such as prom are gone, everyone's saying; aiya. nothing to do la. and it appears everyone's workin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i have been rottin my butt at home on computer games, and my parents even think they'll make me violent XD. so anyways, i've something got something better to do.... HYS work!! haha. i love Hebron Youth Spectra... =)) Thank God for never failing to call me to do such meaningful work. It appears my experience in school hasn't been wasted after all, and i thank Him for using such experience to equip me with the relevant skills that i can apply in the areas of His work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the sudden, i looooove work. haha. haven't done it in ages. gona start on a couple of proposals soon.. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-113423157174433599?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/113423157174433599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=113423157174433599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113423157174433599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113423157174433599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally-some-meaningful-work.html' title='finally. some meaningful work. =)'/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-113354381090432715</id><published>2005-12-02T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T17:18:52.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell fwiend...and prom.. =))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/PromNight003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/PromNight003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, this entry's dedicated to Lu Ching Ching, a.k.a Su Su Khine (don't kill me okay? =P) Yea so this is the girl who became my classmate in 2004. Really nice girl i know, and wished i had known her earlier. So, one word i would use to describe her? DIFFERENT. in a good way of course. kinda like the name of my blog. She defies convention. Seriously not a regular kinda girl, and its pretty hard to write it down, and you wouldn't know until u've really met her in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways. Ching's gona be leaving in a few hours (3.5hrs) from now wen i'm doing this post, so i'd like to wish you all the best in your life in the U.S... haha, not like i need to tell you this, but don't forget us k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha Singaporean culture is truly unforgettable. We every do so often dismiss our country as a "guided democracy", but then again with too much freedom and autonomy to the people, things do get out of hand. I'm not pro-government or anything, =p but i guess every place needs its leaders, leaders who do their job in running the country and yet simultaneously preserving the rights of the people. haha but patriotic opinions aside, i'm glad i live in Singapore because there are people of so many people of different lives, cultures, backgrounds and religion residing in the same place. And that's where Ching comes in! haha. Your stories of Burma... hm. very interesting. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do keep blogging Ching, and do visit ours as well to remind yourself of the life back home in Singapore where you spent a huge (ok maybe not that huge) part of your life in... Remember your friends, Bukit Panjang Government High and Lot 1, and your housing block, and everything back here =)) I reckon when you come back again, things wouldn't have changed much. Some say people come and people go, but then there are those who are always here, unchanging as always, like me! and yea, half a year's not that long ya? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... PROM! haha. It was quite a glamour fest i tell you. Definitely fun. And frankly one of the best functions i've attended. People from my school really do know how to dress well =)) Forgive me if you see too much of my face in these pictures, after all, what are personal photos if you haven't got your face in it? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much effort i put in into preparing for prom. and i definitely spent way over budget. but hey, secondary school prom IS a once in a lifetime thing isn't it? Haha. i have mild regrets of dyeing my hair brown (looks more like reddish brown). Mild cuz some people said i looked like someone taking part in Project Superstar at Prom Night, but i woke up yesterday morning feeling like a total Chao Ah Beng. But what the HECK. haha. i'll be a chao ah beng for one month LOR. It's something i don't get to do often anyways. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah i ain't gona complain about poor service, poor food or anything like most Singaporeans do (making a generalization here), and not like the food was bad or the service was poor or anything, but i'm gona concentrate on the beautiful/handsome faces of my friends... haha and if you note the darkness in most of the pictures, i SIMPLY refuse to turn the flash function on so as to cover up all the blemishes on my face. muahaha. Here goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/PromNight009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I LOVE MY CLASS I TELLS YOU. LOVES IT. 4M1/2005&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/PromNight008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SIMIN AND I =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/PromNight005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOO HOO. LOOK AT THESE 2 CHIOBUS. YEOW! XD PAMELA AND SAMANTHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/PromNight013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;JAMIE COULDN'T HAVE LOOKED ANY BETTER. =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/PromNight014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;MEI YI WAS SO GLAM I TELLS YOU.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/PromNight012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY FABULOUS AND FLUENT FRIEND =P QIN PEI.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/PromNight015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;MODEL POTENTIAL! HAHA. YUAN YU.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/PromNight016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;YANDAO!!! THE GUY ON THE RIGHT! OK. I'M JUST KIDDING. YONG SHENG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/PromNight020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;JARROD'S TOTALLY SEXY IN ALL RED. COOL MATCHING TIE. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/PromNight017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;MATTHEW!!! SCHOOL NET PAL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/PromNight002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;TSK. THIS GUY ARH. SAME SCHOOL FOR 10 YEARS ALREADY. KENNETH. NOT TO WORRY. HE SMARTER THAN ME LAH. MAYBE JUST A MUGGER. XP KIDDING!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/PromNight010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CROWNED PROM QUEEN OF PROM NIGHT 2005: FRANCISCA VALERIE ON YUAN XIANG! SHE'S TOTALLY HOT STUFF MAN. A GOOD HEART PAIRED WITH GREAT LOOKS, YOU'VE GOT IT GOING ON GIRL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/PromNight004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMIGAWD, OMIGAWD!!! I TOOK A PICTURE WITH THE PROM QUEEN!!! AAAAAHHHH!!! SHE'S THE HOTTIE ON MY LEFT. WEE-U-WEET, BELINDA'S (on my right) LOOKING CLASSY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prom night's been totally COOL. so i got a minor pain in my left thigh now from being a smart ass doin dance stunts, but everything was GREAT. I am going to carry these memories with me till the day i die.. These BPians, they're one of the best people i've ever met in my life. Wish i could upload more pictures in here, but u can take a look at others at this link: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/"&gt;http://photobucket.com/albums/c131/smuggerific/&lt;/a&gt; hope it works tho. =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alternatively, try Agnessa's Shutterfly link: &lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=3EbMXLJuxdo"&gt;http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=3EbMXLJuxdo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy viewing. =)) i have seriously got to turn in now. And i'll be praying for journey mercy for your U.S trip Ching Ching. Bon Voyage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-113354381090432715?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/113354381090432715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=113354381090432715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113354381090432715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113354381090432715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2005/12/farewell-fwiendand-prom.html' title='farewell fwiend...and prom.. =))'/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-113300800710616365</id><published>2005-11-26T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:06:31.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a way to spend a saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.motioncars.com/carchart/photos/ssyangyong_rodius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://www.motioncars.com/carchart/photos/ssyangyong_rodius.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So whats this MPV gotta do with my day. You'll find out soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha thanks pris for shopping with me in town toaday. I apparently don't get out much XD So anyways, things started out fine enough... went top shop, zara at taka.. then heeren, then far east. Happy that i managed to get what i wanted =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So anyways, here's how it went on the way to Heeren:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pris: Very funny leh, i should have met someone I know by now...&lt;br /&gt;Malvin: Haha. you really bump into your friends that often in town?&lt;br /&gt;-Karin pops outta nowhere-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Malvin: (puzzled look)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Karin: Hey! (frantic look) I need your help! Could you all help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Malvin: (puzzled look) what kinda help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha. apart from coincidence, i had no idea what "help" she wanted then. Until she told me we were going to participate in power 98's Stavic Roadshow Challenge. We were supposed to squeeze as many people in the Stavic MPV (which seats 9 adults by the way). haha. felt really awkward at first. haha. would you allow your personal space to be invaded by a total bunch of strangers in a MPV? like have your face pressed against someone else's hair. LOL. I had nothing on that afternoon anyway.. so i did it. The record? My team managed to get 44 of us into the MPV on the first try, and 46 on the second. You cannot imagine how HOT it was in that MPV and i could barely breathe and was literally melting. There were people cutting blood off to my legs, and there was a girl right on top of me. TOTALLY comfortable i tell you. ahahaha. and no i din seize the opportunity to outrage someone's modesty. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yay. we managed to beat the RJC team, which did 44 people as well on the first try. XD We'll know if we've won tommorow, when another round of competition takes place, and hopefully no one beats our record. and the prize? $10 000 and some Samsung mobile phones... haha. so if divided by 50 pple, thats 200 bucks each! I might just have my prom expenses convered. =)) and fortunately i was smack right in the middle of the MPV. at least i din have to suffer having a photograph taken of my ass pressed against the front or side windows. XD Really. picture this. picture 46 people in an MPV. can you imagine? wow. now clown cars aren't that such a wonder to me anymore. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was really funny, i felt like ZOO exhibit. there was a pretty big crowd watching us. And Joe Augustine? he was damn funny. While the RJ pple were having their turn, Joe goes "Today you can go home and tell mummy, 'Mum, today i squeezed in a car full of boys' " haha. twisted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lol. i was so bewildered by that feat and that i managed to be part of it. VERY happening. okay, so getting yourself squished in the MPV may not be such a glamorous feat, but it sure is better than setting a distance record on catapulting marshmellows outta your nose. It might just make the guiness world book of records.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So anyways. after that we went to buy my stuff at far wast, and then back to zara at taka again. haha dun ask why im stupid enough to walk to and fro. shopping at zara was pretty intimidating. for me at least. It's a total LUXURY to be purchasing something from that store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And after that stupid me walked all the way to somerset to take the mrt, then took a train on the red line for one stop, then decided to switch back to take the train back to jurong east via city hall and raffles place. tsk. i was so totally swa gu i tell you. still need to call people for directions XD. thanks emmanuel. muahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its been a great day.. im awaiting the news of the competition tommorow. I really hope no one breaks our record. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whew. what a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-113300800710616365?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/113300800710616365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=113300800710616365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113300800710616365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113300800710616365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-way-to-spend-saturday.html' title='what a way to spend a saturday'/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241836.post-113275093614538102</id><published>2005-11-23T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T21:25:47.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>photograph</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="444" src="http://storage.msn.com/x1pQrup9S6IdI0tw045-8eodfQbV-7U0Lgj0gD8B10QwQC7tMtoKB126mgLrA7nNl30jokUBCyhVpZhjBOCtZtnDvOtJ9Eu4JkI9nV4lqpC-91HzIpPYgmHlJGQe-UCqQKwuPcVUl6VkEbrL4U_PfG7dg" width="596" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="Title" style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;h1 style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13px; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-VARIANT: normal"&gt;Watch Video:&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videocodezone.com/"&gt;Video Code provided by VideoCodeZone.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this song's dedicated to my class 4M1, 205/03 and all the friendswho've been part of my life in BP. =)) I'll remenber each and everyone of you i promise. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ha. I'm still struggling with the unreal feeling of actually being free. funny the guilt of slacking even now lingers on for a while even after the exams. i must be snapping. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO i haven't been blogging for this whole year. Not that i started one anyway, but i thought i might as well make use of this nice space to pen (i mean type) my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 4 years has just flew past just like that... its been pretty ok in BP... its funny how i didn't actually realise that BP has played a really crucial role in my personal development... in terms of being moulded by the surroundings and culture there. i must say a lot of things have changed about myself without myself realising it, be it physical or emotional. Last year was a really painful year with many setbacks i cannot deny it. but i've learnt to put away all bitterness to keep myself from harm and the people around me from harm. i'm glad for that. =) I'm just gona pick out the happy moments, and leave the painful ones behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, maybe i don't really feel it now, maybe i wun feel it next year, but i guess BP will always be edged in my memory as the place i grew up in, not just my primary school... its weird how during school term everyone complains about everything, and wen u leave nothing matters anymore, just the treshold of memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, mildly sentimental issues aside, i wana say i miss 205/2003, and im gona miss 4M1/2005 a lot.. haha. never had such an easy going class as M1 before, everyone's just relaxed and slack(lol) and stuff. HEY. At least we have a life and not spend every other day buried in books. so most of us aren't rlly into books, but who CARES! muahaha. Looking forward to chalet on monday.. i think haha. changi. (hm) should be okay la. quote Aggie: "6 rooms 7 toilets..." is the 7th toilet out in the open or sth?&lt;br /&gt;I've got to have some fun now... wahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241836-113275093614538102?l=defianceofconvention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/feeds/113275093614538102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241836&amp;postID=113275093614538102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113275093614538102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241836/posts/default/113275093614538102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defianceofconvention.blogspot.com/2005/11/photograph.html' title='photograph'/><author><name>smuggerific</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496001221323741683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
