<?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-6443365</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:33:19.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vo li. tio ns never came tru e</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-109145598640380982</id><published>2004-08-02T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:18:45.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dudes and dudettes.bring it over to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://albeitreality.blogspot.com"&gt;http://albeitreality.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-109145598640380982?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109145598640380982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109145598640380982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109145598640380982' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-109145062666427047</id><published>2004-08-02T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T20:43:46.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to eliza: YOU ARE BLARDY NUTTO OKAY.WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT SHAUN.WHAT THE HELL YOU TRYING TO DO.GETTING ME IN TROUBLE ISSIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to say cept i'm dao-ing a certain person -.- not caring now. eliza you shoooo fly don't bother me with other things okaaaaay. *BISH* anyway, still trying to figure out science and ac sperstar. apparently to my sister, everything i wear makes me look fat. i hate those 3 letters but what am i supposed to say? i think agree in a very half hearted attempt to make me look thinner. i look like as if i just added two chicken durmsticks you see on chicken invaders to my unnaturally uglae legs. gaaawd. i think i shall become a butch with my ways of clothing. brill actually. grunge and gothic. brilly indeed. i shall do just that. whahahaha. then wanna go watch house of flying daggers or mean girls. spas right? haven't even watched it yet. sheesh. nothing to say cept i spent 53.50 on 3 books. 1 recommended by junhong eragon, then one i saw in life, lion boy and one called circles of stone which tian and mich picked up by accident at the book place.pretty good about life of a girl who died in a peat bog. wahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-109145062666427047?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109145062666427047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109145062666427047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109145062666427047' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-109137027951695963</id><published>2004-08-01T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T22:24:39.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm screwed.i think i spent my free 200 sms in two days. i have made new friends today! okay. yesterday. they are xinfu and shaun. wahahaha very lame people from tuition. wahahhaa they are wackos fullstop. best buds too..which makes it doubly worst. shan't say no more. whahahaha. mum might hear me typing and send me to bed, wacko. shall read tony parsons in bed then ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-109137027951695963?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109137027951695963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109137027951695963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109137027951695963' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-109125494980602231</id><published>2004-07-31T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T14:22:29.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JJ came yesterday. aren't we happy. aren't we happy. woohoo... cat says she likes all small stars. mich's dad has heard of him before. argh. didn't even know he existed till like last week. and then he comes from acs i. pity he didn't sing his own school song. blah. it's just really unexpected why he would come to our school stead of like rgs or scgs or mgs and other schools. heard that crescent steals all of em.&lt;br /&gt;talking to mandy is so fun. talking bout people snapping pictures and stuffing their phones and cams stright into their faces. tsk. nasty and rude. shan't talk about it. i felt so fat during cca. wasn't doing anything. dangit. was hoping for a veh quick run. like last week but twice the speed. how does cat and eve's speed match man?&lt;br /&gt;my phone is screwed. maybe it's because i dropped it on the floor thrice when playing on tramp. now i can't get into the unsent messages bit. dangit. maybe this will increase my chances of getting a new phone quick ((: whahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oooh. bastard. nothing. just felt angry. bastard fool. much better now. talking to mandy is brill. very brill indeed.&lt;br /&gt;jiang yesterday was laaaaame. xinfu and shaun sitting at back of class being spazzers and lame-os. but zeng tian qi fen already. they should come more then jiang won't be so boring. really. jiang is very boring with that chs guy and he's friend from rv. very stupid okay. not joking. usually class is tiny and quiet. yesterday.heheh the class overflowing with bu ke people and i was sitting in the aisle infront of ohp -.- can die okay. shimin so far front. good thing was at least stting next to xianny. very good indeed. wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-109125494980602231?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109125494980602231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109125494980602231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109125494980602231' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-109109577391960201</id><published>2004-07-29T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T18:09:33.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dammit. i shall blog like erm...bimbo okay. saying the old english. watch this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh. like oh my dammeth. i like shouldn't been hereth typing. oh our heavenly saints! what are like saints? are you like trying to flatter me? and have mercy on me! my father is watching the television downs thy stairs. ooth is it to mock mah father? &lt;br /&gt;can't do it. too hard. &lt;br /&gt;anyway can still watch JJ which is good. t.wong's lesson would be down to half a period. good-o! new favvy word: tish tosh. means rubbish and something like shut up and enough of that crap. so yeah, tish tosh to me. blah. dad and mum watching lotr downstairs. dangit. supposed to be printing out some stuff for chinese culture. i have bought two coloured strings for only 1 dollar. pastel bright blue and pastel purple. wicked and ooh tish tosh, supposed to go watch ranma 1/2 now. right-o have a nice day and no tish tosh. remember! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-109109577391960201?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109109577391960201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109109577391960201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109109577391960201' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-109101362309694180</id><published>2004-07-28T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T19:20:23.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY. JUST HEARD FROM BRO THAT WE WON 3RD OVERALL FOR NATIONAL T&amp;amp;F! SO COOOOOOL! &lt;br /&gt;didn't know we were that good. hmmm...well, good for us. all track and fielders shall rock mah socks till friday. can't believe t.wong isn't allowing us to use 1/2 of her period for a math test. i almost failed science test. dangit. and now i can't watch JJ because it's like practically against the rules to watch JJ concert! LIKE HELLOOOOOOOO we need a life too you know and whatever. &lt;br /&gt;to all of those in first half. so sorry that i was such a spazzer during drama class. you know why. i very spastic and very wierd at certain times. and it isn't helping if you don't practice your lines. and when i say one scene just perfect that one scene or else it would be really stupid if the whole thing is done but really sloppy. anyway, cat's taking charge of chinese so no fear. no body gonna touch you all during every even wednesday. pleeasepleease please please please go practice your lines esp beatrice who talks too fast, ruth who forgets them, tillie who forgets them too and eleanor who has a gazillion lines and needs perfection. and all those IN BLOODY SCENE 6. GO PRACTICE YOUR LINES. do you know how long your scene took me today to just go thru 1.5 pages? 25 minutes! i mean, yeah, you know where to cut in but at least make an effort to &lt;strong&gt;be &lt;/strong&gt;your character! please. i hate sounding bossy really i do and i even hate the word but really, just make them perfect and know the characters before and after you who are speaking okay? okay. i bet nobody ever listens. so i shall yell tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-109101362309694180?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109101362309694180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109101362309694180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109101362309694180' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-109084951976730236</id><published>2004-07-26T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T21:45:19.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just remembered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: what happens if the audience can't appreciate it? i mean, they didn't really like the colours scene in alice? so what do you think they'll react to a mulan piece?&lt;br /&gt;tang: it's a whole dancetheatre. they might react differently. &lt;br /&gt;i hope. &lt;br /&gt;shall ask tang tomorrow: do people think very much when they're watching any type of a show even if it's like a bimbo movie? i don't think i will so will they other people be able to get the gist/idea of the whole mulan in everyone of us concept? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pondering. but not working. i have a sugar coated, sugar filled, ingredient 90% sugar cereal and it's called alpha-bits. i think i'll be hyper tomorrow when i eat it for brekkie. hm...radical man. totally rad. totally cool. hyppperrrrr. bouuunciinng tooo mucchhh tooo wrrrittteeee proppperrrly. fweeeeehheheeehehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-109084951976730236?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109084951976730236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109084951976730236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109084951976730236' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-109084928163250281</id><published>2004-07-26T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T21:41:21.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BAH. bored. just finished chinese culture crappy crap now blogging. i feel like moving it somewhere else and go do something wierd like making my own layout ((: except i don't have like tools or anything. no adobe photshop no dreamweaver no whatever. so i can't, or rather, it would be harder. very very the bored. nobody to talk to. blah. BAH. no homework. i'm gonna watch friends in another 20 minutes or so. argh bored. dunno what to do after 10.30 go to sleep early or com or some extra nitty gritty stuff? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-109084928163250281?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109084928163250281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109084928163250281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109084928163250281' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-109076596239587302</id><published>2004-07-25T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T22:32:42.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sohma yuki is cool cool cool. oh yeah. he is. so cool. so pro. yeah, 'cept that i like kyo better but ah who cares. fruits basket in the end. wonderful book. just watched x men pretty good still after something like 3 years. can't wait for 3rd one. went to co concert for psgl duties. freaks hsh out.whee hoooo..then saw gt. pretty funny. 2nd floor at the atrium and he was sleeping on the back row really really funny and he told me about how the next peice is already forming in his head and about wang wan and a sewing machine with guzhengs. the idea of feminism and the chinese race in the growing and very westernised thinkings and how chinese women are treated. kept on saying there's a mulan in everyone of us and how come you aren't saying anything? am i supposed to say something? just almost raptured that it's pretty cool with everything forming up in his head. i almost fell asleep when the show was going on. tired and really whacked.oh yeah. saw cass and her 'boyfriend'with daphne. pretty okay looking.&amp;nbsp;and shimin went for jiang. i find her really and absolutely wacko and amiable and really talkative. but in a good way i guess. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;asked him whether we would be able to tahan and whether the people would be able to recognise and understand the&amp;nbsp; concept of this 'art'. and he said he'll push us and give the audience another &lt;strong&gt;helluva&lt;/strong&gt; ride. okay, so maybe&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;didn't say anything about rides but he did say shocking them. well, we'll see. and i really hope we do&amp;nbsp;this because i can see it's gonna be cool with a&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;helluva &lt;/strong&gt;lotta work when we get there. i really am hoping to see what happens because it's really gonna be worth every sweatdrop we put into it. like totally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-109076596239587302?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109076596239587302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109076596239587302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109076596239587302' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-10905942729840316</id><published>2004-07-23T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T22:51:12.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>going to change layout.blah.don't care who say WHAT and if nobody learns their lines in their script i will really scream and shout okay. i promise you i will prolly cry if the play doesn't get in. probably curse again this time at the actors. i think everybody shouldn't go : i don't wanna be xxxx. double e/ming/eemeng, can i change? really. grow up A BIT you TOOTS. i shall holler till my voice is gone. i shall scream rant and yell for all i care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-10905942729840316?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/10905942729840316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/10905942729840316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#10905942729840316' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-109033209692380952</id><published>2004-07-20T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T22:01:36.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i have reached 100 posts yay to me. pasting collages is not my strong point neither is it mich or tian or cheryl or hsh or dwarfie. it is uglae. too many blue. YAY found out that JJ is only performing to the sec3s and 4s and mandy gets to watch it even though she's sec 2 NOT FAIR, i wanna hear his voice that everybody says is good. blargh i say, blergh to blargh to burp and fart. whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-109033209692380952?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109033209692380952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/109033209692380952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109033209692380952' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108990014834035129</id><published>2004-07-15T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T22:02:28.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>juked: hey juliet, LMNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not a water carrier. he pointed me out first. pessimism and cynicalism will get the better of me one day, or rather, it already has. i feel bad and guilty. is it because of sarcasm in practically every line i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now feeling very sad that my script with cat editing is not going to be put to full use. i will never be able to write another good script for a long long time. i think nobody in this whole world can call themself good. that would be too high for them. and that, really, i WILL make sure that we get in.why? what are the constant reminders for? what are the : "learn't your lines yet?" for? i WANT to get in. why would i put so much effort into practically everything? i think he told me not to lose my way because of the way i think, maybe the way i phrase my words that they don't seem right. i'd rather to backstage props anytime, anywhere? whoEVER likes acting? feel the director's pain man. feel it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate feeling guilty. sorry cat for getting mad at you and practically everybody else. i was cranky. I NEEDED FOOD. i mean, a hungry man is an angry man, a tired man is an angry man and i was both. too much studying. i think i need a white hair on my head, juuust one and i'll be satisfied that i was working hard enough. i need self discipline and practically a whole lot of other things. arrrrrgh. i shall toast my self right here, right now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108990014834035129?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108990014834035129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108990014834035129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108990014834035129' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108953351906984619</id><published>2004-07-11T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T16:11:59.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;The impracticality of being an extra ditty&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nerds! we yell, are nutty&lt;br /&gt;The bimbos, we sneer, are well, bimbos&lt;br /&gt;The impracticality of being under these well, aren’t really practical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should we do?&lt;br /&gt;Moan and gripe and even rip our hair out&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! what about the jocks? &lt;br /&gt;And the dweebs and the sluts and the bitches and oh my, &lt;br /&gt;Did I really have to forget about the foreign students???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. WE NEED A NEW DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. WE NEED A WARDROBE MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. WE NEED HELP!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i sound man but i think that's me in there. i need help desperately. that's why i'm asking cat. i need no moaners like: but i wanted to be xxxx!!how come never let me be xxx!! why must i be extra harh? AHHHHH*whines pathetically* yes. i know people like this. i think i sound cruel but really, people must know their places. harrrrumph HELPPPPPP. 助たすけてください。おねがいします！！HELP I SAY. HELP. all those in favour of helping double E say AYE!!! (silence has greeted me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108953351906984619?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108953351906984619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108953351906984619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108953351906984619' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108945141648620598</id><published>2004-07-10T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T17:23:36.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAYNESS YEAH YAY WHOOPIE WOOT~ okay fine. i am really really happy =) youth day was yesterday! we had a funfair! do you see what i mean? yay! funfair!&lt;br /&gt;this year i slacked more. didn't man the stall so much, helped only at the end. and in the middle. mostly selling cookies and malt candy made a sum of 460.50! joyce said we might have a higher sum but profit less than last year. i hope not. and then waited forever to get henna done,and then i stupid fricking girl just had to brush my shoulder soooo hard that a quart came off and at least it stained her shirt, it serves her right HMPH but it still looks okay. henna looks like mix between roxy and the billabong insignia with a bent TCN on it, but still looks okay. wanted to have those glitter thingys but couldn't find skull or eagle or snake i think and then went to throw water filled bags at tang and spent about 7 bucks on him, and finally hit him right on his HEAD YAYAYAYAY!!! and then ate alot of malt candy, i think i put on about another kilogram and then i grew taller till about 160 and 161 and tang was very funny and then we just HAD to have cca but it turned out to be pretty fun except i think my undies were showing. harrumph too bad. that's the price for wearing loose and comfy 3/4ers. and he kept on talking about how much more we wasted water trying to hit him than actually drinking it and he confirmed we would only be working with the fricking 'guest director' till august and he said: do i here anybody cheering?? and i was shaking my hands and boogeying, oh yeah!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108945141648620598?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108945141648620598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108945141648620598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108945141648620598' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108928308407649593</id><published>2004-07-08T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T18:38:04.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wierd things can really happen on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;first saw gen's friend with councillor sandy and bus rolled and moved and jerked and uh...i kinda squished her..heheh -.-then there is definetely this quirky and really wierd ny girl who looks kinda like a spazzer. and FAT. and then this really really pretty girl came on the bus. she has nice fingers :) yes, i do look out for nice fingers cuz i don't have em myself. haven't found anybody with really really nice fingers besides her and heather. long and slender wooties :D yunnning has complained about me putting her down. hmph. all i said was: THE SCRIPT IS 30 MINS TOO BLARDY LONG. and: YOU ARE SUPER TOASTIESSSSSSS. nevermind. i like toast. it is good. anywaty, i went on the 171 bus and then at lucky plaza stop these two punky guys came on the bus. and yeah, i mean punky because there was one guy who had like 1 super big knut in his ears on both sides and screws in the other 3 holes and he had spiked and gelled his hair and prolly had a nose job but couldnt see the other guy was wearing this big black shirt with a skull on it and he had those funny rings that do on three to four fingers so they spell out words? yeah, he had those, and loads of chains hanging all around him. and don't forget the baggy clothes and sloppy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baked the cookies. they are 3 times bigger than famous amos cookies. damn. didn't know that betty crocker's cookies go twice the size of the actual dough. i thought only slightly bigger. darn. packed them. full stop. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108928308407649593?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108928308407649593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108928308407649593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108928308407649593' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108903303017679750</id><published>2004-07-05T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T21:10:30.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lordoftherings.net/images/ca_motto.jpg" font size="2"alt="Eowyn"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eowyn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I were a character in &lt;A HREF="http://lordoftherings.net/" TARGET="_"&gt;&lt;I&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/A&gt;, I would be Eowyn, Woman of Rohan, niece of King Theoden and sister of Eomer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the movie, I am played by &lt;A HREF="http://www.lordoftherings.net/film/cast/ca_motto.html" TARGET="_"&gt;Miranda Otto&lt;/A&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who would &lt;I&gt;you&lt;/I&gt; be?&lt;br&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.zovakware.com/tests/lordoftherings.htm"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Zovakware Lord of the Rings Test&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/A&gt;  &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;with &lt;A href="http://www.perseus.com/softwareprod/download.html"&gt;Perseus Web Survey Software&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that it's wierd that my blog is going down the drain.argh.not fun. argh.not fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juked: simple plan, perfect&lt;br /&gt;yay.got new brit badge in bottle cap cool.saw jilyn when went out shopping with mum, yeah, it sounds wierd but my mum says she's pretty, and yeah she is. sis keeps on imitating the 'now i'll draw the water cycle'thing. pissant. anyway, she is very very pretty.wonder who she was waiting for. and then went to get new zen bag.black white plus little of blue streak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now (2055): simple play, addicted&lt;br /&gt;sounds like: i'm a dick, i'm a dicketed to youuuuuu. okay, not funny.haha. gonna cry tomorrow. i'm gonna flunk my auds for the other people. AAAARGH. still trying to choose the frigging eleanor and tillie and nobody seems to fit the part and some people reaaaaallly want the part but doesn't so that guy, isn't huiping cuz at least she isn't in tears right now innit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brother said that i'm a bimbo since i went to nanyang, shouldn't i become more cheena? yeah, it's like this: &lt;br /&gt;me: i want a purple car when i grow up!&lt;br /&gt;bro: bimbo&lt;br /&gt;me: which is more bimbo? purple normal car or pink converts? &lt;br /&gt;bro: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then:&lt;br /&gt;me: yay! new watch! yay!&lt;br /&gt;bro: bimbo.plus pink wallet, bimbo&lt;br /&gt;me: i needed a new wallet and when did cream lime green become a bimbo colour? you have not met worst yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and:&lt;br /&gt;me: i hate crystal&lt;br /&gt;bro: always had a thing for her&lt;br /&gt;me: doesn't she look qian bian? she's got a bloody mean streak that says: i like your boyfriend, so i take him at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;sis: yah lor!! like foxy lady! (cheryl fox,tv presenter).&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah! even Pig(sis) agrees with me!&lt;br /&gt;bro: you just didn't like her from the start&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah right. can you see the qian bian moron?&lt;br /&gt;bro: the other girls like her, so?&lt;br /&gt;me: and i'm not a bimbo(like the other girls).sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now (2102): west life, swear it again&lt;br /&gt;pissant of a life.pissant indeed.include me in please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108903303017679750?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108903303017679750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108903303017679750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108903303017679750' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108878040835654729</id><published>2004-07-02T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T23:00:08.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>juked: four to the floor,starsailor&lt;br /&gt;try imagining bathing and then you see red spots on the wet floor. guess.yeah, it's blood. got it when i was bathing at 10. at night of course and i had my glasses off and then you see some red dots and you think it's *hem hem* and i touch my nose and the blood is gushing.pretty cool in a sadistic manner. pray hope i won't lose that much blood through all that lousy tissue in my nose. &lt;br /&gt;now: this love, maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;apparently, these blog posts think that everybody can post at a rate of 4 minutes per post and so you only put one song down. just disappeared to get damp hair dried&lt;br /&gt;even now: only hope,mandy moore &lt;br /&gt;and now i've just been looking at scripts and talking to two people, thusly, i am allowed to change songs again&lt;br /&gt;now (2245): re-offender, travis&lt;br /&gt;all good songs found by brother. goodly good. must do something about the auditions. SCREW ELEANOR. eleanor is one hard character to find. HMPH&lt;br /&gt;now (2249): cry me a river, justin timberlake. &lt;br /&gt;screw em all. they shall die. and tush means f*ck courtesy of brother. i think the song is ending. lemme check..yeah. one more minute. in the end, everybody would probably hate me because i didn't give them the parts they wanted. it's not like i'm biased, who isn't? but really, we find the best, we get the call back-ers and we see whos' the best of the best. and we aren't here to kill the people remember&lt;br /&gt;now(2253): savage garden, truly, madly, deeply&lt;br /&gt;savage garden is good. old but sweet. i don't want to be the baddie. maybe its because i'm bossy naturally.and then there's the fact of me sometimes being a perfectionist, i want things done in certains ways or they're wrong. i am terribly narrow minded. shoot me. i know myself. and all because i'm in theatre and theatre has higher standards so i think that everbody can do it theatre style. shoot myseld again. HMPH.i canNOT multitask. i know that. &lt;br /&gt;now (2257): i knew i love you, savage garden&lt;br /&gt;hm hm hm. watched making of ms saigon. all philipino. cool. british. even better. yay. stupid nike bottle is screwed. end of message&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108878040835654729?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108878040835654729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108878040835654729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108878040835654729' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108868560467067362</id><published>2004-07-01T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T20:40:04.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>juke box: this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got music codes. heard this one from love actually.got the soundtrack. muahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;i am not amused. really. whoever eleanor is had better be good. and whoever tillie is had better be even better. they both gotta act. and act well. lines are no problem. look at them long enough and they'll be drilled into your brains. tang says its dark, but differently dark from the other scripts. does that mean we have a better chance of getting in? or maybe he means that we have to work even harder. whatever it is, i'll make sure that we get in, and pray hope that the other group gets in too because i think their plot is brill. and he wants to see the scene changes. i'll make sure it's good. well, good enough it doesn't end up like the one of chinese high english's drama group. something like 30+ seconds WITH lights on the set to change to another play. PFFT. that should sound like a pissed cat. supposed to be doing homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108868560467067362?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108868560467067362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108868560467067362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108868560467067362' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108851982704035789</id><published>2004-06-29T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T22:37:07.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one wonders how 9 fishes can become 7. one was found at the bottom of the tiny glass water house, stomach flat, skin pale white and the other parts seemed gorged out. grotesque. thusly, it can be inferred that the fishes are cannibals and maybe also because of the irregular feeding my sister is giving it, but we can't point fingers so too bad. anyhow, school still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;wot is eh montague? it iz nor fleshe nor blooud nor name nor any othere part. wot is in a name? sheesh. i shall choke and die. strangle thy's throat and save thy's life for thee's fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the eng teacher seems to like to stand wherever i am. TUSH HIM. anyway, he was standing behind my chair and infront of enqi's table and putting his dirty hands on my chair. to prevent further tainting, i jerked my chair front. and carry on eating chocolate coated peanuts and reading homeward bounders under my table. yum yum &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108851982704035789?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108851982704035789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108851982704035789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108851982704035789' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108846486365257865</id><published>2004-06-29T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T07:21:03.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in school now at 7.14 according to the stupid com clock.is it even accurate?what is accuracy? anyway, slept bout 12 cuz was doing crappy maths with dad. yeah, not the school's one, just the one he sets.crap. i have cancelled all of the eng teacher's name from my time schedule because it's a saw in the eye. what is there to say? he's a total moron. fagg*t. who cares? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108846486365257865?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108846486365257865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108846486365257865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108846486365257865' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108830806158158378</id><published>2004-06-27T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T23:03:44.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;of trees and boys&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what is up with that? chinese high is pyschotic. and they invited some theatre works guy to help with pyhsical theatre. did a standing ovation, the second play was cool. and jess and i think he ain't that half bad, but maaaaan can he act. cool hair. flips it every 10 seconds. and sighing, hmph type, and heeeeruph type. but he wasn't that bad at it. jess thinks he should have a sex op and come over to our school, it would be good i agree. &lt;br /&gt;first it was the giving tree which wasn't that good, then they did the secret dairy of stephen khoo which was actually wholesale from the secret dairy of adrian mole 13 and 3/4 or something like that and i know because i've read it before. pandora became pheobe and he was just really really good. it was like : hey mrs lee! repotting your plants again huh? yeah, repotting. what you looking at? (turns head) ah, my mother and mr lee, yeah so close right? mr lee is so friendly, yeah, they look so good together.(stops) haha, yeah, i think i should be going now, yeah, uh, yeah, okay, uh, byebye. &lt;br /&gt;and the last was the silly little boy and the funny old tree and there were bits from i la galigo which was er, stupid and we know the script cuz we watched it in april...yep, the silly little girl and the funny old tree, so it was kinda like a repeatance but it was quite okay. anyhow, it was still okay, and meeting jess and sam at mrt was good and shimin has just as bad topo as i have. couldn't even find her way from wisma to taka. still okay, had wierd dinner consisting of delifrance taters and soup and drink and that's it. sam is eating tooo little for her own good. shoulda drink more than coffee (she took foam out) and soup. a little brisket does NOT count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108830806158158378?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108830806158158378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108830806158158378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108830806158158378' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108814291844483726</id><published>2004-06-25T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T13:58:57.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listening to: lynden david, all you need is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagboard is screwed.piano teacher wants me to sing high.hmph.sister has been singing anastacia song over and over (2 lines only) &lt;em&gt;dancing bears pianted wings,once upon a december. soon you'll be home with me once upon a december&lt;/em&gt; i don't even think it's correct. is everything even politically correct because bears are to clumsy to dance and you can't paint a swan's wing because it would be animal abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that i've done a few quizzes which i found on liyan's blog.um wierd outcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.geocities.com/kentaiho/quiz target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.geocities.com/kentaiho/quiz/eviltop.gif border="0" alt="I am evil princess!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've gone pyscho. &lt;br /&gt;i'm an evil princess why not queen? and i have a heart of gold and i'm a dark angel. go me go me. is that supposed to be good? dad wants me to start looking through whatever we're doing next term. i am toast. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108814291844483726?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108814291844483726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108814291844483726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108814291844483726' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108813472876850071</id><published>2004-06-25T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T11:38:48.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i do not feel fit to blog or post and entry or whatever it was. my hair smells of the sea. GOOD. very good indeed. smelling of the sea is nice becuase it's salty yet very refreshing. just as long as it isn't rotten fish. going to watch chs drama performance on saturday night, anybody wanna go? &lt;br /&gt;is it true that i'm superficially happy? i think i am. why is it that it is hard to understand people? i think i suck at it. goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108813472876850071?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108813472876850071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108813472876850071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108813472876850071' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108791512621527566</id><published>2004-06-22T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T22:38:46.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>capsizing a boat is not a necessity of life, neither is painting your nails purple. neither was done. but getting fresh sea air into your lungs is a must. so why not? you don't turn brown in a day after 4 hours in the pool and 1 hour out at sea and rounding the odm mark does not make you a winner. so sit down and stop screaming. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108791512621527566?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108791512621527566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108791512621527566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108791512621527566' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108780696560391409</id><published>2004-06-21T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T16:36:05.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GO INGERLAND! GO INGERLAND! GO INGERLAND! i need no more of stuffed puppies. does fur always come grey? why is the sky so high and blue? what happened first? the egg or the hen? what happened to a human after death? is death really just a part of your journey? &lt;br /&gt;whoops. re-reading the harry potter mag. supa dee dupa cooooool. harry rocks woot. or rather the movie rocks. WOOT~ oh so true, darn nice to watch. anyways, a revolving restaurant can make you giddy and get a headache. what happened to normal restaurants that didn't make you puke? HUH? HUH???? never try to eat tomato spaghetti and sneeze. you'll make your bro look like a bloodied up soldier. &lt;br /&gt;darn proud of my bro. he got first, i repeat FIRST in byte nationals. malaysians and thais were there tooooooo. WOOT~ got this silver cup thingy thats a challenge trophy. man does he rock. and now he's got peeling skin and looks like as if he did an instant tan that went wrong. and i mean, real wrong. sis did well too. GO PEOPLE OF THE SAILORS! i think i want a penguin next. GO PENGUINS!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108780696560391409?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108780696560391409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108780696560391409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108780696560391409' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108755103047554606</id><published>2004-06-18T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T17:30:30.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i need a new add for my blog. they aren't supposed to show off.poof. i need my fairy godma here. i need to go to ingerland. i need penguins.where's harold? &lt;br /&gt;new layouts mean new future. does that mean i'll suddenly become diligent and finish my japanese composition? does that mean that i'll get better at gunbound so that i don't get thrashed by diyou 15 times in a row(or more)? does that mean i'll finish reading sari and sins by nisha minhas? does that mean i'll try and skip all the paragraphs which contain f*ck in them so that i won't get brain damage for too much exposure? &lt;br /&gt;decisions decisions. what am i supposed to do? hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;contemplation has begun........NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108755103047554606?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108755103047554606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108755103047554606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108755103047554606' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108752230608551671</id><published>2004-06-18T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T09:31:46.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mary higgins clark and agatha christie books are all the rage. it's alright to say f*ck at least 50 times in a book with 250 pages. it's cool cutting up little pieces of paper at a desk and counting pamphlets and it's spiffy to arrange books that only your grandmama would read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poof. mistah panda wants us to do yuedu 135. please go do. do all your haomework by sunday and leave the rest for play to take in. go watch some telly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go help your mum unload the car full of groceries and fresh vegs and fruits. forget the meat, they stink. take your dog for a walk and help your dad catch a cab to a faraway place in the distant corners of your country. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108752230608551671?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108752230608551671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108752230608551671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108752230608551671' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108739707317136213</id><published>2004-06-16T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T22:44:33.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Muahahaha mum has scanned in pics for me of latest 6i gathering. woot. i paid for those pics -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v299/giaki/shoezies.jpg height=300 width=500&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v299/giaki/6i.jpg height=300 width=500&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot~ it's up lalalala. so happy. homework mostly finished woot~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108739707317136213?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108739707317136213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108739707317136213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108739707317136213' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108736429012754265</id><published>2004-06-16T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T13:38:10.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BRILLIANT. I AM A GENUIS. MUAHAHAHA. forgive the ego-ness but i've finally finished the script and sent it to cat for checking. it it's okay, then i'll hand it to tang when school starts and see what he says. and then, after that, we start casting. i have 16characters, where 7 of em just appear for one scene. i have NOOOOO idea what to do with the remainder two. damn damn damn. anyway, then i'll just fiddle here and then and voila! it's done.MUAHAHAHHA SO HAPPY WITH MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;okay, forgive the rantings this time. i have a new waterbottle and bag. yips to me :D nike bottle from bro, and kipling bag from mum. very nice, but big O.o anything else? yeah, haven't finished hw. been slacking all the time. &lt;br /&gt;rewatching getbackers again and again. must find a way to get saikou fansubs to hand over the 'lost' episodes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108736429012754265?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108736429012754265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108736429012754265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108736429012754265' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108729195834245149</id><published>2004-06-15T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T17:32:38.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aize...getbackers rock! yeah,just finished watching whatever i have of it. super nice it really just kinda blows you away, like the 3rd harry potter movie and angry with emma watson for being 5"3 i think and only 36 kg. blardy hell... i must be fat. anyway, it can only be said that getbackers are very cool and trail behind rurouni kenshin and vandread then ranma1/2 for being lame and blah de blah de blah. went for cip this afternoon by myself. no comments &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/goddess112/1058910053_rsquizban1.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Midou Ban!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Midou Ban! You're sometimes too rude, but&lt;br&gt;you work hard to get what you want, or what you&lt;br&gt;deserve. Once you make friends with someone,&lt;br&gt;you wholly believe in their abilities, but that&lt;br&gt;doesn't stop you from being protective of those&lt;br&gt;you hold dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/goddess112/quizzes/Get%20Backers%20Personality%20Quiz/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Get Backers Personality Quiz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108729195834245149?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108729195834245149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108729195834245149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108729195834245149' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108718809037617144</id><published>2004-06-14T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T12:41:30.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahahaha. shimin's friends aer damn funny. call me and talk crap... birthday today.no big announcements. i hate people who start counting down and doing funny stuff.it's really wierd. but can't blame em. who doesn't want to be notified about other people's birthdays eh? &lt;br /&gt;nothing to say cept that getbackers is really superbly cool cept that junhong lost some cds so i'm kinda pissed that you know...that not being able to watch the whole thing, but it's really nice and funny. and now i'm just watching it and again and again and again and as usual anime goes...well, it's twisted as usual, like ranma 1/2...is it just me or is it just me who laughs like a witch? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108718809037617144?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108718809037617144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108718809037617144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108718809037617144' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108703410478068487</id><published>2004-06-12T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T17:55:04.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damnations. splitting headache stomachache. what's more, tried playing getbackers on the com, doesn't work. ooof. painful. oh so wanted to watch getbackers. sheesh, no fair. EARGH. dog is barking. gonna watch count bassie's jazz concert tonight, its a wonder why we had to have dinner at 5.30. eargh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108703410478068487?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108703410478068487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108703410478068487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108703410478068487' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108687220436674697</id><published>2004-06-10T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T20:56:44.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6i gathering today. fun.happy. exciting. you get what i mean? &lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe it wasn't that great, but hey...wasn't that bad either. &lt;br /&gt;gathering started at 10 and then had piano at 11 so couldn't go early. then justin and cas call to say that i had to get to jurong NOW. am i that indispensable?  and then i went at 1320, scared shimin like crazy and the hemhem had to come in. still don't like her. hmph. then went to watch shrek 2 FINALLY. and we were actually a bit late, but it was still okay. then cas was laughing like crazy and all. eventually propped up my legs on the front seat cuz i got too cramp. bout 3? then headed to the new library to check it out. peihua and yt disappeared and we were wondering around then saw angel and then came out again cuz was wondering where everybody was and realised that justin,junhong and junwen(didn't know he'd come) has gone off to play LAN so we were yelling at each other then split a cab between 9 people and shimin got stuck with the boys HAHAHA. i think i saw her clawing at the window to get out. then we went to cineleisure and waited for about half and hour to get neoprints. eventually guess who payed for them? 8 bucks okay! i didn't even have lunch or breakfast. grumpy -.- then after that we were off to hmv to get some badges. got a singapore idiot one. pretty cool. then junhong and justin and junwen and yee jiunn and peihua and yt disappeared to play bowling and before that junhong lent me his getbackers cds OH YEAH. and then after buying badges wanted to get drink but didn't so went up to bowling alley. surprisingly empty. and junhong got a score of 100+ with one round of drains O_o. then stayed till about 6.20 or so when they finished two games then went home. shimins and xinying owe me... better not forget my birthday. hmph. will kill them especially shimin. hmph. in cca of course. she looks tired, lethargic, sad, sleepy with xiong xiong's eyes.MUAHAHAHA. then went home. had a dinner of roti john, fried rice and roti prata with meat in it. pretty nice. now i feel sick. EURGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one good thing: 1. TALLER THAN JUSTIN HAHAHAHAHAHA 2.NEW JEANS 3. NEW WALLET HAHAHAHAHAHA. was a birthday present it's pink O_o bro has 'persuaded' me to use it. looks kinda like huiping's wallet. has pink flower on it O_o &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108687220436674697?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108687220436674697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108687220436674697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108687220436674697' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108675596056119892</id><published>2004-06-09T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T12:39:20.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT WAS ULTRA COOL&lt;br /&gt;ULTRA NICE&lt;br /&gt;ULTRA UBER GOOD&lt;br /&gt;BRILLIANTLY FANTASTIC&lt;br /&gt;FANTABULOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO I STILL NEED TO FURTHER ELABORATE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the only film that i have watched and realised that it really strikes down hard. alfonso cauron rocks! woot. even my bro said that tom felton was quite okay. which means, he's super COOOOOOL. &lt;br /&gt;haven't been updating. but i have become a metal axe. WOOT~ played with shimin. she's real good. can't believe her cousins and sis and bro all play and some are better than me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like jazz today. actually, for the whole week. so far, bro's music is nice. especially fly me to the moon and desfinado and killing me softly. sweeet. all of em don't have titles. bro just tells me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108675596056119892?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108675596056119892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108675596056119892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108675596056119892' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108650851970214720</id><published>2004-06-06T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T15:55:19.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOOOOOOT ~ going to watch prisoner of azkaban tonight! at 9.30! *gasp* i am currently prepared to wet my pants in there no time. dad gave me a new bank note. you know, those plastic type that hardly bend and never tear? yeah, super nice. loads of water marks on it. oof. i feel sick right now. just had tuition with my dad, yes, he keeps on getting pissed with my mistakes. always going : xiao jie! ms leong! this is wrong! and here! (sighs) so careless. that kind of stuff. only my dad and my ex-sailing instructor calls me ms leong. oof. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108650851970214720?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108650851970214720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108650851970214720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108650851970214720' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108626903599107037</id><published>2004-06-03T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T21:23:55.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this layout took me 15 minutes to configure. that is not good. my gingerbread man one didn't work out. CURSES, that means i'll be changing the layout in now time. it just doesn't fit me innit? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108626903599107037?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108626903599107037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108626903599107037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108626903599107037' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108625351860912335</id><published>2004-06-03T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T17:05:18.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MUAHAHAHAHAHA. i have just found two people who have broken their voices. justin and junhong. they sound as if they've got year long sore throats. like  hullo, whot? that kinda stuff. and my hands are freezing from working in my dad's office. spent 4.50 on First magazine to look at harry potter, found the main article was on spiderman 2 PISSIFYING. GRUNT GRRR HURRUMPH HMPH. &lt;br /&gt;supposed to be typing in the script. got till scene 5. made eleanor the ILLIGETIMATE child. MUAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA. that's one nice pro bout being script writer. shall bust everybody out with tongue twisters about betty botter getting butter. nevermind. i am awfully bored. i lead a life with nothing of anything. and nothing of anything makes something so what is this nothing that became something? oh , nevermind once again. hmph. bored. shall changed blog layout. found that one of my most hated person in eh-hem not theatre has the same as me. HMPH. AVADA KEDAVRA is that how it's spelled? if i could use that spell, the people which i really despise which is quite a few would be toast right now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108625351860912335?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108625351860912335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108625351860912335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108625351860912335' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108605766101881227</id><published>2004-06-01T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T10:41:01.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>working for my dad is cool! gave me 5 bucks for filing and uh...typing stuff. just for 3 hours or so =) so happy. bored to death by myself. idiosyncrasy. something like that. bro keeps on saying that. &lt;br /&gt;went to watch chinese drama saw zhou si cheng. super farny. gave her flowers. 2 bucks you know! some of em  broke anyway.. -__-"" michelle gasped when she saw me with that flower scrunchie in my hair..actually it's just 2 flowers and the rest is a brown black scrunchie and she went: ohmigod!look at what ming has in her hair! and i thought i had a bug in there or something, and she said: A FLOWER. then a burst out laughing. &lt;br /&gt;my hands have practically frozen up right now due to the stupid air-conditioning in my dad's office. &lt;br /&gt;cheerios. there doesn't seem to be a way to get into hotmail. super uber bored thanks to myself. O_o &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108605766101881227?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108605766101881227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108605766101881227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108605766101881227' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108590141642112441</id><published>2004-05-30T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T15:17:55.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=6&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw some wacko chs guy on TV. was watching the disney channel(as usual) and then there was this studio D thingy then there was this zoom-in thingy and then there he was and i went HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA again and again and again. and you know immediately where he's from cuz he had his yellow and red pe shirt on and he was saying he was 13. did you realise that you had a pimple on your forehead? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA and then he went to school and he's doing some excavation thingy at the museum, that part was pretty cool, other than that,i was laughing like a lunatic. and you don't wanna know how i sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i play gunbound. MUAHAHAHA double metal hammer. gonna become axe soon i hope :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108590141642112441?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108590141642112441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108590141642112441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108590141642112441' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108581800587778746</id><published>2004-05-29T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T16:06:45.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dad getting me to plan out my june hols.super unhappy with results and li xiaohui says i'm quiet...!!!! anyway, i have decided to come up with a very lame bit in my blog where whoever it is can get to guess who the person is and it will definetely be some really famous actor. very lame but it's because i've got time on my hands. anybody wanna watch shrek 2 with me, mich and tian on wednesday? or was it thursday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108581800587778746?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108581800587778746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108581800587778746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108581800587778746' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108575251817614144</id><published>2004-05-28T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T21:55:18.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLOODY HELL HIM. STUPID IDIOT JUST HAD TO SAY IT. I WILL PERSONALLY PUNCH HIM IN THE NOSE AND HOPE THE BRIDGE BREAKS AND HAVE AN INTERNAL AND UNCONTROLLABLE LONG BLEEDING SESSION FROM WHICH HE DIES FROM. &lt;br /&gt;J T you are so toast. and toast is just too nice. so JT you are a speck of dust that interrupted my beautiful life and you shall pay. said he gave me chances, well, too bad, i'm not taking em and i don't think i will bother. GT had better not hate me now. i shall die from humiliation, not that i'm not humiliated right now. you don't wanna know what happened during my complaint of JT to GT. really, you don't wanna know. &lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHA. X did not get what she wanted. MUAHAHAHA. i was scared for nothing. and then shumin did really well. and that well, just very cool. then i wanted to scream out at GT cuz he was making me boil from the inside out. EEK. no really, it's supposed to be an AAARGH.&lt;br /&gt;and then we arranged the tables and all. and turpentine IS NOT GT'S gf real name, just a name elaina made up . cool. kissing with banana in his mouth must be cool and gross at the same time. anybody who kisses me...which is highly unlikely, better have minty fresh breath HAHAHAHAHA. i am currently feeling much better from talking to myself and looking at gary oldman and emma watson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the bookmarks nyah ha! and now, i have the goodlooking gary oldman (sirius black) and the very pretty and really really beautiful emma watson (hermione granger) looking super serious up at me. super scary gary oldman. emma does NOT look nice in pink. woah...when did everybody get boobs 'cept me?!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108575251817614144?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108575251817614144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108575251817614144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108575251817614144' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108569841280566801</id><published>2004-05-28T06:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T06:53:32.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>morning:6.43&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE EXAMS!!!! NO MORE LIT NO MORE NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT FOR THE NEXT WEEK OR SO.MUAHAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;anyway, just came to school and realised that haven't brought a plastic bag to carry all my crappy stuff from under the table. and i've been climbing over my table and pong's and tian's one to get over cuz we have like 9 tables squished together in the center and thus, hard to get in and out cuz i'm in the center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and uh...today have elections...i am soooo toast. i am supposed to vote for X and i and loads other hate her, but she's like gt's no.1 person. and it's pretty unbelieveable that gt only said to vote shumin and lisabel cuz their the best so far. and he didn't mention X and mich and pq didn't say anything about it either. it's gonna be super duper uber long today and kuan isn't here yet so i don't know whether i got tickets to go watch the show. if not, going to watch shrek2. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108569841280566801?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108569841280566801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108569841280566801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108569841280566801' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108557936627733836</id><published>2004-05-26T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T21:49:26.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The casting and auditions isn't till next term in july. hard stuff writing the script. still trying to find out what really fits eleanor. and if we're holding auditions in m404 how do we get pong and ning and jing up from m304 to help with the auditions? mercy on us. anyway, J SUCKS LIKE CRAP. THE IDIOTIC PERSON WHO WANTS STUFF DONE HIS WAY WHEN TANG SAYS HE SHOULD LET US PICK. STUPID MORON.&lt;br /&gt;but i got one part: what is a montague? it is nor hand nor leg nor whatever whatever whatever, blah di blah di blaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;bet liyan very happy cuz toro was featured in today's life. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108557936627733836?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108557936627733836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108557936627733836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108557936627733836' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108546737688265754</id><published>2004-05-25T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T14:42:56.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MUAHAHAHA. in school right now. haven't blogged in say...5 days or so? decided not to cuz exams were coming up and they aren't finished yet. still have a lit exam on thursday. anyway, the funny thing was during dance class. mimicking chen lili's voice. the whole class exploded into laughter when i did two different mimics twice. were they laughing at me or at the joke? oh, what the heck, was just fooling around. didn't know that i was that loud. subconciously, yeah, i knew there was bound to be laughter, but i didn't know what kind. sniggers or jeers or just loud laughing. well, just hoping that nobody was laughing &lt;strong&gt;at&lt;/strong&gt; me. and kuan jie said that i was such a clown. cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes...before i forget, people of index number 1-18, the new english one is an adaptation of Man on the moon marigolds. please watch out for it. so far, we are still having a hard time on deciding the cast for the various people and i still think that there are too few characters. only 10 majors..and even in there there are quite a few sub majors. eek. and then, alot of funny people who want to be one character but they won't get it no matter how much they bug me because i am DIRECTOR and SCRIPTWRITER. so i can SCREW UP THEIR LINES.MUAHAHAHAHA.actually, i'll still be pretty adamant because i'm not letting people who can't really act well &lt;strong&gt;or&lt;/strong&gt; most importantly, they do NOT fit the act. thus, they  aren't getting the part. harsh, yes but it really is needed. nobody wants it to be screwed up right? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108546737688265754?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108546737688265754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108546737688265754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108546737688265754' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108513225403466440</id><published>2004-05-21T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T17:37:34.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH.JUST CANCELLED MEMBERSHIP FROM 6I GROUPS. AAAAAGGGGHHHH THE TERROR. WHO IS GONNA TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON???AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna fail geog. instead of studying, i'm here playing on the com. i deserve to fail. AAAGGGHHH. WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO ME? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108513225403466440?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108513225403466440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108513225403466440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108513225403466440' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108505760996545127</id><published>2004-05-20T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T20:53:29.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 words: nose bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, on monday, it was like this:&lt;br /&gt;foam gushed out from the opening along with ruby red drops. slivers of the thick liquid coursed down the sides of theh ceramic basin and fell into the the deep unkown...&lt;br /&gt;yeah, brushing teeth and spat and blood came out, and you got see the specks of it on the sides of the basin and the funny bits on the foamy part in the basin. bro came in and went ewwwww gross the tore a wad of toilet paper and shoved it into my hand and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second time was in the morning, rubbing sore nose when blood came out. third time was in the morning too, rubbing itchy nose due to scratchy jammies. tissue is dead in the nose. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108505760996545127?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108505760996545127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108505760996545127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108505760996545127' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108497610994313828</id><published>2004-05-19T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T22:15:09.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mr tang said i was strong. happy me happy me happy meeeee. he said:" yi-ming is very strong and so are my other girls. now you know that my theatre girls are all very strong." and "Cat, fall on yi-ming for safety reasons. she's very strong." MUAHAHAHA. i am strong! &lt;br /&gt;would you rather be an apple or a pear? mum says i'm a pear are you? or maybe you're pretty round all they way. yay, there's pe tomorrow which means more playing of badminton which i'm getting better at and it's a slack pe because all the tests have been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still haven't started studying for geog exam.just doing the mock papers. Igor! gonna fail my maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news: WE CHASED ZHOU SI CHENG OUT OF THE CLASS. &lt;br /&gt;WOOT. which means, she might bug us less, or is that person an it? told her to shoo off, she didn't get the meaning and started miaow-ing and said that she did that because she loved cats. and then, turkey said that there was a big cat downstairs and told her to go and find it. and i said that yeah, it's super big and you would love it. and she asked: can it miaow? and turkey exploded: yes it can ARGH. and i was bursting too: yeah it can, it can miaow and purr and BARK. not go CATCH IT. and she said: okay, can somebody help me? turkey and me: &lt;font size=3&gt;NO&lt;/font&gt; and then i yelled: we have to study for our geog!!! and before that, huiping was saying about why she never studied and she countered with a because nobody in 1/8  likes me.&lt;br /&gt;it would be absurd for somebody to actually LIKE her. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108497610994313828?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108497610994313828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108497610994313828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108497610994313828' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108488897098331952</id><published>2004-05-18T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T22:02:50.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=5&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUILDNER!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,i know kinda lame but i must wish people happy birthdays right? anyway, i have forgotten what i'm supposed to blog in. eeargh. i want that shrek 2 pillow thingys from burger king! i want the puss in boots one and the donkey. bro was crazy enough to get the shrek one with horrendous orange as the background. but the texture is really really nice :D&lt;br /&gt;went shopping yesterday. woah!!!i went shopping! went to esprit and zara. got a really really nice dark blue sweater thingy which costs 59.90. then saw this really really nice esprit wallet which was 19 bucks. which is pretty cheap thinking cuz it's 19. billabong costs 19 too! EEARGH. i am broke. i will NOT indulge in chocolates if i can. it takes up too much of my money. also, haven't started studying for geog exam yet, my maths is woomph-ingly bad. sucks to my maths. EEEARGH. IGOR IS A NICE NAME. pity i won't name my son Igor. will call it Tom or something. Motley sounds nice but i think it's a noun or a verb. i don't even think it exists. neither does Maddox, but nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;been asking whether i look like a Jack. Some say yes, and some say no. it's all in the eyes. i wanna be Jack! ms ong had better do a class play for LOTF!!!We're doing a play on LOTF. i wanna be JACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;i neeed orange hair and loads of freckles,minus the specs. the latter two is done. just need the orange hair. i might end up looking like ginny.EARGH. Help me. and i either got 67.5 or 76.5 for Jap, either 24.5% or 29.5% out of 40% for the SA1. can't remember. eeargh. will borrow softball glove from Jo-anne next term. will be learning softball next term under nicole ong. just hopes that nobody hits me in the eye this time. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108488897098331952?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108488897098331952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108488897098331952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108488897098331952' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108480164358510911</id><published>2004-05-17T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T21:47:23.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>buzzzzzzz....shoo fly don't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. ning n zsc:&lt;br /&gt;zsc:do you have a pussy cat?&lt;br /&gt;ning:yes&lt;br /&gt;zsc:where?&lt;br /&gt;ning:under my skirt&lt;br /&gt;zsc:does it have long whiskers?&lt;br /&gt;ning:yes&lt;br /&gt;zsc:what does it eat?&lt;br /&gt;ning: hotdogs and mayo&lt;br /&gt;zsc:okay. (smiles,if she cans) miaow(flounces off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have found that i'm not the most severe case for my oral. well, so far as it seems. good thing there isn't cca this week. i hate JT.SHOO FLY DON'T BOTHER ME. &lt;br /&gt;i like mandy moore's only hope.pretty and nice song. i shall soon flounce off at 9.55 to start my geog work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy with my lit, or so i think. got 20 for emily and 19 for doodle. jing got 21. very sweet. oh yeah...i got 70-someting for my chinese test, which is good news since i got about 50-something for the previous one. good thing i memorised the sentences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have forgotten what to say besides this:&lt;br /&gt;i think X is nasty(not from 2o8). starts with elections and ends up cancelling it. anyway, sec3s are NOT allowed to vote. what if out of ten, 2 went out? or rather 8 went out? then it wouldn't be fair now, would it? &lt;br /&gt;also, the pres is called out and then X and Y decides that since not everybody is here, the votes should not be counted. stupid frigs. so the pres is elected and then X isn't pres. and she probably is pissed so decides to call the whole thing off. pissi-fied. and then so the pres of 15 mins has to 'resign' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you feel like if you were the pres? stupid heartless people of this century. and i think that includes me sometimes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108480164358510911?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108480164358510911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108480164358510911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108480164358510911' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-10846970058000515</id><published>2004-05-16T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T16:43:25.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>common word today:wolf and toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.dad was yelling at me to get off the com.oof. anyway, was typing in the zhou si cheng incident with pussies and miaows but got erased when dad came in and started yelling at me. anyway, its goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zsc:what are pussycats? do we have pussycats?&lt;br /&gt;everybody:(coughs and points down) hack, hack, hack.&lt;br /&gt;zsc:What?&lt;br /&gt;cat:everybody has a pussy cat&lt;br /&gt;zsc: where?&lt;br /&gt;everybody:(coughs and points down) hack, hack, hack.&lt;br /&gt;zsc:(looks under table) where? where?&lt;br /&gt;cat:if we don't cover up our pussycat,uh..the policeman will come and catch you&lt;br /&gt;me:yeah. or the dog might eat it up.&lt;br /&gt;everybody:meng, you are siiiick.&lt;br /&gt;me:just joking(starts laughing)&lt;br /&gt;zsc:where is it? where?(looks under table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cat:anyway, booby means pretty.so tell yun ning that she is booby&lt;br /&gt;zsc:okay.yun ning you are booby. miaow.&lt;br /&gt;cat:big boobs means very pretty face.tell yun ning that she has big boobs.&lt;br /&gt;zsc:okay. yun ning, you have big boobs. miaow&lt;br /&gt;ning:thank you.&lt;br /&gt;me:(groans) cat,you're a corruptor of the innocent minds.&lt;br /&gt;everybody:(people are laughing)&lt;br /&gt;zsc:1/7 people say that pussycat has another meaning. &lt;br /&gt;cat:yeah. so don't use big boobs or pussycat on anybody okay?&lt;br /&gt;zsc:okay. miaow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music starts. people get up from seats and head for the doors.)&lt;br /&gt;gwen:what if she goes round pointing at people's faces and say:you are booby. you have big boobs? what are we gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;everybody:laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10 minutes ago)&lt;br /&gt;mich:and stop miaow-ing&lt;br /&gt;zsc:why? i like cats. do you?&lt;br /&gt;mich:(shrugs) yeah i guess, but i like dogs better.&lt;br /&gt;zsc: why you never look at me? always sms-ing?&lt;br /&gt;mich: (stares at me)&lt;br /&gt;me:(laughs)&lt;br /&gt;zsc:why are you laughing for?&lt;br /&gt;me:(laughs again)nothing, nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go. the crazy little annoying git who brings a wierd sense of 'humour' where ever she goes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall now wolf down a tube of frutips ravenously from my brother. just joking.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, spent 2.50 on 5 packets of thing-gummies on friday evening before tuition class. becky said they were uglae and ordered me to buy jellybeans. so i bought both. the thing-gummies are cool. they are tiny stuff inside all of them.  very sweet, very nice. becky ate them too. i wolfed down my jellybeans with becky faster than usual. gave some to fiona and the other girl from behind us. fiona is pretty.very very pretty.i like her eyes. nice and big. like cheryl's. hahaha. i keep on mixing fiona and evona's names up.argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oral was jus yesterday.gonna fail. was saying to yun ning over and over again: i am toast.not just toast, but burnt and charred toast. i am soooo toast.&lt;br /&gt;and yunning just nodded and nodded. i like yun ning.very good motivator lady. she is very very uber nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shimin commented that i'm really frank and not hypocritical. thank you very much shimin. but she said, sometimes, i'm too frank that it hurts. so i shall crub my frankness. well, at least now i know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-10846970058000515?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/10846970058000515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/10846970058000515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#10846970058000515' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108469237267923393</id><published>2004-05-16T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T15:26:12.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one word:Igor!&lt;br /&gt;i know it sounds wierd but it sounds like Crikey. So it's cool.to me that is. Stupid 6i isn't co-operating with me to get gatherings done.Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108469237267923393?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108469237267923393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108469237267923393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108469237267923393' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108454718702169130</id><published>2004-05-14T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T23:06:27.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyway.i think i didn't post some stuff.but i got a measly silver for napfa which is really pissing,especially when i've never gotten a silver but golds all the time. kaiyi was action woman with her very 'exaggerated' stunts. she only fell when she left water on her shoes.but she still got 10+ in the end (shuttle run). and i got a D.of all things.one stupid D.if i had just gotten less by a few milliseconds,i would have at least gotten a C. stupid shoes with no friction and grip.stupid prat. nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAN HELSING ROCKS.it really does. who knows David Wenham? Faramir from Lord of the Rings. he was acting with Hugh Jackman. I still think he got the best lines. Especially: I'm not really a priest,I'm still a friar. And he gets away with everything. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;Faramir=Boromir's Brother=Lord of the Rings' Star=David Wenham=Van Helsing star=Carl the Friar=super cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108454718702169130?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108454718702169130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108454718702169130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108454718702169130' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108400222949671927</id><published>2004-05-08T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T15:48:18.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>csm rules. i'm still in my pe stuff because i'm too unbothered to change out and the rasmus is blowing music into my right ear. it is funny. i am feeling horrendously unsafe now for no reason. maybe it's because i'm sitting at my mum's locked computer typing this in while my brother is playing generals and blasting music from the room inside. &lt;br /&gt;there is nothing to watch on tv now, i'm supposed to be doing my theory too. and i am feeling terribly depressed after reading ning's reasoning of life. it is scaring me. i think i just might be delirious. one minute i'm happy and the next i'm sad. i stink too. this is not making me feel any happier. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, the csm was cool. there was too much fun to pen down. cheering like hyper people with the councillors when you seldom/ never cheer at all. and when you watch your teachers run the 8x50m race and you're cheering them on like never before even when you never get to see who wins after the race until the prize presentation. mark shone's group won. which means, we rock. chow was not running at all. they said he was walking. it is a sad fate i do not have a camera with me at such events anytime. and that my sister has a lovely light blue fila bag and a red kipling satchel and wouldn't let me have either of them even when she isn't using it. do you know how expensive they are? i don't even have my own sports shoes..i feel ridiculously poor on the inside. and i don't think my mum should be buying me any more stuff because i don't need sports shoes right now, or anything else. &lt;br /&gt;as i said, i'm feeling sick right now. argh. i think i need a bin to barf in. the perk today was that i saw two of my friend's from 6i. one is my di and the other was deemed dead in my mind because he never turned up for a gathering since last year. my di &lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt; run long distances, but isn't bad at sprinting. also, my deemed 'dead' friend runs really well. no wonder my di was saying he felt embarrassed that he was running the 800m race infront of so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it remotely possible to never know that you actually liked your best friend until it was too late? it's happening in a lot of books and movies now. like my best friend's wedding, or maybe the girl did know but never wanted to say it out. but what i can say is that, there seems to be little chance for such things to occur when sometimes/most of the times you hardly see anybody of the opposite sex. well, M seems really wierd to me because she said that if she liked some person and that person actually likes her back, she would never like him again. whatever it is, i don't feel like talking about human behaviour right now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108400222949671927?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108400222949671927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108400222949671927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108400222949671927' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108375911360526821</id><published>2004-05-05T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T20:16:18.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing to say. except, to find a new species of human man, aged 13 to 16, please visit jessie's blog for further details. go find it under links. it is really cool. &lt;br /&gt;new pedge of the week: &lt;br /&gt;WE, the people,&lt;br /&gt;Should never, ever again&lt;br /&gt;Stereotype and/or &lt;br /&gt;Discriminate &lt;br /&gt;People whom are from&lt;br /&gt;Different societies&lt;br /&gt;From ours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand? we should never stereotype acs boys as 'beng's and posers and stuck up people, because not all of them aren't. my brother isn't :D. anyway, saw some sec 3 acs(i) guy at the 3rd lang center and he seemed normal. shirt tucked in. good hair, not messy whatsoever. we NEVER underestimate people. NEVER. i repeat, NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks. i have a geog test and jap exam tomorrow. i hope it's possible to skip chinese culture and learn for my jap, with jasmin. if that is possible. and i've just remembered that i have another test for media studies. shoot me. 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AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.i am feeling angsty today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108375911360526821?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108375911360526821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108375911360526821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108375911360526821' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108367688313962253</id><published>2004-05-04T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T21:25:19.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how often do you get to see your best friend from primary school everyday? lalalala. saw cas at the restaurant on sat. i know it's kinda late, but it's cool ain't it? was with her family, including her grandpa and grandma. i was there cuz my dad was holding some business dinner thingy. he's got his own company :D. anyway, it was really cool. i saw her back and thought, cool, another girl is here. bet her mum made her come or something. &lt;br /&gt;did you know that i could have gone to saturday(or was it friday?) night's fever, if it weren't for my dad? aunt nora, yeah, nora samosir, shimin, if you're reading this i bet you're laughing. anyway, she got two tix to the show on saturday evening at the esplanade. mum said bro and i could go if dad agreed. well, he didn't. not like as if i did want to go. not that i wanted to do right? i knew the movie, watched it and all, not interested to watch anybody but the real john travolta boogie. oh yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108367688313962253?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108367688313962253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108367688313962253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108367688313962253' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-10833910770760914</id><published>2004-05-01T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T14:02:15.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just watched animatrix, it was so cool! and while looking at the creds, you see that 65% are japanese or korean.isn't that cool? i mean, the cgi effects were really good and then there is always this special tweak the people make so they gave you the jolts when you watch the show. you really really have to buy it, even if it is on vcd because it is really worth your while, sitting on your butt for one and a half hours to watch the animated prequel of the matrix. and you never know what might happen at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was looking through the life section today and i practically almost screamed. HARRY POTTER AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN WAS COMING OUT. and the poster looked like it was given a new revamped look because it seemed so different from the previous posters. it gave off this really sinister look on it, even though it didn't really portray that. but if you look closer, you'll see crookshanks at hermione's feet, sirius in the middle background, petter pettigrew and the rat, scabbers, and the dementor's hands...it was so awesome. i was yelling wicked poster at least a dozen times. the people have matured. harry looks nicer than before, ron is taller and hermione looks really sweet. can't believe they're only teens. *gasp* they look like adults.*gasp* and then i saw the 'rating to be advised' sign at the bottom and i said, they had better NOT make it NC-16 or they're TOAST. if you've seen the trailer, it's really really good of course, you'll realise that it's much darker than the first two and it probably can wet your pants. well maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. JUST WATCHED THE TRAILER.ARGH.SO GOOD. sheesh. it's really good. and tom felton rocks, oh yeah, he does, he does. pity he has floppy hair now. emma watson IS pretty.and she has spunk, oh yeah, she boxed malfoy in the face. oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just looked at my watch. it's may the first. i think i'll stick to this background. cuz it's really really nice, and i won't change it unless i find another one. a better one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to woodlands primary school to teach the p4 kids how to read. some were really plain idiotic. at least my group was okay. i took one malay kid and samirul or something like that and he probably was the one of the few who could read. a girl couldn't even read 'when'. the chinese boys were worse than the malay. that's all i can say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-10833910770760914?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/10833910770760914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/10833910770760914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#10833910770760914' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108324276840003063</id><published>2004-04-29T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T20:50:25.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now J thinks i have potential for english and leadership qualities. potential MY FOOT. as if there's something loony in his/her mind right now. as if i care. as if i would rather die right now, actually, i want to. some friend H calls him/herself. NOT HEATHER. laments and now says that he/she is better off than me. no wonder i'm such a fool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NEVER REVEAL ANY INFORMATION ANYMORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time anybody asks for my personal opinions i'll close my eyes, rub my temples and think that the world is full of flowers that make me sneeze and i get the hay fever and i die from sneezing. wow, a good thought suddenly turned nasty. anybody want to have a shot with turning good situations nasty against me? here's another example. wow, i have a boyfriend, and he loves me and buys me flowers and wow, look what i just found out! he has another oxymoron and he loves her and buys her flowers, and look! why don't you look at that! they're married! and here i am, wow! look at me! i'm a hermit living in the wild moors and ooh.. isn't it cool? i have 20 stray cats and i live in a hut made of stone and bottle caps. &lt;br /&gt;do i need to make myself any clearer?&lt;br /&gt;being pissed with somebody's guts is my living, i'm a pro at it. and right now, i hate the world besides the bbc and kae9 and mich because they haven't been my oh-so-best friends but they were actually standing right beside me for most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM CURRENTLY SICK OF BEING WHO I AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; why can't i be a normal person who has no responsibility to fulfill but only to myself? it's like as if i HAVE to be the leader or something. i HAVE to compile the PW report, i HAVE to get the pumpkin thing done along with other group members and i HAD to be the leader, i HAD to make sure everybody did their work, which i'm thankful they did. wow! another perk! how many do i have today? and look here! i have just remembered that i was the one who organised class gatherings! of course, i had help, you think we could have done it alone? H was supposed to do it but nooo, he/she isn't getting anything done! what the hell is he doing? how would i know? am i SUPPOSED TO watch everybody's lives? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM? THE RULER OF THE UNIVERSE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, when i say this, i hold responsibilty over these matters. to bitch, just go to the tagboard. feel free to flame me anytime. or why not, just use a boomerang and hit me on the hit to give me a severe concussion and also hope that the boomerang whacks me on my main nerve so that i'm paralysed for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&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 am feeling much happier now&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;look! the bloody marred and charred toe of my 'boyfriend' has reached me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108324276840003063?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108324276840003063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108324276840003063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108324276840003063' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108316067893735157</id><published>2004-04-28T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T22:02:14.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrow will be horrible.i just know it. i have been spending too much time emailing my friends. sheesh. i have not done my chinese worksheets and i feel devastated that piggy died such a horrible death. i was screaming nooooooooooooo when piggy fell off the cliff&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it sound wierd on how he reminded me of the scarlet ibis? reb blood flowing and he was on a red rock and he was washed away by the tide? and also how the lord of the flies could talk? and how simon was very quirky just before &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; died? was that how it was really supposed to end? does that mean that simon and piggy, the good people were never meant to carry on? does it mean that jack merridew would get control over other peoples' lives? have you not noticed that he called the choir boys in? and they had to listen to him? and how "get me a coconut " could sound so demanding? why did jack merridew, of all people have to get control over people. everybody should read lord of the flies. i really mean this because it really shows the child's behavioural patterns really well, and exceptional in boys. isn't it just odd the he used boys to portray the whole theme of being lost in your own world and loss of civilisation? it sounds really hard&lt;br /&gt;lord of the flies is one hard book to read. it doesn't make much of an impact on you either. but if you did a chapter per 3 weeks or so, and get to the inner death, it will really scare you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108316067893735157?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108316067893735157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108316067893735157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108316067893735157' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108298543012949557</id><published>2004-04-26T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T21:21:22.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalalalala.i have gone physcho over meself. lalala&lt;br /&gt;i have been lalala-ing over msn with shimin. this is it. i am lala-ing all the way because i am happy that i wasn't sitting in the front during english class. i am terribly happy. sounds funny huh? nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[scarlet ibis] the irony of freedom.don't go leave me brother[gr a ce f ul t i ll de at h] says:&lt;br /&gt;hey you play gun bound?&lt;br /&gt;-shimin- .:.i m officially infuriated-angered-bursting.:. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;-shimin- .:.i m officially infuriated-angered-bursting.:. says:&lt;br /&gt;but seldom&lt;br /&gt;[scarlet ibis] the irony of freedom.don't go leave me brother[gr a ce f ul t i ll de at h] says:&lt;br /&gt;whats ur level?&lt;br /&gt;-shimin- .:.i m officially infuriated-angered-bursting.:. says:&lt;br /&gt;double wooden hammer =D&lt;br /&gt;-shimin- .:.i m officially infuriated-angered-bursting.:. says:&lt;br /&gt;hvnt played since....mar hols&lt;br /&gt;[scarlet ibis] the irony of freedom.don't go leave me brother[gr a ce f ul t i ll de at h] says:&lt;br /&gt;woot&lt;br /&gt;[scarlet ibis] the irony of freedom.don't go leave me brother[gr a ce f ul t i ll de at h] says:&lt;br /&gt;i started bout 2 1/2 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;-shimin- .:.i m officially infuriated-angered-bursting.:. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;[scarlet ibis] the irony of freedom.don't go leave me brother[gr a ce f ul t i ll de at h] says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm same as yours. lalala &lt;br /&gt;-shimin- .:.i m officially infuriated-angered-bursting.:. says:&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;-shimin- .:.i m officially infuriated-angered-bursting.:. says:&lt;br /&gt;fast&lt;br /&gt;-shimin- .:.i m officially infuriated-angered-bursting.:. says:&lt;br /&gt;must b keep on playing&lt;br /&gt;[scarlet ibis] the irony of freedom.don't go leave me brother[gr a ce f ul t i ll de at h] says:&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;[scarlet ibis] the irony of freedom.don't go leave me brother[gr a ce f ul t i ll de at h] says:&lt;br /&gt;on sats and suns only&lt;br /&gt;-shimin- .:.i m officially infuriated-angered-bursting.:. says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;[scarlet ibis] the irony of freedom.don't go leave me brother[gr a ce f ul t i ll de at h] says:&lt;br /&gt;lalala&lt;br /&gt;[scarlet ibis] the irony of freedom.don't go leave me brother[gr a ce f ul t i ll de at h] says:&lt;br /&gt;james is toast&lt;br /&gt;[scarlet ibis] the irony of freedom.don't go leave me brother[gr a ce f ul t i ll de at h] says:&lt;br /&gt;lalala&lt;br /&gt;-shimin- .:.i m officially infuriated-angered-bursting.:. says:&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;[scarlet ibis] the irony of freedom.don't go leave me brother[gr a ce f ul t i ll de at h] says:&lt;br /&gt;not telling&lt;br /&gt;[scarlet ibis] the irony of freedom.don't go leave me brother[gr a ce f ul t i ll de at h] says:&lt;br /&gt;lalala&lt;br /&gt;-shimin- .:.i m officially infuriated-angered-bursting.:. says:&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shimin is sooooo petty. you shoulda seen something bout mimicry. she feints all the time, did you know that? eep. and i bet you that tomorrow during my cca, i will be seeing J and B again. not a good day for me. &lt;br /&gt;shimin wants me to bring to sclub cds and the blue. still searching for good buys. thought of buying gareth gates, but didn't in the end. sounded really dumb. now she wants love actually soundtrack. that one is beautiful. it is a must to listen to olivia olson sing all i want for christmas because it if like one really nice ans christmas-sy song. and her voice is sooo beautiful i feel like tearing right now. oh yeah, plus i think she's only 14 or 15 at the max. lalala&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off we gooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infatuated by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ego is not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get that straight you git&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pow wow and a bish &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you're a cut throat traitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get me? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108298543012949557?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108298543012949557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108298543012949557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108298543012949557' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108278048438687529</id><published>2004-04-24T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T12:25:33.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since people have been pestering to know what had happened, this is it. &lt;br /&gt;bugger him. he didn't even call in the end. plus, he's toast now cuz my mum said that she might call up the principal or something like that cuz she doesnt like stupid teachers being biased against people, not just me but probably for the whole class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng: yimin, i need to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;me: yes?&lt;br /&gt;eng: i need to see you on your attitude. it is getting really out of hand&lt;br /&gt;me: i didn't do anything wrong&lt;br /&gt;eng: yes you did. i want to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;me: i'm not free anyday&lt;br /&gt;eng: I WILL MAKE TIME FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;me: i can't. busy all week, every week&lt;br /&gt;eng: then what about now? (it's recess you see)&lt;br /&gt;me: no&lt;br /&gt;eng: why?&lt;br /&gt;me: becuase i want to eat me lunch...&lt;br /&gt;eng: *rolls eyes* well, then what do you expect me to do?&lt;br /&gt;me: go talk to me parents then&lt;br /&gt;eng: what for?&lt;br /&gt;me: because maybe they will be able to solve the problem&lt;br /&gt;eng: fine. i will decide whether to call them or not&lt;br /&gt;me: fine. *gives number* call my mum. &lt;br /&gt;eng: whatever (or i think he said something like that)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;during class time 20 min before:&lt;br /&gt;eng: yimin, where is your compre?&lt;br /&gt;me: inside the file&lt;br /&gt;eng: no it is not&lt;br /&gt;me: well, i gave it to you *checks file,not in there*&lt;br /&gt;eng: what now?&lt;br /&gt;me: how am i supposed to know?&lt;br /&gt;eng: you expect me to take it out and throw it away?&lt;br /&gt;me: maybe, i don't know. &lt;br /&gt;eng:*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;during class time 10 min before:&lt;br /&gt;eng:what?&lt;br /&gt;me: isn't it supposed to be community works as in works and not in community work as one phrase? it's broken up&lt;br /&gt;eng: *mutters for a while* no.&lt;br /&gt;me+friend: why? &lt;br /&gt;eng: because it sounds better&lt;br /&gt;me:(undertone)oh, because it sounds better!&lt;br /&gt;eng: stop mmrhpimng&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i don't even know what he said, later, my friends said it was mumbling. well, too bad, he was mumbling too. the stupid sqaushed wasp. &lt;br /&gt;okay, i know i'm not supposed to be complaining because it sounds really petty, but this could get me demerit points or a discpilinary(dunno if it's spelt correctly) form.&lt;br /&gt;so blooy pissed. at this rate, i will never as in NEVER be able to get into IP&lt;br /&gt;you must understand that he THREATENED to call, but never did because he's a stupid arse and that he's afraid that he would be toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108278048438687529?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108278048438687529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108278048438687529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108278048438687529' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108262522106510637</id><published>2004-04-22T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T17:17:48.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE SO FAR AND I HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE A TOTAL PHYSCHO UNTIL THE NEXT WEDNESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH TEACHER IS A BLOODY FRIGGIN' ASSHOLE WHO HAS NOTHING ELSE TO DO BUT TO PICK ON PEOPLE HE 'TEACHES'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T EVEN WANT TO TOUCH WHATEVER HE HAS TOUCHED AND HE IS SAYING THAT I AM A VERY SPOILT GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T EVEN WANT TO SAY HIS NAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST TYPED IT TO MY FRIEND.HE HAD BETTER NOT DELETE IT BECAUSE I AM NOT TYPING IT OUT AGAIN. APPARENTLY, I HAVE AN ATTITUDE PROBLEM. DO IT NEED AN ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT? BLOODY HELL HOLE I'M IN NOW. JUST BECAUSE OF HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO DO SOMETHING LIKE PUNCH A BAG OR SOMETHING TO RELIEVE STRESS. OH YEAH,I HAVE A MATHS TEST TOMORROW WHICH I'M LIKELY TO FAIL. I HOPE I DON'T OR I'M TOAST, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least my mum is supporting me, if she can.i will die if i can't do well in anything. i'm apparently below average and has an attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;well to bad for him because he is my teacher&lt;br /&gt;and good for me because he's so toast if my mum yells at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is if it is and 'IF'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108262522106510637?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108262522106510637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108262522106510637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108262522106510637' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108255578828706941</id><published>2004-04-21T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T22:00:34.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two people only : of course, left unnamed,but if you know theatre,you'll know who. &lt;br /&gt;People: J and B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J says we can write our one script. but ends up telling us what to do, we have no say or comments in anything.the bloody farce he/she's putting us up. i really wonder why tang says that he/she is such a good director. he/she is NOT like that. of all the saints in this world, why must we be &lt;em&gt;blessed&lt;/em&gt; with such idiocies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B is physcho. he/she think that he/she is perfectly knowledgeable about everything the script is going on. he/she thinks that maybe everything should go according to his/her plans, which is a total fallacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh damn. i have not done my grossgraphy self test yet, nor have i finishes filing my science file, or printed out J's stuff for Enblergh tomorrow. the presention stuff. &lt;br /&gt;i was thinking: when lee kuan yew made singapore independent, a few decades later, ireland was smart enough to come up with st patrick's day, or something alone that lines. &lt;br /&gt;just hope that kai does not screw up the intro or we're toast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108255578828706941?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108255578828706941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108255578828706941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108255578828706941' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108227728974456767</id><published>2004-04-18T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T16:38:51.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>juke box: all i want for christmas, olvia olson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now too lazy to type anything. anyway, i just got 2 new cds to listen to! just last night, when mum brought bro and i to gramophone down at specialist's centre, and i spent at least 50 bucks there. i finally have the love actually sound track which i've been griping and moaning about for the past few months, and sunshine, which i've been meaning to buy since last october or so, but never found the money or time to do so, well, gripings over then! &lt;br /&gt;just last friday night, i got so really uh, not angry neither sad, but more of in the middle. because there were some really nasty people who were laughing and giggling during kuo pao kun's the silly little girl and the funny old tree. and not just that, at least 50 phones were whipped out in the process as blue, green, orange whatever colours flashed annoyingly during the production. how nasty could that be? i mean, if you don't want to watch the show, then get out! how can there be so rude people actually alive? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told ms ong, and she said that there would always be these kind of people in this world, and we just have to accept that fact. and then mum said that it's because there are boys in the same room as you and that they get all lady like and girly, which is practically unbearable, where they start giggling, not laughing mind you, and they whisper and giggle even more. i was practically fuming behind the smile plastered on my face, is that bad or is that bad? and i was practically shush-ing a whole lot of people in the audience. and i said it out loud: whoever i told them to shut up and go home and bitch about me behind my back and say: that bloody girl is bloody nasty. and ooh, did you know what she said to me? etc. and i don't really care because they can if they want to. &lt;br /&gt;just to make matters worse, my friends were laughing too, why? up to you to decide but what i can say is that some how, i'm really really different. &lt;br /&gt;guess what, ac superstar is coming up and kai yi is already planning what to wear, and the thing isn't until JULY. oh my gad....(gad, mind you , not god)she is so complicated. she slangs, she sometimes acts like a girl, then a boy, and everything together, and this is NOT bitching, just my personal opinions which some unnamed people agree with me. she was telling me that she might want to wear a skirt and she asked what i was going to wear, and i said i'll decide on the night itself. even my brother thinks that is waaay out of hand. &lt;br /&gt;and michelled was like: aren't you interested in guys? me:*eye roll* even if i am, i'm not out there to give the statement: LOOK AT ME BOYS rite?. and to get facts straight, no boy i know are good looking at all, and not worth looking at. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108227728974456767?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108227728974456767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108227728974456767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108227728974456767' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108177762010215420</id><published>2004-04-12T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T21:50:53.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow wee.i am now busy typing on this, and in the midst of trying to do two surveys, and it's for jie ying, not me! how much more kind can i actually get?&lt;br /&gt;actually got an account for gunbound! and now i have a stalker on my tail saying he likes me and he's from malaysia. anyway, i faked my identity and said that i lives in Japan, Enoshima. wow wee and double whoop for me! yay! i can fake identities nowadays that it's so cool! shall make up a profile for myself.&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, my brother thought that those glo-in-the-dark neon bands were sex bands, hahahahah. laughing all the way now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new word: bimbo-plonk. sounds nice doesn't it? bimbo rock bimbo plonk. pretty cool, about the same. later guys. tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108177762010215420?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108177762010215420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108177762010215420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108177762010215420' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108166329771534588</id><published>2004-04-11T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T14:05:29.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blardy computer is screwed.really nastily screwed. but the new layout is pretty nice.and stupid tag board is also screwed really badly.and not that i really care, but i do want it to look nice.doesn't everybody?&lt;br /&gt;just testing this out cuz the blogger net is screwed because i can't change my layout or anything withour its web connections going haywire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108166329771534588?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108166329771534588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108166329771534588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108166329771534588' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108160902285808884</id><published>2004-04-10T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T23:00:54.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog is now partially on hiatus because i forgot that when i post a post and then the whole thing republishes itself and then it comes out a new layout for the month and i haven't even started on it yet. argh. my brother has been moonwalking around the whole house for a week so far. in his new funny shoes that he wears to his investitures and whatsoever. he is being pretty lame. and his says that shoes 2cm above the ground are HIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108160902285808884?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108160902285808884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108160902285808884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108160902285808884' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108160884930927428</id><published>2004-04-10T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T22:58:00.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am feeling horribly nasty in the inside, i have apologised to cat, and those who don't know what this is all about, you don't wanna know. so i'm really sorry now. i will not swear that i'll keep away from bitching whatsoever but i shall try to prevent it if i ever realise that it is bitching. and that if it ever really hurt anybody, i will apologise.here that?i WILL apologise because i really hate feeling terribly guilty on the inside. and to my bro: you bloody hell man who actually understands girls...you are some wacko moron for actually preaching me on this kinda subject about cliques and everything. &lt;br /&gt;and the heats were cool, thanks to 2/8's relay team, we'll most likely make it to the finals. and who was to know i actually could throw the discus, and actually farther than my brother. pity i stepped out of the ring and was forfeited. shall learn, shall do. and now i would really want to ask all people who know me out there: &lt;br /&gt;why are cliques formed and what do they have to do with friends?&lt;br /&gt;let's say that's this group of girls, it's usually girls, who really hate this other girl for some unknown reason and you happen to be friends with both sides? what would you do? and then maybe you don't like how one person thinks and you tell the others and then they all come against you. why do these things actually happen? &lt;br /&gt;because i have some friends overseas who relate the both incidents to me, and somehow, i really sympathise with them because i have gone through such stuff before but at least i have friends to support me, and they are there by themselves and really, some times, it is a hopless case. &lt;br /&gt;so i'm not trying to point this at anybody because i'm not saying names or anything and i'm not going to say there is anybody who has done this, but really, when will this ever end? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh this is really a sad fate to see one so young, yet so twisted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108160884930927428?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108160884930927428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108160884930927428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108160884930927428' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108125952957254414</id><published>2004-04-06T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T21:55:55.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>James day to day.AGAIN.i am sick of his face.jessie said she would burst out laughing everytime she saw his face. i agree.then evelyin pops up with "well, i agree to this!" then i make a bish sound and she flashes two name tags in my face reading:KEANU REEVES&lt;br /&gt;this is just far too wierd,ticket sales are NOT good for silly little girl and funny old tree.is it because tang is acting in it? argh,one should never ever judge a book by its cover.and there has been zilch to write about so i shall keep this post short and sweet and say that&lt;br /&gt;1-stupid chinese test:did not finish summary.i am dead.&lt;br /&gt;2-good friday:no theatre.i am sad.&lt;br /&gt;3- 7 days and 7 nights of thunder song thingy is cool.i am stuck on it.&lt;br /&gt;4-i have to find someone to buy tickets to nyta's prod.i am dead.&lt;br /&gt;5-the world is suddenly so tiny to me. i am getting even more unsociable than ever.&lt;br /&gt;6-first theatre after good friday is james day.i am disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;7-I LOVE JESSIE.she's my best junior so far.i am contented.&lt;br /&gt;8-i can't type very fast. i am disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;9-today's drama class was cool.i love having scraped knees and becoming a stunt man.now i can fall coolly.&lt;br /&gt;10-i am supposed to change my layout.must go get the kenshin one and save this one. i am stressed&lt;br /&gt;11-i have not done my homework.i am even more stressed and very slacked. at least more that last year and the year before. slacking is nice.&lt;br /&gt;12-i love all two-sixers for being really nice.&lt;br /&gt;13-I LOVE ALL TWO EIGHTERS A WHOLE LOT MORE!!!! we are different and we are unique.you can never copy us at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108125952957254414?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108125952957254414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108125952957254414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108125952957254414' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108100411598407990</id><published>2004-04-03T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T22:58:57.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And now, after days of endless voting. the time has come to announce the results: DAMIEN YAM IS THE NEW PRESIDENT OF THE GAY SOCIETY. &lt;br /&gt;Gay Club, sounds, well, gay, so gay society it is then, to make them seem of a higher status in their ever so low life. We had three voters, and all unanimously voted for Damien Yam! You know the lousy awards that America comes up with like the Razzies(Golden Raspberry) are to name the year's worst films? Well, know we can come up with our own awards: the gayees. Script is at the end of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard me laugh before?it is scary and wierd. i was laughing the whole way through during chinese culture camp. my friends were giving me queer glances and really odd stares. and i laughed and laughed and laughed that my friends eventually gave in and started laughing with me. if you ever hear a witch cackling plus a troll snorting it's me. nand ZHI LING&lt;br /&gt;CAME TO SCHOOL!!!! You know, zhiling from 933 fm, and the news reporter lady and some article writer. all of them speak really good chinese. AARGH!!! i cannot believe that they all liked chinese, more in the love kind of way. NAZEDA??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Script 1:&lt;br /&gt;Announcer: After a long and cruel wait from the judges, they have eventually made up thier minds! The three judges: Liyan, Alicia and YiXin are here to give thier answers...&lt;br /&gt;(drum roll)&lt;br /&gt;Liyan: We, representing the whole of the Gayees United Awards Ceremony..&lt;br /&gt;Alicia: Would like to thanks all supporters who came to this event.audience cheer and appluase)&lt;br /&gt;YiXin: And have made up our minds unanimously...&lt;br /&gt;All together: And the winner is (open of paper) &lt;br /&gt;(Damien and James holding hands at the bottom of stage)&lt;br /&gt;All Together: It is... DAMIEN YAM!!!!!&lt;LOUD APPLAUSE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damein: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Thank you one and all for voting me as the gay president of the gay society. i would really like to thanks mr james tan for being such a good sport(james waves hand) and my mother, and father and all my relatives, and my dog and cat, and Spotty! the sick goldfish i have at home and all the little people in the whold wide world...(announcer pushes him aside brusquely)&lt;br /&gt;Announcer: and that's all we have for this month's episode of THE GAY SOCIETY. Tune in next month for the newest updates!&lt;br /&gt;(Loud cheering from audience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to this i must ask:&lt;em&gt;why deid yoo keik mey dawg?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, nevermind. if you see yujing, you must ask her to speak with the indian slang, because she is pro. tata you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108100411598407990?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108100411598407990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108100411598407990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108100411598407990' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108073775172544164</id><published>2004-03-31T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T20:59:29.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to our very own Liyan. Damien Yam and James Tan have a new name: THE GAY CLUB. Aren't we all happy?Should we? yeah, we should. indeed, the gay club does suit everybody in there right? just a pity there are only two members...Vote now for president!&lt;br /&gt;Damien Yam: Eats curry when he has the flu. can't pronounce words properly. has a flair of bouncing his potbelly around alot. probably due to nervousness&lt;br /&gt;James Tan: 100% (his)output=0.001% (our)input. cannot control the class. bored to death by him. cannot impress Sandra Lee and Neville Ellis. Squashed bug+chay chay face.&lt;br /&gt;VOTE NOW BY TAGGING!&lt;br /&gt;Closing date: Saturday,3rd of April 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;|Gensomaden Saiyuki|&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Tis a sad fate, for thy to end.&lt;br /&gt;Why should one so young,&lt;br /&gt;Be gone so soon?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Gensomaden Saiyuki HAVE to end? Did you know i still miss some episodes due to stupid tuition and me returning late from 3rd language to watch? Why am I so cursed by this bad fate? &lt;br /&gt;And now, it has ended. and i have realised that alot of 2/6 like Saiyuki. And so does 2/8. And now when I think back, all I remember in the end is Homura's sad, sad smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thy heart is strong,&lt;br /&gt;But ne'er is it so shattered,&lt;br /&gt;Oh why, must one end so young?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am being corny, but i have freeeeeee time now. becuase i'm not going to do my homework yet, and I'm listening to my favourite track of Blue's One Love Cd now, so it's too hard to ignore the lovely computer's glances it is throwing at me. But oh why did it have to end? And now :&lt;br /&gt;Cho Hakkai aka Tenpo Gensui&lt;br /&gt;Sha Gojyo aka Kenren Taisho&lt;br /&gt;Genjo Sanzo aka Konzen Douji&lt;br /&gt;Son Goku&lt;br /&gt;are all gone. All those intoxicating animations, with the gun firing, Hakuryu reeling about, the demons, and of course, Lirin, Yaone, Kougaiji and Dokugakuji. How can one forget them so easily?&lt;br /&gt;And why couldn't they show the movie in Singapore? Did you even know there was a Gensomaden Saiyuki movie? And it was in Japanese, and was shown in Japan, and they had colourfully printed images on each and every ticket. If I were in Japan, I would have kept mine for safely. You never know when it might get stolen right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh thy's sad fate,&lt;br /&gt;'Tis so sad and so young,&lt;br /&gt;That one shall disappear,&lt;br /&gt;Into the mist,&lt;br /&gt;For a time ne'er-ending...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;The Silly Little Girl and the Funny Old Tree&lt;br /&gt; by Kuo Pao Kun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be watching of course. Would you? It's $8 dollars a ticket, and Gary Tang actually invited his ex-teacher himself! N-O-R-A  /_\, haha, it's Nora Samosir actually. Well, mum will get her to come. Anyway, I think she's proud of him because he actually did such a good play, didn't he?&lt;br /&gt;Might be going with my friends. I'm not really sure. But I will be able to make it, even if it is on a Friday night, well, let's hope not. I do NOT want to go for Sunday class tuition. It's terribly bad and noisy. And if I go on Saturday, I might see Zhou Si Cheng, whom I do NOT want to see either. Oh drama-rama, what should I do? Bet you I'll be squished with Aunt Nora and my mum, and maybe Aunt Pat. Aunt Nora and Aunt Pat are both my god-mas! They both are so cool! Aunt Nora is a stage actress, and Aunt Pat teaches brilliant English and she sails in her free time, and they both have beautiful and powerful English and they are both my mum's best friends! Isn't that cool? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;Unanswerable Questions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my, time for pondering:&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it good to be contented with one's life?&lt;br /&gt;Why do all Man want more than they have?&lt;br /&gt;Why is is that we should ever feel guilty?&lt;br /&gt;What is guilt?&lt;br /&gt;What do Man one from another?&lt;br /&gt;What does Man want to achieve in a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;Does Man want power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you to decide. But I do know who would really love these questions as much as me. Tata to you all. Cheers mate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108073775172544164?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108073775172544164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108073775172544164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108073775172544164' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108065670643076932</id><published>2004-03-30T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T22:28:42.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooh...apparently either my com is screwed or the blog is screwed or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;criminy, the stupid james tan is really silly. i bet that was the max energy he had put in, but of course, not enough. cat said that she saw tang yawn. i was falling asleep too. others found him boring. oh, tush him. he is so dead. boring and boring and boring. and he puts in 25% effort during normal class time. and the 100% was like when the teachers came to observe him. and he &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; doesn't have the faintest inkling of hanukkah, i bet. it's a jewish tradition. where one family did something and saved everybody. or something like that. &lt;em&gt;everybody&lt;/em&gt; knows that Hanukkah is a festival. it's like Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i am really really sad. now there will be nothing to look forward to when i get home at 6 at normal times. Gensomaden Saiyuki ended.oh..this is not nice at all.it's one of the best manga that uses CGI effects!and it was produced 4 years ago!!!the last bit was really sad...where Homura was killed, and he had a smile on his face. he was at last peaceful. and why did Shien and Zenon have to face so much turmoil in thier lives? it's like that to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Genjo Sanzo aka Konzen Douji lost his 'father' to demons.&lt;br /&gt;Sha Gojyo aka Kenren Taishi is a half blooded demon/human child. it's a taboo.&lt;br /&gt;erps. dad's calling tata. will write later.&lt;br /&gt;and now there will be 2 hours of Now and then, here and there from 6 to 8...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108065670643076932?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108065670643076932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108065670643076932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108065670643076932' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108056830327182692</id><published>2004-03-29T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T21:55:17.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is James' Day.I have commemerated every tuesday to Mr James Tan due to the fact he is the new guest director of our upcoming short play on anorexia nervosa. No further comments whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must find a way to get my ite done. i will pay anybody to do a bang-up job for the basketball and masking assignment, at least 2 bucks. it should get me a pass in my ite, so as to not have bad impressions for trying to get into Ip and maybe go overseas next year. i just need to pass everyone. i'm willing to get a C like last year, and hope to not get him the next year too. all the stupid things he does is to grow really fat, not lift a finger off his keyboard and scold anybody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU KNOW: Mr damien yam takes at least 3 minutes to find scotch tape in a room just next door? Mr Damien Yam has a knack for shaking his hold body and especially his legs? What do you think it stands for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to go onto a lighter subject, i am finally able to watch the Last two episodes of Gensomaden Saiyuki. Do you know how long i have waited? At least 3 months or so. i am exhausted. anyway, here are a few points to ponder on:&lt;br /&gt;-Are you classified as a coward if you run away from your past?&lt;br /&gt;-Are you guilty of the charges you faced in the past?&lt;br /&gt;-Are you a weakling if you try to find fault in yourself in the past and dwell on it? &lt;br /&gt;-Do you live for anybody?&lt;br /&gt;-What is your purpose here on life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center &gt;&lt;em&gt;He was like the sun to me,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bringing the light in the darkness of the tunnel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108056830327182692?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108056830327182692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108056830327182692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108056830327182692' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108045077239013855</id><published>2004-03-28T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T13:16:24.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate alot of people right now. no. actually just one. a pratty moron who doesn't know his worth. just because i wrote it down doesn't mean it doesn't apply to me. it's not like i'm the ruler of the whole universe. all the people i know are just like that. even my good friends. and now i'm just pissed with him because he pissed me off. so i'll piss him off back. childish? yes. but i good way of getting back at him with his ridiculous comments on me. if he doesn't want to then he doesn't have to. and this rule applies to everybody i know. &lt;br /&gt;and now, i shall be lame to write down the lyrics of a song i learnt in camp:&lt;br /&gt;they builty a ship titanic to sail the ocean blue,&lt;br /&gt;they thought they built a ship where no water can pass through,&lt;br /&gt;but the lord of might hands,&lt;br /&gt;knew the ship would never land,&lt;br /&gt;it was sad when the big ship went down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;oh it was sad, oh it was sad,&lt;br /&gt;it was sad when the big ship went down to the bottom,&lt;br /&gt;with the husbands and wives,&lt;br /&gt;and their children lost their lives,&lt;br /&gt;it was sad when the big ship went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one more time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to this i owe nothing to nobody. and for this i shall live as i usually do. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108045077239013855?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108045077239013855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108045077239013855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108045077239013855' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108036677126950288</id><published>2004-03-27T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T13:56:21.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have the first layer of my skin on my kneecaps gone.and so has the second, third and fourth layer on some parts. i hate hurdles. jump-lose balance-slip-skid. argh. i am lousy.i think i have a very nasty habit of trying to think too much when i'm not supposed to. i shall not give you the further details of my gruesome legs in fear of you vomiting on your keyboard and screen, short circuiting the computer and paying $2999 for a new computer. &lt;br /&gt;we had a lovely time today in school(for once). went there and had food, and had so much left over, we gave it to jloo and the badminton team and the GO and accounts departments, the teachers and all. and stupid damien yam was still eating his stupid curry when he was sick. &lt;br /&gt;damien yam went:DON'T TEST MY PA-A-TIENTS!I HAVE ENOUGH OF THIS CLASS ALREADY!stupid moron. it's not like as if he can't speak well. maybe he was getting uncomfortable when people like me give him the evil eye and he can't do anything. and then he just keeps on shaking and shaking and shaking like there's no tomorrow. stupid man. and then he said he had downloaded everything we had uploaded and i said then why he hadn't had it if he has marked everything.and he tells us that he doesn't mark anything without the correct naming code. blardy idiot. he will get it from me. &lt;br /&gt;DON'T STARE AT ME LIKE THAT.DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT BODY LANGUAGE?LOOK AT YOUR FACE. that's what he said to me. my face always looks grim and sulky if anybody has ever noticed. so i retort, which is actually quite resonably well, my face is always like this. you can ask my friends. and then my classmates stick up for me which i am grateful for. and he can't say anything about it. why? because i didn't do it on purpose. so what? i can't get detention and demerit points just because my face always looks like a black cloud right? it's my natural face. unless you want me to smile and say, oh, i am so terribly sorry.now what did i do to offend you? he'll die. i bet he has never faced this much pressure in his whole life just by a group of 13 year old girls, and i am correct. just eat sleep and grow fat. guess how big his potbelly is?it probabaly can fit in 2 chickens snugly and have room for another 10 candy canes or so? stupid git&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108036677126950288?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108036677126950288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108036677126950288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108036677126950288' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108020629217917832</id><published>2004-03-25T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T17:21:40.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall pretend that i'm an all listening ear and not hyperventilate and internally combust. why? blardy 1/8 is getting really out of hand. one girl wrote on the board: ZHOU SI CHENG IS A BITCH. do you think it's nice? it's really not good. and what's more, she's from nyps!&lt;br /&gt;listen to this conversation. characters: Zhou Si Cheng (zsc).mr tang(gt).teacher(t)counsellor(c)&lt;br /&gt;scene one:&lt;br /&gt;BHAM BHAM BHAM. zsc pops her head into the english department&lt;br /&gt;zsc: where is mr tang? where is mr tang? i'm trying to find mr tang? where is he?&lt;br /&gt;t: oh, he's not in. could you find him later?&lt;br /&gt;zsc:okay.(slams door and leaves..or so we think)&lt;br /&gt;5 min later&lt;br /&gt;zsc:where is my tang? can i speak to mr tang? where is he?&lt;br /&gt;t: he is not in now. you might have to catch him after school.&lt;br /&gt;zsc:okay.(slams door and leaves..or so we think)&lt;br /&gt;5 min later&lt;br /&gt;zsc:where is mr tang?&lt;br /&gt;t:why do want him?&lt;br /&gt;zsc:he say got theatre audition.i want to get into theatre.so i'm trying for the audition.where is he?i'm trying to find him.(rattles on)&lt;br /&gt;and this goes on for the rest of recess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of school&lt;br /&gt;english dept.&lt;br /&gt;zsc:where is my tang?where is he?&lt;br /&gt;mr tang: (he is at the coms) mr tang? he is not in. (apparently, he was told by the other teachers)&lt;br /&gt;zsc:but i'm trying to find him.teacher say that he stay back in school mah.&lt;br /&gt;mr tang:oh, he might be in the canteen having lunch, he will be back soon.come back later&lt;br /&gt;zsc:okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5min later&lt;br /&gt;zsc:where is my tang?i'm trying to find him?where is he? huh?&lt;br /&gt;gt:he is not in. he is having a very light lunch. he eats very little, so please come back later.&lt;br /&gt;zsc:but he say he got hold audition. i want to get into theatre mah.so i must come here and find him.&lt;br /&gt;gt:why do you want to get into theatre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zsc:because i like to act.and i want to act. so must get in.because i want to act&lt;br /&gt;gt:would you rather go front stage or backstage?&lt;br /&gt;zsc:i just want to act.so of course front stage.i want to act.&lt;br /&gt;gt:i think he might be in m404.please go and find him then.&lt;br /&gt;zsc:okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 min later&lt;br /&gt;counsellor comes by to english dept.&lt;br /&gt;c:mr tang please?&lt;br /&gt;gt: yes?&lt;br /&gt;c:there's a girl who is trying to find you.&lt;br /&gt;gt:what does she look like?&lt;br /&gt;c:short hair, think glasses. she came to m404 looking for you. he disrupted the cca.&lt;br /&gt;gt:okay. show her in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 min later&lt;br /&gt;zsc:where is mr tang? i'm trying to find mr tang.&lt;br /&gt;gt:but he isn't in!&lt;br /&gt;zsc:but the girl say got. the counsellor say he was in here.&lt;br /&gt;gt:but he isn't!&lt;br /&gt;zsc:okay.nevermind&lt;br /&gt;gt:wait, let me check&lt;br /&gt;(stands up to the office )&lt;br /&gt;gt:(yells) gary!there's some one here looking for you! (quiet)well, he isn't here&lt;br /&gt;zsc:okay.nevermind then&lt;br /&gt;(sniggers come from the teachers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5min later&lt;br /&gt;zsc:is he in yet?where is mr tang?&lt;br /&gt;gt:oh. i think he's back. let me call him. please wait outside.&lt;br /&gt;zsc:okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5min later&lt;br /&gt;outside eng dept&lt;br /&gt;gt:okay. was somebody looking for me? (zsc looks shocked..if she can)&lt;br /&gt;okay then.read this script&lt;br /&gt;zsc:okay(starts reading)...&lt;br /&gt;gt:so why are you here? (line in script)&lt;br /&gt;zsc:huh? because i want to audition to get into theatre what. (carries on reading)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt; THE END&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she feels only happiness and anger.no repentance no guilt. she is the one and only china born ZHOU SI CHENG.&lt;br /&gt;but even then, nobody should make fun of her. she was prank called, made fun of and everything. always by the same people. do they ever learn or not? nasty prats, bad. &lt;br /&gt;during recess, i heard another matter. she said to another person,"i hate your name." just because somebody gave her a nick with a girl in the same class who has the same name. and the girl says," do not use my name.it is precious to me." and she retorts,"anyway, i hate your name.use for what?" and last time, she trodded on another's bag on purpose, broke water bottles and flung bags on the floor. with no feelings at all. and girls actually take pictures of her and say,"wow, so cute.will use as desktop wallpaper." is that how you should treat your classmate?in the leasy, just leave her alone.&lt;br /&gt;for pity's sake! she just wants attention from everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108020629217917832?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108020629217917832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108020629217917832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108020629217917832' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108013829299369336</id><published>2004-03-24T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T22:28:20.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to: Gareth Gates. say it isn't so (again)&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that chang tsai still know my name. it i spastically stupid. she was going, "Okay yi-ming, jus throw, you can do it." I roll my eyes, tip the discus and make it fly and was hoping that i would really hit her. she's a divorcee you know, mr tang said it. &lt;br /&gt;and jloo scolded me just because i rolled my eyes at her. well, not to her but to michelle actually. she said "yi1 min3 why are you rolling your eyes? itchy huh?" so i say, yeah, a bit. and i am sooo sick of people calling me yi1 min3 that the next time she says it, i would retort, "The name's yi-ming. if you wanna lecture me, do it properly."&lt;br /&gt;i know it sounds nasty but it is the truth. and the lovely crstals are growing lovely. i know baoru is doing too much, but for once, i am happy to know that i'm not the one who's doing the whole job, and for once i am not the leader, not bossing people around. and for once, i do not have to call people up, and lastly, take the whole work load. for that, i am truly happy. &lt;br /&gt;but now i'm stuck with the front row, with kai and edna whom i do not talk to at all. not at all. it's like nil to nil kind of score. &lt;br /&gt;gotta go change and pack and sleep. tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108013829299369336?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108013829299369336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108013829299369336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108013829299369336' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-108005212012418956</id><published>2004-03-23T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T22:32:06.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today calls for celebrating: we had no James' Day. Theatre was cancelled due to explicit reasons and so we had none today. i bet james called it off because he knew i was in there.and then oh nevermind, i shall not dally anymore. &lt;br /&gt;there's a Mr Tan for japanese.i really hope i don't get him tomorrow because he is a nasty man which everybody doesn't like at all. zetai! and then he looks really nerdy with glass frames ____ this thick and magnifies his eyes to make them look like those from a frog's. i hop chia sensei comes back soon.she either went for a holiday or she did something else.well, i don't want to go back to 408 anymore.not at all. &lt;br /&gt;and chang tsai has me for discus practice. i have no idea why i was thrown into discus and 80m hurdles. i have no inkling for either. so i'll probably go there and make a fool of myself as usual. and if i &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; do okay, i'll probably be worse. i bet all the discus people are all big and heavy and very strong and i'll feel really odd. or for hurdles, i have competetors who are really fast. argh...i don't want peggy.she's probably in high junp or something and she probably does very well. and she's like thin! very thin. maybe like cheryl's or better or worse, not very sure. and now i am babbling about like a stupid idiot and making myself seem even more dumb.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, i have nothing to look forward to tomorrow with me having to face chang tsai, which i'm hoping that it would be for the last time too. and i have no inkling of badminton either, which makes it really bad because i have pe on badminton on thursday which would be a disaster too. &lt;br /&gt;and now we are playing fencing vs kendo.slide and shift weight to front foot then to centre to get proper balance and shift from one leg to another without as much leg movement as possible. and makes it hard. i shall have to do something about my stupid nature of sports once again. &lt;br /&gt;gen found my blog! now that's nice, because i don't see her in school nowadays after the theatre production.and i am still suffering from post theatre production syndrome. and that is not nice either. seeing mr tang today was one happy thing because he was smiling today. and he was talking about I La Galigo in the last one minute after class and he seemed disappointed that cat didn't go and i slept through the last bit. well, it was really theatre and NOT drama rama. theatre includes the whole aspect of well, theatre. drama rama is just acting. i do NOT like acting. i have lines to learn and then we have to land on the correct spot on the correct cue, and your expressions. it is not a nice job to do. &lt;br /&gt;well, at least talking to my friend helps. alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-108005212012418956?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108005212012418956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/108005212012418956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108005212012418956' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107984338387626899</id><published>2004-03-21T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T12:33:06.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh. many people are suffering from TCN post depression and it's getting on my nerves. well, i am too. and it is not a very nice feeling. my dad is pissed today. i am not happy. anyway, dad thinks that all pop stuff includes jumping, showing off body and boobs and all. really pissed that time. and keeps on saying i spend too much time on the net. which i only do during hols because theres nothing else to do due to the finishing of my homework. so here it is. i think i feel horrible. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107984338387626899?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107984338387626899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107984338387626899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107984338387626899' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107977579909247915</id><published>2004-03-20T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T17:46:40.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPEE BURFDAY GUINEA aka EUGENE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have wished him too many happy birthdays.i am getting extravagant. and that is not a good streak in my strait. so i will change. i shall only wish a person happy brithday on the day before and that day itself only. and then, i shall further limit myself to 5 times of saying it. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i am here to tell you that i am SICK of chicken rice. my dad seems to live on it. went to follow him to get chicken rice, couldn't get it then went to get char siew rice, which i am gradually getting sick of too. and i HAD to have it for lunch or i would be dead. i am dying from not having choco-sweets every 2 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i eat brown rice mixed with white rice every dinner now. mum picked it up from a lady she was working with on a project. it is tasteless and the husk sticks in your throat. i am not surprised that it is the main cause of giving me sore throats recently. but is is not bad. mum says it will keep you full as the breaking down process of the rice takes a longer time. do you think that's why i get stomach cramps in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question to ponder on:&lt;br /&gt;is it all right to eat a lot of candy? what does it do to you?did you know that gum can be taken be cold turkey people after drugs?it's to kick the habit? well, what is my habit? or rather what is there wrong about eating candy? it helps cool me down. alot. just chew and swallow and i'll definetely be happier. so why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107977579909247915?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107977579909247915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107977579909247915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107977579909247915' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107968627631428477</id><published>2004-03-19T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T16:54:36.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tang:i didn't know that Nora Samosir was coming.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Oh yeah, my mum told you.&lt;br /&gt;Tang:Yeah, i was talking with the principal when she came up. and she said: Your ex-teacher was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum:I told your teacher that his ex-teacher was coming.then i said Nora Samosir. then he said 'oh'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am laughing. i only remembered this when i was talking with my friend just now. i was going to post this then i forgot. the whole club was giggling and laughing.in the audi.phew..there was nobody there to bother with the theatre club. Shimin came up with this. use your fingers to make N-O-R-A then make a triangle to represent Samosa.you know, the stuff that you eat...laugh all you want.as long as my god-ma doesn't find out, it's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my mum came home and told me, and she even said to tang:my daughter especially made her godma come. and that is not true! aunt nora is usually never free and i just brought it up as a joke.anyway, my whole family bought like 8 tickets or so. and i am terribly surprised that people said it was a good performance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a gazillion glitches. two that i remembered were Joyce's voice cracking and Alice not catching the pawn. it felt bad to watch on the screens. in the backstage right after we came out, i was engulfed with hugs and i know they were saying it was great and my mind said Kampiki! i knew that there were loose screws around the whole performance. well, can't blame 'em. so who cares? the next one is the anorexia nervosa script. hope that i land with either something that's big in the back or nothing at all. don't want to act. rather do props or sm!that would be cool, or at least something, so that i won't go home feeling that i haven't completed a thing during practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107968627631428477?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107968627631428477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107968627631428477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107968627631428477' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-10795857173930344</id><published>2004-03-18T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T12:58:35.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am happy. very happy, but no, not overjoyed. &lt;br /&gt;i have finally found music for my blog.except i'm not using it this round, not for this background in the least. i have found a new layout and new music to boot. so i guess emily the strange background will have to wait till may or so. and another thing, i WILL credit them because all of them rock! it's like this. it's shimin's friend that has the layout and her sister that has the music and all of her sisters are whizzes at computer. so i guess they rock too! and now, i have nothing to write about because nothing is running through my head except that Eugene's birthday is coming up in 2 days and he's really proud. &lt;br /&gt;and i was just listening to It's Gonna Rain by Bonnie Pink, and now Sanbun no Junjou na Kanjou by an artist which i have not found out yet. and they all rock because firstly, it's fromt he Rurouni Kenshin soundtrack, and another thing is that it's in Japanese. cool huh? japanese rocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三分の純情な感情　is how it is read. it means three parts of my truest feelings, or something like that. it rocks! and then i have Niji by L'arc~En~Ciel which also rocks, except it sounds kinda sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to bertilla and sisters i am happy. 嬉ですよね。very happy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, for those who cant see the japanese words, go to View and under Encoding and More, search for Japanese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.wondermay.com/wallpaper/rk001.jpg height=200 width=275&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-10795857173930344?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/10795857173930344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/10795857173930344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#10795857173930344' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107949368283412012</id><published>2004-03-17T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T11:24:40.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a calendar. and it's special.why? because it's on lord of the rings.thats why. and i read in the Life! article which really tickled me bad: What Lord of the Rings and I La Galigo have in common is that both have a middle earth and a hero who has a magical ring. Really made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is about smiling. have you ever seen me smile in a photo? if you have, it's fake. like F-A-K-E. i just realised this when i was looking at some photos from the production. i realised that when i smile really fakely is when my jaw is set straight and my teeth edges are meeting each other, so it looks like this block of white with slits in it. but a nice smile would be when my top is overlapping me bottom jaw. and for some reason, i only do that when i'm really really happy, and that's not very often you see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another would be holidays. who like holidays? you should only get holidays when you're going overseas or something popped up, then you get holidays. why? because it is B-O-R-I-N-G. really boring. all i'm doing is eat, sleep, watch Tv, play on the computer and do homework. it is like a set routine which i follow everytime it comes to holidays. and then the teachers always think we have so much free time that they always pile us with alot of homework which would actually never be accomplised in one school week. so what's the matter with them? i do not like holidays unless i'm going for a holiday and i haven't been on a really nice one since, um...2000 or something? and going to malaysia to visit my grandma does &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; count as a holiday because it's usually for my dad to visit her while we tag along and do nothing where there are 2 spinsters and a old lady. and everybody there as old..and of course, usually old to me means boring. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107949368283412012?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107949368283412012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107949368283412012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107949368283412012' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107941953031173937</id><published>2004-03-16T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T14:48:46.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I would like to give short thank yous. &lt;br /&gt;Firstly to Shimin who without her, i could not get ANY Alice? Pictures becuase a certain brother would not lend me his digi-cam. they are nice. anybody who has sense will not be able to spot me, firstly because there is only one picture of me, and secondly, i am wearing contacts. well, those who probably know which is me would know because they saw me perform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to all theatre people: YOU GUYS ROCK!!!! especially peiqi, who without her, there would be already a malfunction without her as a president and neither without michelle, the vice-president. &lt;br /&gt;and then, there's always the sec 4s who would disappear soon. and thanks to hui lian and xiang yu who could put up with me not being able to find my costume all the time, being me a stupid log-head. and them doing final touch ups to my make-up. &lt;br /&gt;then the sec 3s who are pretty cool and yawen for doing eyeliner for me.she is uber good at it. and cas for actually being nasty and not giving me honey without water.grrr, but she is quite a good prop mistress and for that i am happy. then joyce!yay! without you, there would not be a tumbletot duo and being a very cool sparring partner and telling me to control my strengths, and my, do you bruise easily. well, you'll definetely remember me now for that right? haha. and a pretty cool drama store cleaner. i think i'll vote you for that. :D&lt;br /&gt;then the sec ones who are actually pretty noisy but nevermind, did a great job though, even though they didn't have to clean up with stage afeer rehearsals and could still complain when practice ended at 6.30 and not at 7 like last year. nasty prats to some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sec twos.the coolest bunch of all. thanks shimin for the pictures, yixin who loves japanese stuff as much as me, and maybe more and my eye shadow and blending and all. mandeeeee you rock! you did me hair and actually made it stay.*gasp*it's a first! and lending me a shoulder to doze on during I La Galigo. haha. will read your blog. then to cat for being very cool as usual and all. and all the other sec twos which i have not yet mentioned. nevermind that one. and not to forget, manday and yixin for keeping my hair and hat intact on stage. haha =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice explanation 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is off to tumbletot land where she meets and hilarious pair where one is 7 and the other is 6. and their both in the same grade! apparently, tweedledee was held back due to reasons that he had nobody to cope homework off and such. and it is the love that brought them very close. if you remember, tweedledee hit his brother yet forgot all anger and whatnot to help him and fight off Alice(to no avail). and that is too show that the roots run deeper than childish play and that they really love each other alot even though they fight. in other words, the more they fight, the more they love each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was the voices which are really unexplainable to me. i just see them as parts of a human's life. they are distractors and barriers in many way. without them, man would have no challenge in life yet with them they cause man troubles. would it not be easier if there was no such thing is ugliness and beauty? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it is the gryphon and mock turtle scene. where it can be told that these are hard to say too. for why do they do it in the first place? but they are loyal and they just want to help out instead of being a tweedledee or tweedledum where they are just hindrances and do not bother to help at all. tis a pity that she dropped the chess piece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it is the caterpillar who just helps but not through giving exact help but guiding points which helps you and this way, you are not given help but a helping hand where you are able to find out what you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the queen. the most feared of all. she is able to try to block you. you are not supposed to be decideded on but what you yourself want to decide. for once, you must take control of your fate and destiny. they are not one but two seperate things.  but you cannot live without either one for they are linked not wholly or directly but veering off course once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there you have it. a brief layout of what is there and what is not there. i am typing really fast because i'm supposed to be doing my homework. blergh. will tata. i will write later on some other consequential action which i took. cheerios. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107941953031173937?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107941953031173937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107941953031173937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107941953031173937' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107925364299738650</id><published>2004-03-14T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T16:43:56.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is nice to say that you do not come home with your skin peeling and a horrible sun burn. and for that i am happy.&lt;br /&gt;agenda: -lifeskills camp 2-Alice? explanation-I La Galigo-anorexic play(james)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFESKILLS&gt;CAMP&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is plain brilliant.just fun and enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;day one: &lt;br /&gt;we are whisked off to Costa Sands Resort which i realised was near the beach in Loyang, which is near a harbour where i used to sail 2 years back. pity we did not get to go the beach at all. we were seperated in our groups and we sat on canvas sheets, luckily not under the sweltering heat, waiting for them to dish out our instructors and whatever we had to do. it was torture to see that i was grouped with mak mei kin, but was happy that i was in the same group as becky. i made new friends! :D piggy from 2/6 was huiling, very funny. and i whole lotta others. there was this girl who said she spoke to ghosts, but i'm not sure, so i don't really care or mind that much. our instructor was winnie, she's very thin. i thought that she was anorexic at first. blergh...eddie and shay were the guys behind the logistics, both are very funny. "i may be fat but you are ugly, and i can diet" "well, there's something called plastic surgery " that was their funny jokes and all that was going around all the time. both of them cracked pratically everybody up. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;First thing we did: low elements. there was a 12-foot wall to climb and we could not even after 4 unsucessful attempts. then there was cross the funny ladder thing, the the spider web and then some thin wire where you were given two ropes and you had to try to cross, quite cool. then we went back to the canvas tentage and we sat down there to make our own flags! we were happy. we called ourselves the Darevils. read as devils though. just with an extra 'r' in it. we had funny cheers too. i yelled myself hoarse though after 2 and a hafl days of cheering. it was fun! then we had lunch and then we built our tents. so sick to share a tent with kai ling. she's the girl who does the nan-zhong-quan with us every tuesday morning. she is bossy and not very nice. it was probably only because huiling and her were both from 2/6, blergh. well, i had claire! i was sooo happy! she was my partner. pity thing is that we got blue tents which were lousy and stupid and so tiny compared to the other tents, well, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;watersports was next. we were in a 0.9 wading pool. we were 1st for two events and 2nd for the 3rd event. first one, pour water from hair into small cup till it overflows. second event: push partner to end, turnaround, 2nd partner pull you back. 3rd event, hook your legs to the person infront of you and paddle forward till you get to the end, then switch over with other 3/4 people. the last two events had big very nive floats to play with. i didn't get to play, you know who had started. blergh!!!&lt;br /&gt;we went back and we were yelling all the time and we gave the guy instructors female names. then it was soon dinner, then we bathed and washed up then i realised we needed long track pants and i didn't bring extra, so claire lent me hers, and i was soooo grateful, thought i could kiss her. she is a super dee duper dee uber good friend to have.~muackers~ haha. it was mass dance which was 'new age girl' and we loooved the song. "mary moooaaanns, she's a vegetarian!!!!", and it was quite cool. and then we went for this walk and it was practically twelve already. we went through this stupid muddy place which was not scary, but just gave you dirty shoes to match your dirty hands and whatever. i almost slipped in the mud. then we soon went back to our tents, got ready and promptly fell asleep. well, not for me. i was rolling around in one 25cm by 1.6m area which i tried to sleep in. i was mosquito bitten all over. could not wait to get up. it was like at every half hour interval, i would get up, scratch scratch scratch my legs then get into another bout of fitful sleep then again and again and again. it was horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;went early to the toilet at about 5.15. then we had breakfast at about 6.45 or so, then we packed our tents and headed back to the tentage. then we were then off the the carpark where the high elements were. we were happy to see something so cool. joyce/jonathan rocks!  he was our first belayer. i went for his course thing. it was a net, then hug bouy,hug string then cross rockwall then come down course. he said that huiling and i were very 'zhai', which i agree alot! hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;then we had lunch and then it started to rain as we were going off to commando cliff at changi side. blergh, we never got to abseil or to rock climb at all, i was so darn unhappy. but we got to bomb other people and cheer, and do the titanic and bamboo tree cheers which were pretty funny. then we were shifted to our chalets, oh, we were shifted to the chalets before we went to do the high elements. then they announced that we were going to have a nanyang idol that night. so we moved to a free chalet and practiced. we did american idol spoof! we first had a rapper which forgot her lines, then female 2(F2) which were a duo of girls that couldn't sing liu xing yu adn were from taiwan so they didn't understanf a thing, then we had jaime who could really sing, then it was sophia who burst a few eardrums, then ah meng, which was MEEEEEE. i did william hung! i was so dang happy with myself. classmates were yelling ee-meng from their groups and were whooooping all the way.yay! pity there was no prize ceremony, we would have won. for your information, Mr lim was randy jackson, Ms ong was paula and stupid Mr adrian chan was simon. claire was simone cornwall, meijin was pualine abu bakar and huiling was randy. (forgot her fake name) then we had dinner. yeah! then we had the surprise night where we went back to our classes. i lost my stupid waterbottle which cost about $30, and it my mum's one. did i mention i lost claire's torchlight too? i think i'm bad luck. we had this competition to see which class was the best, we didn't win, but we were happy. then we went to our chalets, bathed and slept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to get up at 5, but could not. overslept to about 6. then winnie came round and said that we had to stay in our rooms and pack. by then, we already had packed. we had a peaceful night,and did not hear kailing's snoring that kept me and huiling up the whole of the night before. she has very loud and raspy snoring. then we went back to tent, gave out prizes and were shoved into a bus and went back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had to do the science experiments, had lunch and mum said i looked like a JC student in my class tee and pe pants and then we went home. i didn't sleep but watched tv. end of story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALICE?&gt;EXPLANATION&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alice is moved to the mad hatter scene. mad hatter just speaks crap, mouse is the philosopher and march hair asks about logic? pulling in teddy is to show how hard it is to be someone you're not and how versatile one can be, while Alice is not at alll. then we had the Sara scene. tang said that she was a grey spot where she just moves around with no direction in life. colours would be about the different lives everybody has. and that even though we live in a community, we are all individualists and we do not care as much as the next person, that's why red could just pull out green's tale and not care, and that everytime when one dies, we have to start from the beginning means that everytime somebody changes, everybody was change to suit that person in one way or another. &lt;br /&gt;i am too tired to say anymore, will continue later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&gt;LA&gt;GALIGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept through the last 45 minutes of the performance. i found it too draggy, but the play was quite good. the bare stage effect and the minimal use of props and words was very good, and was made even better by the movements of the actors, the music and of course the light. mum, dad and bro all went, mum said it was superb. i don't really mind, as long as it is shorter next time though. oh yeah, the costumes were very cool. i was waiting for the interval, but could not wait and promptly fell asleep and was jolted awake at the end, some of my friends slept too and others saw me fall asleep, haha. they said i looked like the frog and the monkey, very funny you guys. haha, hoho, very funny indeed. and then shimin just had to take a picture of me wearing a skirt. and the fishbone necklace, i think that one is my favourite yet, it's very cool. cas couldn't believe i wore a skirt. elaina had her face burnt, so her wore a cap, very stylish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOREXIC&gt;PLAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT BELIEVE JAMES TAN IS DIRECTING THE WHOLE PLAY. tang said to watch out for drama-rama, and not theatre. i think i will die. the whole of the sec 2 cohort CANNOT stand him. he is slow and boring and draggy ,i think i shall die. he is a blardy teacher. i am currently looking at my homework list. i think i shall die again. it looks like a whole lot and it is a whole lot. anyway, the anorexic play is very cool, i think i'll try for the D girl who likes to show off, haha. i am not like that, but i can act like that. worse of all is that i am very very much afraid that Gary Tang leaves nygh and then we are stuck with James Tan, this time, i will really find ways of quitting and probably go join the library society or something, because i don't think i can stand him. he teaches like shit and he probably directs like shit too, i called him a stupid old man infront of gary tang, hope he doesn't tell him. no wonder they both were having lunch together. I WILL PUKE AND STAB MYSLEF IN THE HEART LIKE ROMEO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107925364299738650?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107925364299738650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107925364299738650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107925364299738650' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107917032939489333</id><published>2004-03-13T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T15:49:00.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is successfully been changed.well, the skin in the least.now i am a happier person by a tad bit, well like ___________ this much.anyway, this is the agenda of the day:&lt;br /&gt;GEP Funfair.Lifeskills Camp 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEP&gt;FUNFAIR&lt;br /&gt;It is horrible to remember. i had to go with my sister to the teacher's college for a 20th anniversary of the Gep. the next thing i know, i am standing in squelchy mud, holding my wallet in my hand because it's too big for my pocket while children as high as my shoulder run around like mad people. i tell you, it was crazy out there! just crazy! &lt;br /&gt;and then, i had a mad craving for candy floss all of a sudden. i wanted some and i had to queue for a uber long queue then behind another uber long queue for the candy floss. at that time, i knew i was making the wronng decision, so i gave up on the stupid idea. wandering around to find a girl in a pink shirt with her mom is not a good idea especially if your shoes cost 120 bucks and thier getting dirtier and muddier by the minute. so i said to my sister: let's go home. it's easy to go home, just 5 minutes away from the house. she nodded and we trodded that long and tiring journey back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the miracle: &lt;br /&gt;-my shoes survived after 15minutes of scrubbing at home.&lt;br /&gt;-i stayed there for less then 30 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i go? because heather was going and michelle too, and junhong too. i wanted to see some old faces. heather was gone just as i got there, i was searching for michelle who was the girl in the pink shirt and junhong also left as i was going to ge there. well,i have learnt that whatever funfair i'm going for, it better be good. pity i missed fun-o-rama by acjc this year. oh shimata! i must have better luck next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFESKILLS&gt;CAMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifeskills camp rocked! oh yeah, it was awesome and fantastic. yeah, so you come home stinkin' and dirty but still, you see that happy smile on your face when you look at yourself in the mirror and you brighten up immediately. you make new friends, you seem happier. we even had the fun to name all the guy instructors with new female names! here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha was Sam-Shakira was Shay-Eliza was Eddie-Edwina was Edwin-Vicky was Vic-Zoe was Zhi Qiang-Cecilia was Cyril-Charlene was Chi'something'-Joyce was Jonthan-Fatima was Fahmy-Mrs Charlotte was Mr Lim Chow Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was brill i say, jolly good. some of the people had major crushes on Vic, i thought i would die. Edwin, Vic and Zhi Qiang were all 19, waiting for A results. well, good luck to them. they're part time trainees. Vic is not good looking, he's just very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go, well write later. cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107917032939489333?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107917032939489333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107917032939489333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107917032939489333' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107881617702246613</id><published>2004-03-09T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T15:12:43.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The nasty of all is yet to be. &lt;br /&gt;i am sick&lt;br /&gt;symptons:&lt;br /&gt;flu-fever-hacking coughs-bloodied nose-blood from mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not good. and i think its of the end-of-production-and-there's-nothing-left-to-do disease. because, after two weeks of stress and piled up fury and anger and distaste, all of it is gone due to the end of Alice? and all i can say is that i this keeps on going on, i shall personally go and drown in the sewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agenda of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Alice?&lt;br /&gt;Lifeskills Camp '04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALICE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are just a pawn in the game of life, so why do you keep on looking to the past? this is one of my favourite lines that i really love because it is a fantastically great way of telling you so many things in one line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alice? is a totally student production, do you believe it? gary tang said that too and he only helped with directing. therefore, it can be seen that we shall improve and move up and make the script even longer than 50 minutes. therefore, we shall be able to write our own scripts, further edit it and get it beautifully made up by the time we are ready for our next production. in the mean time, i will wallow in my self misery out of nothing and just be disgustingly miserable as i always will be. those who want to find the hidden meaning behind Alice? please check back later before i blast off and forget about it. this production is one of the double sided stories of two words: self discovery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFESKILLS&gt;CAMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a nasty and horrible experience where you get to school at 7 in the morning.  and you pay a fee of $110 to be mentally and physically disfigured and so called 'toughened up' for other stuff.  we will be tortured day and night, never to be given rest, is that what we want? and this is the reason we go to school for. not just that, the camp commandant is a male teacher. Daniel Teo or something like that, what's more, he's a GEP teacher who is bloody lame bloody ignorant to the tastes of colour and design. who the hell would where a maroon background shirt with yellow designs? well at least we have a class shirt where it is like palish yellow and looks almost white but not really. at least the pictures are nice. yun ning drew it and we shall thank her. thank you yun ning. :D&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, my group might be sleeping in a room where a woman died. let's just hope she died of a heart attack even though she was awfully young. say mid-twenties? and then i have a bulgy nightsack thingy, i have apparently forgotten my vocabulary.my mind is blank, honest. and i have, oh shoot! it's called a sleeping bag! yeah, its terribly big and bulky because my brother complained it was too thin to sleep in and so my mum sewed in a blanket sort of thing, and the blanket is uber thick. well, at least it's comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo junhong. please read and sorry about not updating. anyway, if you still want to chat about the meaning of life and the yearns of the human kind, you got to wait because my computer is currently being fixed and i am in school now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107881617702246613?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107881617702246613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107881617702246613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107881617702246613' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107832557650245247</id><published>2004-03-03T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T22:55:54.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My school has just printed an aritcle on blogs. it is nasty. mum said that there was justice from above and was justified for her actions. well, in certain ways, i agree. Well i agree to this!BHAM!(inside joke.haha) as long as i'm not violating any rules, i am kept out of harms way right? or so i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my computer isn't working so i'm using my mums one. she forgot to log out and i'm using it now, :D apparently, elder siblings use the children shared computer to download stuff from the internet. well, i hope he stops. so we'll reboot the whole system and pray that it wont die again. i can't live without the computer. AAAGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am stuck with mak mei kin. then nasty ex-softballer who loves bragging. the top it off, she's a gepper. bad news for me. but then again, becky is in the same group as me! YAY!!! i have becky, i have becky, nah nah nah nah nah nah! pity i don't have mum with me. mum failed her maths and science, mum rocks. mum acts very well too, as the mad-hatter, she is definetly funky. inside joke again. i must speak louder on stage. i wish tang could let me scream like a sissy before we get off stage. like tumbles: yell! alice:scream! tumbles: shriek! off stage and we are finished! the whole play is stupidly short. can't belive he lets us write our own play, i knew this from the beginning. well, since we started it, we'll end it together. samantha is nice. shermain is slightly nasty, all the others are nice. faustina is too tall and vannessa is too quiet. haha. nevermind about that. anyway, i have to go to sleep. good night.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107832557650245247?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107832557650245247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107832557650245247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832557650245247' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107813652073589177</id><published>2004-03-01T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T18:24:56.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The blardy computer is NOT working. stupid colours are disgusting and irrational.is anybody supposed to be able to work with these? it's like those in our classroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agenda: oscars-habits-life(3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORD OF THE RINGS WON 11 OSCARS!!!! can you actually believe it? what's more is that they say it's the first time a fairytale blockbuster has actually made it to winning the oscars, and not just that,sweeping away eleven of em! i was spankingly amazed. PETER JACKSON WON BEST DIRECTOR!!!! AAGH! I AM SO HAPPY! it's time they gave him one anyway, he's a great director with selling blockbusters. mum said he made zombie movies. i wanna watch! so cool! they even won best picture of the year! i am so damn amazed! i can't believe it. well, actaully i can. no other movie could actually rival it. it's sold over 1 billion dollars already! AAAGHHHH.. I WILL GET THE EXTENDED DVD!!! I WILL GET IT. and waste 300 bucks on it, but its good money. who doesn't want to hold thier pee just to watch a 10 hour movie marathon? mum's a great fan of lord of the rings. she read the re-read the book a whole lot of times. i'm still stuck at the same place in book 2 since the previous february. i think it's kind of dry. but some of my friends do like it. IT IS FRIGGINGLY GOOD I SAY! JOLLY GOOD! oh, did i tell you that in the last samurai, there was man who always said jolly good? very funny. haha kind of funny and haha lame, kind of funny. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HABITS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have weird habits. i can't even hold out for one day without eating food that it bad for my voice and body. i just HAD to have a doughnut at the 3rd language school and a packet of chocolate chip cookies. then i burnt 70 calories off on the stationary bike at home. it is not good. i will be eating over priced yong tou fu for the next four days. i loook like two blocks stuck together. the bottom one bigger than the top. i have the widest hips in my life. did you know that some traditional japanese families look at the girl's hips before they choose who thier sons should marry? it says that then, the baby will be a strong child, mostly sons. maybe i should go marry some good looking guy whose family cares only for my hips. my thighs are FAT. uglae uglae ulgae, like slimy elgae. i will die from staring at the cellulite build up in my thighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i have another wierd habit which i noticed about 15 minutes ago. i have realised that sometimes, when i come out of the bathroom, i will turn around, and brush my teeth. even if it's 4 in the afternoon. last time, i bathed at night verily late and my dad yelled and said that if i don't bath earlier than 9.30, he will ban the toilets. i will have to use the one downstairs. it is a nasty thing to do, but it has never happened to me before, but to my brother, yes. quite a few times actually. this brushing teeth stint has happened many numerous times and i'm finding it really comical. it has become a very eccentric habit of mine which i don't think i want to break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; LIFE (3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has become one of the harder things to explain. it used to so frequently, that not many people actually underestand the true meaning of it. so what is behind that confounded riddle of life? simple. you. live your life and be your life and you will have become life. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107813652073589177?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107813652073589177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107813652073589177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107813652073589177' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107804118018058007</id><published>2004-02-29T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T15:55:53.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mother has just ranted at me. she tells me not to give out personal secrets or else people will know my weak points. now i really am lamenting. therefore, i will only vent anger on certain subjects. which is to discuss my point of view as well as others. therefore, i am dicussing my agenda of the day over the tag-board and whatsoever. i will not say i like tom felton anymore. but if you see anymore of his pictures up, you'll get the gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newest word i have concocted:uber. &lt;br /&gt;meaning: super dee duper, wopee doo. to mean the best of the best, creme da la creme.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the meaning of life 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the meaning of life is of predefined nature. one actaully never knows what life is. after all, it is just 4 alphabets that God had put together, or rather, what we, humans and animals of the future have created. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE is the beginning of everything. it starts one's generation on earth, and is also the ending of that generation. for example, a mother gave birth to a new life, while a life was taken away from one. but, is it that simple to explain. absolutely &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started off being innocent little angels, then growing up with the devil's tail starting to show from our behind. soon, we grew the versatile faces that each and everybody has. there faces reflect our true nature. is it to curry favour? is it of the backstabber's nature? but those are only one side. will one ever see one's true intentions? we never know. for all we find, we can at most see 3/4 of a person's true nature. for behind each and every mask, lies a deeper meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what is life? the never ending, and unsolved question of everything. when jun hong first asked me this question, i was truly stumped. never in my life had a pondered on such a simple question for such a long time. doesn't this question stump you? even for a second? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no right or wrong in the explanation of life. one can live one's life to the fullest and look back to see everything. after that peak in your life, everything else will begin to fade. then, you'll never know who really is whom. what was the difference of this and that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking in riddles does not clear the matter either. i am just speaking of what i know and what i have tried, like many others, configured. this is clearly just a portion of what the most intelligent man knows. but does the most intelligent man know the answer too? of course not. the meaning of life is just a riddle. that single riddle that stopped the great thinker (who ever he is) from thinking about any other question anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107804118018058007?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107804118018058007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107804118018058007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107804118018058007' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107795435684999946</id><published>2004-02-28T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T15:48:49.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What are we here to achieve?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see me as me? or do you see me as a component in your life? what IS the meaning of life? do we have to live for an aim? is this what we try to suceed? did we fail in our previous lives? and we are reborn to correct mistakes and to try again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are these questions in my head? one wants to find out but one never will. Why? because the point of living depends on you. it is harder to carry on living than to just die. do you agree? dying is just one of the many paths you can take along this difficult road you chance upon. but does dying help you? does dying make you feel any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have so many paths on this long journey that does not seem to have an end. but once you near death, you can feel death, and before you know it, you have reached your target. is that how all humans are supposed to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Hong gave me this question: if you see life as a whole, what are humans living for? what are humans here on earth for? What are they here to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must there be this never ending riddle that everybody faces in life? must we answer it? as everybody knows, you can always turn away, but do we &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; turn away? for as much as you know, the entire universe is filled with unexplained questions, no matter how long you live on this earth. you are just one of the many that are here to waste your entire life span with out no rules or consequence. is that what you want? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, you must ask yourself, why are you doing it? look before you leap, they always say, but is that how one should forever react? these unanswered questions are what hold back the entire human race. do you think animals think like we do? why do you think they live so carefree? not a worry in the sky, as they used to say. the world is changing, so what &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; the meaning of life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the question, humans are here to live, without them there is no use to live and there will be nothing on this earth.we work for ourselves. we work for what we want to achieve, we have nothing to prove to anybody except to yourself. to live with no aim is to not live at all. then, we might as well all be dead. who wants to live without an aim? to wander around aimlessly, to take in everything and do nothing, to learn nothing, to see nothing behind that silver facade. we were created from nothing, from the ashes of the phoenix, the rise from the grave and to undo wrong and further recreate the past and present, to twist the future and to do nothing. is that what we were made for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we came to life with nothing. just a wee tot out of his mother's womb. we are innocent we no inkling of death and the many misdeeds we are going to do. that is how we carry on. we change to suit the enviroment. we set out not knowing what to do, but later on, we begin to realise our aims, and this is why we are living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the aim in my life is to become what i want to be. what is it? should one know so early? knowing early and knowing to much of a good thing is not good. we do not know what will happen and we live to find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are to live life as one and not as a component of another. we cannot split up our life. we either have it in as one or none of it all. components can be anything, from your family to your work, if you have it,than good for you. maybe you'll hold on to it until you cannot anymore, then maybe you'll add and takeaway parts of your life and make it a whole new life to start over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right from the beginning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107795435684999946?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107795435684999946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107795435684999946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107795435684999946' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107794652282980294</id><published>2004-02-28T13:22:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T16:47:36.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://www.freewebs.com/emrys/felton/felton02.jpg height=250 width=150 align=left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG AND COOL. this is the greatest tom felton picture i have ever seen. it was poster! i really want this want. really badly. totally freaked when i saw it. can you see his eyes and the sinister look playing on his lips? even though he isn't moving, you can tell it so easily. he will win an Oscar if her carries on. or at least at BAFTA. that's how good an actor can become at 17. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, there will be more movies featuring him hitting the screens, then you'll know what i mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't see the picture? the computer is screwed. http://www.freewebs.com/emrys/felton/felton02.jpg . this is the picture. it is a &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107794652282980294?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107794652282980294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107794652282980294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107794652282980294' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107794420219109429</id><published>2004-02-28T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T13:15:43.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gareth Gates, Too serious too soon.&lt;br /&gt;Agenda of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Theatre&lt;br /&gt;Victoria&lt;br /&gt;O Levels&lt;br /&gt;Science&lt;br /&gt;RI boys (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEATRE&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's theatre was dastardly. i missed joyce's hand again! how bad can it get? at least tang didn't yell at that, but he did say: LOUDER. i think i'm alright, but cat knows i'm soft. so i must say louder. haha. she says my falling is good. i'm not sure, i will see it anyway in the end. i think its alright.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce rocks!tang said she did a damn good job last year with props on the wings. and that is so cool. everybody was clapping. and shes gonna do it this year too. shes tweedledum, i'm tweedledee. sorry if her arms are covered with bruises, guess i don't know my own strength.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICTORIA&lt;br /&gt;my senior in theatre has water in her lungs. i feel really shocked. my good senior said that she is very accident prone. i'm not sure about that. tang says that she always falls sick when it comes closer to the day of opening. and that is somehow quite true. last year, she broke her ankle or something and couldn't act. last thursday, my senior said she was coughing like mad. then on friday, she missed cca and probably school too. then after tuesday's rehearsal, she went straight home after her scene. and she didn't come yesterday. joyce said she had water in her lungs. mum said that she might be in hospital. i feel terribly sad. i hope she doesn't get pneumonia. urgh..it can cause death you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&gt;LEVELS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR SCHOOL MIGHT DO BETTER THAN RGS.YES!!!! we have 11 A1s in school! we have loads of tenners and niners and eighters! we are very damn glad! we rock! even if we have less eleveners than rgs, we might still do better than them cuz we might have more eighters to tenners right? my friend said that her whole family has the daughters and sons in RI and RGS and they all do very well. i said to her," you have nothing to prove to anybody except to yourself." she agrees. i agree too but sometimes i don't think i'm doing what i'm saying. our school rocks like mad. we might not be that well atheletic-ly, but we do well in our academics and our arts. we always win a ton of gold awards every year and last year, we got a plaque for our arts achievements! it's what we always wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCIENCE&lt;br /&gt;we had out science test yesterday. what i was studying for, most of them did not come out as much as i thought it would. we did on the body's male and female's sexual reproductory system. some of the pictures are gross and sick but most are fantastic and cool! they showed the fusion of the nuclei of the egg and sperm and i thought that was the best picture. you might be saying that i'm sick but i'm not. it's our body we're studying here. we learnt FSH and LH this year, instead of sec 4. my friend's brother learnt it only just and he's in sec 4, RI! so funny. he also watched the silent scream. &lt;br /&gt;DO NOT GO FOR ABORTION! it is sick, the way they take out the baby. the baby's head is crushed and all kinds of things happen to them that you do not want to know until probably the end of the year. i hope you will understand how i feel. it is disgustingly gross and is a very inhumane act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RI&gt;BOYS&gt;(2)&lt;br /&gt;i know it is weird to talk about ri boys again but it is a serious matter. i always thought of them as good people who are uber curteous but i am wrong. i was in the bus this morning and this whole bunch was making a ruckus just behind me. they seemed to be more like neighbourhood hooligans than gentlemen. i will keep track of the stereotypes. like bingxi. and i still find RI boys a blur. a very loud one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the tom felton you guys know. soon, you'll see the coolest guy yet on screens, coming your way in june. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://univers-hp.chez.tiscali.fr/top45.jpg height=200 width=150 &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107794420219109429?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107794420219109429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107794420219109429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107794420219109429' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107779035830530991</id><published>2004-02-26T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T18:15:28.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is today's agenda:&lt;br /&gt;RI boys&lt;br /&gt;Doughnuts&lt;br /&gt;Toilet Hygiene&lt;br /&gt;Turtles/Tortioses&lt;br /&gt;Theatre-daighphram working&lt;br /&gt;Money Packets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RI&gt;BOYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do all raffles institution boys look lost? i was in the bus coming home and there was a rafflesian in there and she asked a HCJC girl for directions.when he got off at the Tangs' bus stop, he stopped, looked around and crossed the road. there was another boy outside the orchard mrt station looking just as lost. at 3 15, orchard is close to empty and that &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; saying something. next, there was another group, &lt;strong&gt;one whole group&lt;/strong&gt; of them standing around. i guess they were waiting for some other people but they really did look lost. do all of 'em look like that? get a life... eugene always looks lost, justin looks lost sometimes, jun hong, i dunno and jonathan too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUGHNUTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have realised that i always eat at least one doughnut on mondays and wednesdays. i go to the 3rd lang centre and get a 45 cent doughnut, covered with sugar and bring it up to class. during the 15 minute interval, i'll munch on it and read my book or do my unfinished homework. this is not good. i should not be eating doughnuts when i'm trying to lose weight. my hips are too big for my body, it makes me look like two blocks stuck together,the bigger one below. it is not nice. and i only lost 80 calories and that was &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; days ago. i have put on weight. doughnuts aer delicious and my friend says she never eats doughnuts because of the sugar sprinkled on it. i hope my mum knows that i'm not snacking on unhealthy food products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOILET&gt;HYGIENE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister is a moron. she should know that she should put a new roll of loo paper if she's finished one. my brother was yelling his head off yesterday night. i think i heard a cat miaow in the background. the hygiene in the 3rd level is uncontrollable. it stinks like hell in there when you go and change for PE. i hate it, so i go to the science block's one. it is nasty to see other people's poo in the bowl, unflushed. or worse...you know what i mean, girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TURTLES&gt;TORTOISES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtles are naturally cute. my mum bought some wax for my sister's boat and got a free turtle float. is it as big as jared or so, or maybe my brother curled up and me piled on top of him. it is that big. my sister has no sense of imagination at all. at the bottom of the blowm up float are two words: TURTLE WAX. so my sister said she would call it Wax. i said it was stupid and stupid it is. i was going to call it Trevor. i name practically all my stuffed toys. i have Lulu the brown ballerina bear which i got when i was three. snowy and chocolate which was given to me by my god-pa. i have a spotted fish which i got when i was a few months old. called it fishy. haha, so did my brother. i have a dozen more which i shall not tell you in fear of you laughing at me and me not being able to finish my homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEATRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there was no theatre at all. catherine says she loves my scene except i must speak even louder and with more expression. i was yelling at michelle and heather during recess. i actually used my daighpram. got my voice resounding along the corridor and the classroom for a while. catherine was beside me, she got the full blast. she said it was fantastic. you must overact, she says to me, better than not acting. she should not quote from tang. it is unhealthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY&gt;PACKETS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum came up to me and showed me some packets. she said she wasn't sure what it was for. maybe it was for funerals. she did not there give it to me in fear i gave it to someone and it &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; turn out to be funeral packets. i will try though, to find out. they are all biege in colour, with very beautiful designs on them. i will never use it. i will keep them forever. they have designs of flowers on them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GARETH&gt;GATES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hooked on gareth gates, say it isn't so. i like it alot alot alot... therefore, if i have the money, i'll probably go and get his albums or something, but that is really if i want to use my 200 dollar gift certificate or if the Guilty Double Platinum CD is not out by Blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.ggates.co.uk/dynamic/downloads/17_siis_banner_long.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107779035830530991?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107779035830530991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107779035830530991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107779035830530991' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107771771238918822</id><published>2004-02-25T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T22:04:41.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am racist. towards most malays and indians. and i have found that i'm not the only one like that. i have friends who have faced worst cases than me before. i wrote on my butterfly stick-pad to be pasted outside my classroom door on total defence day celebration and put there: i will not be racist. just five simple words got my friends asking why i put it there. cuz i know i am and i'm trying not to. my friends would go: can't believe you're racist. i say: are you not? they say: i am, mostly to indians and malays. my dad is also racist, that's what my mum told me. and sometimes, to be honest, so is everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO THEATRE TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for which i am partly glad so i can stay at home and do my homework and rest in peace. i am thinking of slacking on the stationary bike that mum got from my grandma's place, she doesn't use it anymore. so we get it. it is by our car and outside on the porch. so you can watch tv and bike. i will try watching legend of the condor heroes and gensomaden saiyuki while biking 3 km. or read fermat's last thoerem while i bike 2.9 km. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see blood everyday. i peel my fingers and i have a wart. mum says i have so many cuz imy body system is weak. i am not getting enough rest and water. all i'm doing is eating caramel sweets which does not help me at all. i just gain a whole lotta weight which is not supposed to be the case when i'm trying to lose flab from my body.  i see blood. blood brothers. in other words, my di(s) and gor(s) and jie(s) and mei(s). i just got a new di which is older than me by about two months. i hate being a jie. it is not easy being a jie. i must help other people. but another di has been helping me control my anger, which i must or else i think i might explode. one day i might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was torture. i had a ton of homework and did not finish it till in school. then my japanese compo is still half finished on my table. i have only written where i go and how i go to my jap classes. it is not good. this is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am unfeelingly writing this which i don't think is good. i hope i will improve.&lt;br /&gt;even though he doesn't want me to credit him, jun hong has become my best friend for a period of time since i've started venting my anger online in my msn groups. sorry, di. used to be justin and his high EQ to help me with my temper and immature state of mind. this time will be jun hong who will talk with me about the meaning of life and how dastardly things can happen within it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107771771238918822?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107771771238918822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107771771238918822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107771771238918822' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107763413861691083</id><published>2004-02-24T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T22:51:45.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have found somebody to talk to after so many days of searching. it is the one and only loh jun hong. yay! so happy. why? cuz yuner and justin are not online and i don't bother to talk to them because only jun hong ever bothers to talk to me when it comes to Alice? and for that i am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to (head): Say it isn't so Gareth Gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perks: mother has announced that i may invite a few friends over on my birthday for a barbecue. as usual the first thing i think of is 6I. all i have been hearing over these few days is that we shouldn't dwell on the past but i'm not. i just love having them and knowing that they're still alive and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out to a lovely ramen place on sunday night to have a delicious ramen soup thingy for dinner. it was fantastic and i would have offered to pay if it wasn't 60 dollars. the waitress serving us was from JC and she actaully remembered my mum which is pretty amazing cuz mother went there more than 4 weeks ago or so.i saw some lovely bags that i wanted to buy but i didn't cuz firstly, bags are expensive and secondly, my bag can still last me till june, &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; i'll bug mother to get me a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when in Tiong Bahru Plaza having my lovely dinner, i went into U2 too to look at some shirts and while passing by another shop i heard blue playing over the speakers: U make me wanna. it's one of thier best songs i have heard on thier one love cd and it's just brill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am hoping that i will change my funny fashion sense and become more elegant if possibly. tang says so and so does everybody else. so i will try. brother is acting gay and homosexual. i think his presentation has made wacko, especially when it is on homosexuality.  anyway, i have seen some frech connection stuff and they look cool. i also have an oversized burberry jacket thingy which is mauve or something like that in colour. it is very nice and it looks like it can fit my brother pretty snugly round the middle. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i don't fail my japanese test. i cannot tell the difference between te form and na form and the plain form and has currently given up on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick: being sick can give you excuses except that i couldn't be sick till monday of something tis a pity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumbletotting is fun. not because of tang but more of the click clack or the 4 inch high boots which is pretty fascinating. good for me. and what is more, tang has not broken up with his girlfriend but is still going steady i think. how can anybody actaully like a 'man' that is so versatile that he can change sex and blend right into the society just like 'snap'? he can act sensual which some girls are already finding difficult to do. what else can he not do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have found out that sec 4's are going downtown for ettiquette lessons for lifeskills camp. they have to wear dresses. ugh. mother has said that i will wear skirts when i go watch performances in the esplanade. i will try. i have one already. next, we must get shoes, which of course i do NOT have. once again, i will try. must be nice sport shoes or a nice pair of heels. either 4-6 inches or so. i am currently fighting in 4 inch heels and am not falling down whatsoever and so i do not care. just as long as i don't trip and fall flat on my face, especially during a preformance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother is nagging for me to sleep. i feel tired too. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have found christine of 2/13 (or so i think) irritating, a stupid moron, pimply all over and overall disgusting. " wow! my coach actaully signed a baseball and gave it to me!" she hugged mandy. mandy was telling me to chill. i will learn to chill. i will stuff myself into a freezer and become an icicle/ popsicle. anybody game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSES&lt;br /&gt;i was sick and was going to use it as an excuse for not doing my homework. afterall, i either caught the bug from my mortal or bettina. and i was sick and snot was always green the end. so there it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am supposed to hand in my japanese compo tomorrow but due to unforseen circumstances, i may not hand it in tomorrow but on monday. or so i hope. i will do it during the psgl meeting, the morning and maybe before and during japanese class. i just hope that sensei will not call me up when i am not paying attention, that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psgl session suck. i cannot do anything in there, and it is getting boring.sometimes i hope i can become a councillor and then again maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point to ponder: Anybody here to throw down a rope and save me from this bottomless pit? is this a sarcastic comment or just very dry humour, british style?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107763413861691083?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107763413861691083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107763413861691083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107763413861691083' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107742220151724389</id><published>2004-02-22T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T11:59:25.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Glinting in the sun,the silver knife jutting out with crimson red drops falling in a steady stream. is this what one really wants?&lt;br /&gt;i have been backstabbed so many times that i don't care anymore. it's part of my life. i can piss everybody off and still not fell any better.&lt;br /&gt;The perk of yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;i went for Ballet de Nationale Espana. it was put up by a spanish troupe and the dance is great. the dance girls had to go. chen lili made them go. tang was acting like a moron holding peiqi's retro bag and looking totally gay, which is kinda funny. heather and michelle were there, they said that my shirt was very nice, and for that i am happy, why? somebody actually like a part of me some where, and some day, and that day was yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;then i went for my guma's daughter's wedding, aunty angie now, not jie anymore. she is very pretty and the whole thing was great. even though i missed close to 7/8 of the whole wedding and i only got to eat mango pudding, but i'm still happy cuz manga pudding is one of my favourite desserts. there were balloons everywhere and for once, i thought the pink ones were nicer than the white ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balloons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orange and black and blue and yellow,&lt;br /&gt;are you the ones that are feeling mellow?&lt;br /&gt;for deep inside of me i see,&lt;br /&gt;the treachery and the disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the balloons fly high in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;but underneath them came a cry,&lt;br /&gt;for they mine and mine alone,&lt;br /&gt;not to touch and not to see,&lt;br /&gt;for they are mine and mine alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they rise higher and higher,&lt;br /&gt;till no more to see,&lt;br /&gt;as the sun pops them&lt;br /&gt;and brings them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one by one i smile at them,&lt;br /&gt;all deflated and all gone,&lt;br /&gt;gone are the fondness of all of it,&lt;br /&gt;as only treachery and disbelief&lt;br /&gt;is let out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they used to help me in times of need,&lt;br /&gt;and never seeming to doubt them at all,&lt;br /&gt;but true colours shine and i'm appalled,&lt;br /&gt;they are all black and none of them true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for they are mine and mine alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;To lose it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once gone and never back &lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard one tries to hack&lt;br /&gt;one yells and screams but is never heard&lt;br /&gt;so one has to listen and only just learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how i feel about my friends, now, i'm not sure at all. these two poems are what i really feel. why balloons? because balloons are there for just a short while before they disappear and that's how i feel about my friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107742220151724389?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107742220151724389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107742220151724389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107742220151724389' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107735311002275585</id><published>2004-02-21T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T16:47:52.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shimin said my message was hurtful or something like that. so i have decided to liven things up. anybody up to use swear words? so here is the re-corrected message: &lt;br /&gt;i am pissed with people for backstabbing me&lt;br /&gt;i am pissed with people who hm.... take credit for my work&lt;br /&gt;i am pissed with people who say things which are hurtful&lt;br /&gt;i am pissed with people who take advantage of me&lt;br /&gt;i am pissed because nobody takes notice of what i have tried to do&lt;br /&gt;i am pissed with seeing a glinting silver edged knife with my blood on it sticking out from the back of me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;there. i have also found out that venting anger on the keyboard is one of the best ways. just slam slam slam and hit hit hit. this whole frustration thing actually is taking  a toll on me. and you know how people get like white hair and stress zits when they are tired and stressed and frustrated? i get stress eczema and flu. my arm gets red dots and i'm acutally sick now. and i've got like 5 dotty thingys on me right hand. oh yeah...that's right, who wants to know about a boring girl who doesn't do anything but feel stressed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this and the previous post was taken from the msn groups. you have no idea who you're messing with nowadays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107735311002275585?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107735311002275585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107735311002275585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107735311002275585' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107733613741188033</id><published>2004-02-21T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T12:05:00.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you think yours is bad you have no idea how i feel like.justin should know.i was lectured about not being co-operative and nasty and all.and they say i'm sarcastic when i'm not.if you see me now, i think you'll know that i'm a tad more happy in school, not class cuz i have great friends which i really love in theatre.if not, i was really thinking of transferring all the way over to nan hua or something. if one is so perky like cas, one's bound to get through but not everyone is like that right? &lt;br /&gt;then guess what.yesterday was the geography presentation. heather and michelle come round and say, hey, it's taking too long, let's leave it for now, no more prizes left leh... and i just carry on why?cuz i know i'm out there to please the crowd and not them. got me damn friggin mad when the mark sheet is giving back to us and we get only 16/25. they say:oi, yi-ming, just because you used this qeustion, she took off our marks. all i can think of is this: who did the presentation?who was the one who compiled all the questions into 84 slides?who was the one who did the animation?who was the one tried to figure out everything? but noooo, they put it in the way of hidden meanings:you did the slides, did you check? you were the one who compiled the questoins, are you sure you got them all correct? &lt;br /&gt;and no it was not me who found the question, it was another girl, did they blame her? noooo, it was me, all MY fault. they give out prizes, who was the one who did 65percent of the work? i thought everybody did a fair share, then i just remembered, i volunteered for the hardest job as usual and what do i get? cutting remarks. so is this what i'm supposed to be getting then? &lt;br /&gt;one girl comes round and say, it's all over, it was everybody's fault. have you ever heard of me getting pity?no. so why should i start deserving it now huh? why now?? &lt;br /&gt;i have nasty little people who pull me down, pull everything down, my grades and my friendship. now i think, it's already preparing to sink and i should be preparing to jump off, but no, i'm there to scotch tape the whole damn bloody shit ass back. why? i treasure friendship, does anybody else do?&lt;br /&gt;i have backstabbers as my friends, not just friends but great friends who have known me for yeeeears. backstabbing jackasses who like me playing the clown. to deserve punishment and get no respect. is that what everybody wants?&lt;br /&gt;then i realise, all the people i hated are the ones who help me now, those who are my friends do not care. fair weathered friends indeed. &lt;br /&gt;so is this why i'm treated so differently? because i don't want pity or backstabbers when i already have them? and guess what, i feel like i can see a metallic sharp looking thing sticking out from my heart with blood glinting on it, and guess what it writes: friends.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107733613741188033?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107733613741188033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107733613741188033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107733613741188033' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107718464255341526</id><published>2004-02-19T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T18:00:03.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to: So yesterday by Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry cas, but tickets are sold out...but if you still wanna come then still go and pay half price tickets to sit on the floor...is that okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO&gt;YOU&gt;THINK?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think a guy would say this to his mother for your sake: Well mum, you've just made a big f***ing mistake by saying this to my girlfriend. or maybe : i don't care what the f*** you think but i'm gonna marry her. &lt;br /&gt;then mum probably disowns son. and then you get married with this guy. do you think that maybe that would happen to you?would he love you enough to do that, in front of his &lt;strong&gt;mother?&lt;/strong&gt; for pete's sake...i don't think it'll ever happen to anybody i actually know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM&gt;FELTON&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided that i'm not a one-timer fan.as i've said in other posts, i don't like 'em cuz everybody else does... then, there's no fun in it is there? I have also just found out that there are quite a few quaint friends of mine that also like him. and they swoon and say: oh man,he is like soooo cute and gorgeous! and i'm go :blergh...or Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;the reason is simple. they like him cuz he's gonna act soon in June and that he is getting better looking as the movies go by. they didn't like him in the first one, nor the second one though some heads &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; turn and now the third movie where his hair is *flop* and they say it makes him look really &lt;strong&gt;cuuuuuute&lt;/strong&gt;. i can get nasty on this.don't take it wrong though.  &lt;br /&gt;By the way, Harry Potter and the Prizoner of Azkaban is coming out this year in June. i hop mum bring's me there on my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also found out that i like a whole lot of anime. just as long as the drawings are cool and i actually understand the story line. firstly, i hated Ranme nibun no ichi (ranma 1/2) because the story was totally whacked. &lt;br /&gt;Then there's legend of the condor heroes. the story is super duper wet and romantic. but the story line is kinda okay except for Dragon Girl leaving Yan Guo practically every other episode. O_o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenshin's picture seems kinda funny in my blog. there was supposed to be a ball. then a realised it was because my background is white too.erps...i am so terribly blur and kinda stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107718464255341526?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107718464255341526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107718464255341526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107718464255341526' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443365.post-107710029695363160</id><published>2004-02-18T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T18:34:16.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to: Come Clean by Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&gt;THEY&gt;MEAN&gt;TO&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people pop in and tell me all kinds of crap on my tag-board..should have listened to the warnings in one's head and people. why do people hurt you in the most unreasonable way? and not just one but many. through all the many means. &lt;br /&gt;one:shit ass comes round as says i'm bragging while all i'm saying is sorry.gawd...how infuriating can one get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two:girl walks by sluttily and says,"shhhh!shut &lt;em&gt;up&lt;/em&gt;" and i go "piss off..." if we were both standing still for at least another 10 seconds and wait for her to utter another round, i'll be swearing all the way up to drama class. tang will not know of course. people around me will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not of hurting one's feeling's but making me feel pissed and angry and me thinking you as an impertinent brat, spoilt and unseen. you will pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW&gt;DO&gt;YOU&gt;FEEL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you see yourself as you?do you see as one that actually works and thinks and not another guinea pig mannaquin that doesn't do anything in actual sense? &lt;br /&gt;as for one: one can change in personality,one can change in anyway she wants but do you think of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resort to thinking of yourself and not others? is that what YOU want?one day you'll get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;spark that little notch off and think on your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill Buddha when you meet him,Kill your father as you see him,Take everything and leave nothing.Do not forget who taught you these and abandon all constraints. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443365-107710029695363160?l=daisukiaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107710029695363160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443365/posts/default/107710029695363160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisukiaki.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107710029695363160' title=''/><author><name>ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
