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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-116253956415772913</id><published>2006-11-03T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T15:39:24.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so fucking screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-116253956415772913?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116253956415772913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=116253956415772913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/116253956415772913'/><link 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tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been having bad thoughts here and there these few days especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm heading for the breakdown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-116179823146505181?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116179823146505181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=116179823146505181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/116179823146505181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/116179823146505181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/stressing-and-tonight-is-officiall.html' title=''/><author><name>rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566197824866498948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-116014147771727587</id><published>2006-10-06T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T21:31:17.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THAT'S ONE LUCKY BASTARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;=[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-116014147771727587?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116014147771727587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=116014147771727587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/116014147771727587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/116014147771727587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/thats-one-lucky-bastard.html' title=''/><author><name>rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566197824866498948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-115779459862724985</id><published>2006-09-09T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T17:36:38.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>milk and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new brazillians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i wish i could have stayed longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-115779459862724985?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115779459862724985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=115779459862724985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115779459862724985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115779459862724985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/milk-and-cookies.html' title=''/><author><name>rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566197824866498948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-115773054132773326</id><published>2006-09-08T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:49:01.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinnamint overdose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-115773054132773326?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115773054132773326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You watch the season pull up its own stakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And catch the last weekend of the last week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before the gold and the glamour have been replaced,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another sun soaked season fades away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Invitation only grant farewells&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crush the best one, of the best ones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And from the bar room floor we are a celebration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One good stretch before our hibernation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our dreams assured and we are, we'll sleep well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have stolen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watch you spin around in the highest heels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the best one, of the best ones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all look like we feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have stolen my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566197824866498948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-115514529077769065</id><published>2006-08-10T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:41:30.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Step one you say we need to talk&lt;br /&gt;He walks you say sit down it's just a talk&lt;br /&gt;He smiles politely back at you&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;br /&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him know that you know best&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all you do know best&lt;br /&gt;Try to slip past his defense&lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;The things you've told him all along&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he begins to raise his voice&lt;br /&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice&lt;br /&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;br /&gt;Or break with the ones you've followed&lt;br /&gt;He will do one of two things&lt;br /&gt;He will admit to everything&lt;br /&gt;Or he'll say he's just not the same&lt;br /&gt;And you'll begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i want to love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-115514529077769065?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115514529077769065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=115514529077769065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-115340532421366119?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115340532421366119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=115340532421366119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115340532421366119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115340532421366119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/binging-on-chocolate-kisses.html' title='binging on chocolate kisses'/><author><name>rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566197824866498948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-115181954446892794</id><published>2006-07-02T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:56:05.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>england portugal, france brazil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/1600/3626552528.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/3626552528.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/1600/1851933622.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/1851933622.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/2311046149.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it won't be a battle between traditional rivals england and france...but it's all quite expected...=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 120 minutes of play and a nerve wrecking penalty shootout...england can go pack their bags and say goodbye to the 2006 world cup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;afterall...as i said...english soccer is overrated...the match was mostly quite boring...england couldnt capitalise on their chances at all...lampard still carrying that bad luck from all his previous showings...even his penalty got saved by ricardo...haha...but i guess he could &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/1600/3626552528.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;salvage some reputation since steven gerrard's also didn't hit the back of the net...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyhow...portugal was the luckier and better side yesterday....but i think france will beat them flat...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;meanwhile...rooney can go and eat some humble pie and learn to be a real sportsman...he bloody deserved that red card...no question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and here's england's biggest blunder of all time. Peter Crouch. let me ask anyone, what exactly did he contribute to the england team for the whole of the second half after rooney was sent off? well...absolutely nothing. apart from many very clumsy dribbling and tackling, as well as totally bad handling of the ball...and running around the pitch like a mad moose on the loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Wells, on the contrary...the brazil france showdown was full of life and excitement =] here's the man who played absolutely spectacular football for the whole 90 minutes...Zinedine Zidance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;he's the french key to winning this world cup...i'm getting abit apprehensive on giving so much support to germany after watching him play yesterday and how the french did to beat brazil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/1977108706.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/2151294093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;zidane is truly a talent...no doubt about that...everytime he het's the ball, pure talent the way he manipulates the ball...i think he should be the man of the match...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/2992707936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;wells...here's the player that i didnt like very much all along...i thought his goal in '98 was just a fluke...and france didnt really deserve to win the world cup...but after seeing henry's showing yesterday...together with zidane finding a new brilliant form...it would be deserving if they won...even with the shaky start to their group matches...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;basically...france won yesterday because brazil had no luck...and they played spectacular football.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now i'll have to watch germany fight it off with italy. i think germany should be able to win. and judging on the good showing of any side in that match...i'll come up with my own predictions for the finals...hoho...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-115181954446892794?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115181954446892794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=115181954446892794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115181954446892794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115181954446892794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/england-portugal-france-brazil.html' title='england portugal, france brazil'/><author><name>rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566197824866498948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-115173010585283150</id><published>2006-07-01T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T13:01:45.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/1600/world-cup2006-logo.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/world-cup2006-logo.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany 2006...fifa world cup...the beautiful game...bloody channel 5 only covered the first match apart from the semis and finals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/1600/Germany_shirt_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/Germany_shirt_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and here stands one of the greatest teams of all time...history in the making...i believe the germans can go to the end...the way they ousted ecuador was just phenomenal...all the best to the germans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/2318961208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/2056687422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/1493542119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;michael ballack...captain of the german team...he just rocks lah...haha...and miroslav klose...5 goals in 5 matches...current top scorer ahead of hernan crespo and ronaldo...i hope he maintains that lead and keeps scoring for germany...wells...new star of the team is lukas podolski...this guy can score too man...3 goals in 5 matches...hope there's much more to come =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/1600/3231365207.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/3231365207.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wells...in the last world cup...this was my all time favourite goalie oliver kahn...when he was replaced by jens lehmann i was quite ticked...but as the match progressed i thought that lehmann did quite a good job...and after the 2 penalties he saved against argentina...i think it's pretty clear why klinsmann made the switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/1600/769395418.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/769395418.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/2409669141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/4005747636.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;wells...what would soccer be without the babes? haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-115173010585283150?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115173010585283150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=115173010585283150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115173010585283150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115173010585283150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/germany-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566197824866498948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-115172838958254640</id><published>2006-07-01T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:33:09.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blocks and footie fever</title><content type='html'>blocks just ended...math was the worst paper by far...only revised the night before...at least i had more time with my history paper...and econs was most worthy noted with 4 days of preps...haha...i ought to buck up if not i dont see myself being very happy in march next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells...went to queensway with mel and maurice after math...that was after we celebrated abish's birthday...walked the whole of queensway...in search for world cup goodies...i saw a friggin nice shirt...a führer shirt...german football...geez...it's 99 bucks from the limited edition shop...&lt;strong&gt;i am gonna get it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we cabbed to town...well...ps...mel had to go and find stuffs in spotlight....we had carls jr. and that's what i call &lt;strong&gt;real burgers...&lt;/strong&gt;haha yeah...so after that just roamed spotlight and other gift shops....spotted a football in german colours...i should have gotten that...=//...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow...ben &amp; jerry's after that at cathay...and a look around the adidas concept store...absolutely beautiful...hoho...mel wanted to get a purse but turns out all their stocks had some small defect that was too obvious for our liking...haha...yeah...fussy or whatever u call it...after that we walked to national library...mel had to leave soon after...and maurice and i had some cheap thrill sitting the elevator fromthe 14th storey right down to the 1st...great view from the elevator...haha...and after that we just sat there reading about stuffs till they closed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suntec the next stopover...wanted to go to that weapon shop...but it was closed by then...so ended up in toys r us...had to leave soon cause my mum was calling me....anyhow...i seriously think singapore shopping malls should close later...there's hardly any life after 9pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells...soccer fever throughout the whole of june hols...didnt do much...missed last night's match...argentina vs germany...germany won 4-2 on penalties after drawing 1-1 even after extra time...miroslav klose is a brilliant, talented genius =D...certainly hope the germans will keep up their form and play some lethal football against the italians in the semis...the italians proved their worth beating the ukrainians 3-0 man...wells...tonight's brazil france and england portugal matches...there's quite a high probability the french may upset the brazilians...i have nothing much to say about the england match...haha...as always...i try to get it through that english football is just totally overrated...end of story...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells...i better try to get some work done...i feel awfully sorry for my math teacher...she has to see the brutal massacre i faced attempting to salvage some points off my math paper...anyhow...deutschland all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/1500497695.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-115172838958254640?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115172838958254640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=115172838958254640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115172838958254640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115172838958254640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/blocks-and-footie-fever.html' title='blocks and footie fever'/><author><name>rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566197824866498948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-115108526500596086</id><published>2006-06-24T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:54:25.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sometimes i feel, like i am drunk behind the wheel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-115108526500596086?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115108526500596086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=115108526500596086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115108526500596086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115108526500596086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/sometimes-i-feel-like-i-am-drunk.html' title=''/><author><name>rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566197824866498948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-115096953911088827</id><published>2006-06-22T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:45:39.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is there anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boston - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Augustana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the light of the sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is there anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh it has begun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh dear, you look so lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your eyes are red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The tears are shed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This world you must've crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't know me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you don't even care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't know me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you don't wear my chains, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Essential yet appealed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You carry all your thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Across an open field,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where flowers gaze at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;They're not the only ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who cry when they see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't know me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you don't even care, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well you said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't know me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you don't wear my chains, oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She said I think I'll go to Boston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'll start a new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'll start it over, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;where no one knows my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll get out of California, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired of the weather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'll get a lover and fly 'em out to Spain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'll go to Boston. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that I'm just tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I need a new town, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;to leave this all behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I need a sunrise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired of Sunset,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hear it's nice in the summer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;some snow would be nice, oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't know me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you don't even care, oh yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boston, where no one knows my name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where no one knows my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where no one knows my name, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boston, where no one knows my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-115096953911088827?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115096953911088827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok...i'm blogging too much these days...but i feel terrible...in serious shit...oh fuck...and at the height of it tonight...ok...i feel pretty fucked up...pretty much so...fuck....it's partially me...i feel messed up...and also the feeling of helplessness...when you see someone in so much pain but you can do nothing to make them feel better...feel like a useless piece of crap and most of the time i dont' know the right things to say or anything better to say to them...so at the end of the conversation...i guess it comes down to square one...or even worse than before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;fuck i feel like shit...seriously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call you up in the middle of the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a firefly without a light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were there like a blowtorch burning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was a key that could use a little turning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So tired that I couldn't even sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many secrets I couldn't keep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promised myself I wouldn't weep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ne more promise I couldn't keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems no one can help me now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in too deep; there's no way out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time I have really led myself astray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Runaway train, never going back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wrong way on a one-way track&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems like I should be getting somewhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow I'm neither here nor there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you help me remember how to smile?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make it somehow all seem worthwhile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How on earth did I get so jaded?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's mystery seems so faded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can go where no one else can go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know what no one else knows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am just a-drownin' in the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a ticket for a runaway train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything seems cut and dried,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day and night, earth and sky,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow I just don't believe it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Runaway train, never going back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wrong way on a one-way track&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems like I should be getting somewhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow I'm neither here nor there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bought a ticket for a runaway train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a madman laughing at the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little out of touch, a little insane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just easier than dealing with the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Runaway train, never going back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wrong way on a one-way track&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems like I should be getting somewhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow I'm neither here nor there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Runaway train, never coming back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Runaway train, tearing up the track&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Runaway train, burning in my veins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I run away but it always seems the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-115063542763601320?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115063542763601320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=115063542763601320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115063542763601320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115063542763601320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566197824866498948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-115063225558653641</id><published>2006-06-18T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T20:04:15.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out.com fashion</title><content type='html'>got these pics from &lt;a href="http://www.out.com"&gt;www.out.com&lt;/a&gt; (stumbled upon this site when i found out Luther Vandross passed away in 2005)&lt;br /&gt;site's pretty cool. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/1600/20060505_Narciso4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/20060505_Narciso4.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/1600/20060613_Sonia2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/20060613_Sonia2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think these 2 outfits are bloody cool. someone could wear them to prom man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bottom left&lt;/span&gt; reminds me of Seth Cohen...i think it's the vest thingy...cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bottom centre&lt;/span&gt; is just...casual stylish...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bottom right&lt;/span&gt; smart casual is pretty nice i found...i think i just have a thing for black and white stuffs...geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/1600/20060526_Pringle2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/20060526_Pringle2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/1600/20060516_Perry.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/20060516_Perry.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/1600/20060606_Ralph1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" height="344" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/20060606_Ralph1.1.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;wells...was talking to bertha just now...pretty crapped up stuff bout life and why and how we live (or at least try to)...in this society...i feel quite lost actually...and i think more than often my mind just refuses to acknowledge it...it's like a feeling stuck at the back of my mind...and i feel pretty messed up myself...thinking how i used to want to be a psychologist...i dont even understand myself...how am i like even gonna try to prod into the realms of the human mind...and understand why we feel the way we do and respond the way we do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;basically i feel like dope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-115063225558653641?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115063225558653641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=115063225558653641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115063225558653641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115063225558653641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/outcom-fashion.html' title='out.com fashion'/><author><name>rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566197824866498948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-115046800136275859</id><published>2006-06-16T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:33:53.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my, oh my.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i can't seem to focus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i feel pretty screwed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;one week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;3 untouched subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh shit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;i feel weird talking to you.i'm scaredto talk to you.i fear what you might ask of me.too much you may ask.too little i can afford to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-115046800136275859?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115046800136275859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=115046800136275859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115046800136275859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115046800136275859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-my-oh-my.html' title='oh my, oh my.'/><author><name>rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566197824866498948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-115036533664534263</id><published>2006-06-15T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T17:55:36.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel like dope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-115036533664534263?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115036533664534263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>tennis.bbq</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells....here i am bloggin on an unsteady, half-intoxicated mind...after a great tennis bbq...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met sam at kmg.mrt at around noon...and went to town...just walked around almost aimlessly searching for dorcas's and cliffy's bday present...didnt manage to find anything much...although ian mentioned something about a crotchless g-string for guys at far east...haha...and no...we didnt even bother going there to find it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...after much searching and breathing in of cigeratte smoke outside mos burger...we finally made out way to yck...took a train down and walked the rest of the distance to chiang's place...met ian outside and just went straight to the courts without even calling her...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played until the rest came...was quite rusty after not playing for so long...but soon it was quite okay...paired with ian and won maurice and bert 6-0...haha...jamie was there...it was quite traumatizing to see her after her jaw op though...i didnt really dare to look at her jaw...was still swollen and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...just rallied the rest of the time...with bert...then maurice...jerry...i was pretty okay today...during the match my serve was really working...so it was good...heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...after that went down for bbq by the poolside...i had a change of clothes and we were getting the party started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...now comes to think of it...it wasnt so much of a bday party anyways...haha...besides the part where clifton got thrown into the pool...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/jd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bert brought absolut apeach...wonderfully mixed with some 7-up...but i'm not really a vodka drinker...so later me maurice and ian went to 7-11 to get jack daniels =DD...mixed it with cola and it got us quite high...especially ian and maurice...haha...it was bloody fun man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow...got ian to drink lots of water after that cause i think he was really getting wasted...haha...the best part i think was tricking jerry into drinking out concotion of daniels + absolut + 7-up...haha...it was pretty gross i can imagine the taste...but he got it down anyways...after very much prodding...but poor guy had to run to the toilet afterwards cause his tummy felt rather heated up...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...mostly me maurice and ian finished the bottle of daniels...and it sure wasnt enough...then after playing a round of truth and dare...everyone was pretty tired and we decided to go home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah...ian dropped me and sam at the 854 bus stop and we took a bus home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells...i guess when u think ur life's pretty screwed...there's always the booze and friends around to make you feel better at least for that few hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-115030256619245622?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115030256619245622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=115030256619245622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115030256619245622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115030256619245622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/tennisbbq.html' title='tennis.bbq'/><author><name>rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566197824866498948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-115003711577780115</id><published>2006-06-11T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:45:15.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some photos from pre-u sem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/1600/01062006012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/01062006012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/1600/01062006012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is our guerilla filming group...with khaibin, samkoh, clarence, rongxin, shreeya, watson, nicholas and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/1600/DSC00034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/DSC00034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this here is seminar group24...with quite a few people missing...wells...we have kahmeilah, tiffany, samkoh below, followed by clara, shreeya, wani, farah and rongxin in the middle, followed by yijie, khaibin, junxian SLO, clarence, nicholas, nasir and xingji at the back...very fun people to be around...haha =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/1600/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/2426/320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells...and this is a pic i 'kop-ed' from vanessa's blog =//...haha...met her at pre-u sem...was a pleasant surprise...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-115003711577780115?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115003711577780115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=115003711577780115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115003711577780115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/115003711577780115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-photos-from-pre-u-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566197824866498948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-115002973636712576</id><published>2006-06-11T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T20:42:16.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-115002973636712576?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115002973636712576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=115002973636712576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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great fun with jiahui and maurice...we caught x-men the final stand...it was a really nice movie....maybe because i'm quite a x-men buff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to have dinner afterwards...kimchi ramen =D...and then i went to cine to catch davinci code...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful movie...it was totally like the book...and it may have been disadvantageous to me cause i already know what was going tohappen...but i dont know if it would have been abit confusing for those who didnt read the book...but it was a fabulous movie in my opinion...could watch it again...and sofie neveu is totally cute... &lt;a href="http://www.darkprotocols.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/audrey20tautou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" height="407" alt="" src="http://www.darkprotocols.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/audrey20tautou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://foto.rol.ro/fotografii/6/502/20050930171815_Audrey_tautou_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://foto.rol.ro/fotografii/6/502/20050930171815_Audrey_tautou_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow...met priscilla the day before...nice meeting...and not forgetting the mexican restaurant she works in...haha...we ate for 2 hours...french style she says...wells...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-114985990199475983?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114985990199475983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=114985990199475983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/114985990199475983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/114985990199475983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/davincixmenmovies-galore.html' title='davinci.xmen.movies galore'/><author><name>rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566197824866498948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-114985931709279389</id><published>2006-06-09T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T21:21:57.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i swear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we'll walk in circles around this whole block&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we'll talk about leaving town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah we'll talk about leaving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We rode across that bridge all night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We talked our way through city lights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traced all the lines we're killing time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Under those buzzing signs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From downtown to anywhere but here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight yeah I swear to these rooftops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And just hoped that car would never stop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we'll walk in circles around this whole block&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we'll talk about leaving town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah we'll talk about leaving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We drove around this place all night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Past closed signs and familiar sights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're moving by passing time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Counting those center lines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With 20,000 lines left to go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That lead to somewhere I don't know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It might be the time that we leave this all behind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we'll walk in circles around this whole block&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we'll talk about leaving town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah we'll talk about leaving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there's been a few times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That we thought it felt right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To take the westbound signs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And just leave town tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we'll walk in circles around this whole block&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we'll talk about leaving town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah we'll talk about leaving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I swear it's my last try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we'll talk about leaving town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah we'll talk about leaving town...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish i had the chance to get to know you better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i really hoped it would have been something more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;but i guess not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's still a little unsettling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i should have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-114985931709279389?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114985931709279389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=114985931709279389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;circumstances only let's you realise and truly identify those special ones who stick in your memory in times of loneliness and need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;on the way...definitly, new friendships would be forged, but at the same time, old ones will be strengthened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i guess i'm still learning how to constantly remember who were the ones who stood with me through thick and thin, cherish them, and let them know how much they mean to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566197824866498948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-114939366375410041</id><published>2006-06-04T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T12:01:03.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-u-seminar-'06</title><content type='html'>well...it's been 2 days since pre-u sem '06 ended...and i've just recovered from my sleep deprivative journey...haha...well...learnt alot from pre-u sem...and gained many insights as well as friendships...i sure hope they'll last...because i truly cherish those memories and the people...=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1 :&lt;br /&gt;departed yj in the afternoon...after hanging out in the council room just to kill time and also after changing a blazer size and taking photos...last song we heard...the used - i caught fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boarded the bus...and soon we reached NUS...checked in...and we were seated according to our seminar groups...talked to khai bin abit...was still abit awkward...cause i didnt really find him nice before...anyways...first person i talked to : clara frm VJ...said hi...and it was quite messy and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...after everyone was seated...the SLOs had to like get everyone together and do the usual intros and stuff...it was quite weird finally meeting the people we talked to on msn for quite long before this thing started...and finally...saw Watson Lin...crappy guy from IJ...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess khaibin and i felt quite weird...anyways initially our group's intros and all were very quiet...cept for the very ouspoken SA girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made our way to our bunks after that...had to learn to use the little transponder we had been given...unloaded our stuffs...changed into pe attire...and had to go down again...samkoh was quite unhappy with her room...cause it didnt even have bedsheets! and my blinds was not really working well...so had to fill in that dunno what form...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...went down...had dinner...the food was quite lousy on the first night...maybe cause we were late...and then proceeded to have ice-breakers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ice-breakers were quite fun...played things like rearranging ourselves according to last alphabet in surname without conversing by voice...haha...and also dog and bone...and a few other games...it was really fun and we got to know each other better...oh..and not forgetting the boney game...as well as friendship dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we had supper...and then bathed and went back to bunks...they were quite particular about people sneakng about at night...so tehy had like teachers to do routine checks...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;got up early...went to bathe...saw samkoh all sleepy in the morning...anyways...all of us got into our ties and blazers...looking good but feeling really hot...and went down for breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to LT27 by bus...got seated and stuff...waiting for our talks to start...can't quite remember which talks were first...but anyhow...it was really informative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that had tea...buffet style...we took our food and stood as a group to eat...parallel presentations next...and we gathered again and carried it out...i think YJ did a good job...and in the Q&amp;A i believe chun shu and vincent did our school proud...especially chun shu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we had lunch again...haha...pre-u sem makes people fat...anyways...parallel presentation after that...was not bad...then went back to pgp...had a change of clothes again...and if i didnt remember wrongly...we had amazing race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our group was really nice...competitive too...with clarence at the helm and watson too...giving directions and doing navigation...we ran from pgp to the science fac i think...and solved the puzzle...tongkat ali and stuff...haha...and then ran to tennis courts!! familiar territory!! haha...but too bad the guys couldnt nail the archery thing...was quit wasted...all their shots were SO close! anyhow...we proceeded to the swimming pools...and shreeya did a great job paddling...then it was the rock climbing section...and i did it...and clarence did a fantastic job there too...damn tough man the guy's wall...haha...i was thinking...if only tiffany was in our grp...she'd rock there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we skipped the floorball section cause there were alot of people...and wanted to go back to pgp to do the mental stations...but turns out...by the time we took the bus back...time was almost up...so we decided...it was enough for the day...dinner was next...and after that...we got split into roles for the guerilla filming...and had separate briefings...supper and lights out followed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;quite the same routine for the third day...however we had panel discussions...inviting the PAP woman MP...denise phua i believe...as well as a few other people...they gave a really insightful talk...on seizing opportunities and entrepreneurship and stuff...after which we had tea, lunch...and the third and final parallel presentation...we were then rushed back to pgp...and there was supposed to have the individual Q&amp;As there...but somehow our venue was used...and so we spent the rest of the time slacking in the lounge room...haha...it was quite fun...celine and i crapping on the couch...together with nicholas...filming and talkint silly photos...the funniest part was kahmielah i think...ahaha..."my phone got scratch alr..." ....and also jun xiang on the couch sucking his thumb sleeping...haha...anyways...decided on the script...nicholas being the girl lead...clarence being the guy lead...and watson the "benji tan"...they were trying to do as many spoofs as possible...haha...it was really fun slacking around and just crapping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner...went to the small room behind the dining place...and had a briefing...had to sort of practice filming and stuff...was quite funny...and i apologize to samkoh again...for stomping on her foot...=S sorry man!!...haha...and then after that we all went up to bathe...and they wanted to do filming after that...so we filmed the 'georgie's mart' scene...haha...it was hilarious...really applaud nicholas for being SO sporting...acting like a girl and everything....it was REALLY convincing...he wore a skirt and even a hairband...haha...was funny man...=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4/5:&lt;br /&gt;on day4...it was the day we had to do the interview...filming...as well as editing...and our dear director celine was going for rugby again...haha...i think right until day3 our group was really looking very slack...we didnt even hand in the scrpit...our ideas were not really solid...and we didnt even want to do the interview....but we were really ON...on day4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to orchard...early in the morning...tried to do a little filming in the taka-wisma connector...and got chased away by security...haha...made our way to the singtel building...and we did much filming on the way...it was REALLY funny and the guys all did a great job...nicholas again for being willing to wear a skirt in public...haha...and rongxin for doing all the cameo jobs...as well as shreeya for taking the lead as asst director...and khaibin for being producer...all of them bore with the sun and heat...as well as mosquitoes...and we all did our filming there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we proceeded to go and interview the singtel guy...he was really really nice and chatty...i was quite a crap interviewer...cause i didnt really know my stuffs...anyhow...we did the interview...and they had ECLAIRS there for us to eat...haha...as well as drinks!! =DDD THANK YOU SINGTEL!! haha...anyways...after that we went to cine for lunch...at yoshi...then me and rongxin went to get snacks for everyone...hello panda...and little bookmarks so we could write notes for everyone...jun xian was damn nice...and he bought famous amos for EVERYONE to share!!...=DD...he's such a nice SLO man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...we went back to pgp...it started to rain...and we took cab back...then the crucial part of video editing began...i think this was the most tense few hours of this entire camp...samkoh and watson got down to work right away....they were AMAZING...truly...i dont think anyone could have done a better job than them...totally fabulous...celine came back halfway cause match got cancelled due to the rain...haha...we bluffed her saying the interview was horrible and stuff...and our video was lousy...we also banned her from looking at the video...haha...it was fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...all of us skipped our tea and dinner...and vid-ed all the way...managed to slot in the biggest spoof on celine at the end of our video...but i must say the most wasted part was not being able to slot in our thanks to jun xian...and the pic of him sucking his thumb...haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;submitted our video...waited for the screening...it was really funny...haha...i think celine was really pleased with the outcome...and i think all of us agreed our video totally rocked...i dont think anyone of us would have changed the roles we all took...our video rocked lah...although it was not really informative...haha...but was damn nice...=DD we all love celine...haha...=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that...everyone bathed and we went to the guy's room...khaibin's room at first...but later changed to clarence's room to minimize detection....played zhong ji mi ma...was really funny man...everyone trying to hold what they had in their bladder...haha...i got to drink so much water it was even tough trying to run to the toilet eventually...haha...but we all had fun...i think kahmeilah was on a water high...haha...was funny man....poor cheryl and nicholas..eventually nicky forfeited and had to put toothpaste on khaibin's face...haha...it was funny...the only weird and scary thing was someone banging on our door and kicking it...till now we still dont know who it was...maybe was someone telling us to keep quiet...anyways...3-something...everyone went back to their own dorms...celine went to sleep...haha...sleepyhead...and me tiffany and shreeya went to find a place with aircon to chat...so we ended up in a seminar room on the first floor...cause the tv rooms were all packed with people sleeping...and i was writing the bookmarks and tiffany sleeping...while shree was reading her mag...not long before she went up to shit...haha...and eventually she said she fell asleep doing so...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...5-something and i woke tiff up...went up to bathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5:&lt;br /&gt;wells...i shall start day 5 from here...haha...after bath...everyone was looking all sleepy...i was ready early...cause i didnt sleep the whole night...haha...but everyone was totally stonned...anyways...tiffany went back to sleep even after fanny called her up...haha...we were all ready and went down for breakfast...on the way...shih shun treated me coffee...i guess i really needed it...if not i'll be sprawled on the floor sleeping while tharman arrived...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to NUS and we awaited tharman and other VIPs...the hall was visibly half asleep...everyone noddling off here and there...even jiahui and samantha...haha....which was REALLY surprising...as compared to them at school...anyways...my eyes could barely open as well...samkoh took a few photos of me sleeping =//...and i didnt even know!! haha...anyways...it was quite boring waiting for them to arrive...when they finally did...we all went to stand at our respective places near the food...everyone just chatting...eventually we all started to take silly photos imaginable....hahaha...was really funny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more photo taking eating...and after i went to find jiahui...or she came to find me...haha...and we walked around looking for fellow Yj peeps...chatted...and then i went to chat with maurice...funny man...haha...and then went back to my sem-group...they were palying truth/dare...haha...whowhenwherehow...haha...and then we all got seated again...before we had to wait to depart for pgp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more photo taking...we returned our ties...and chatted more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rode back to pgp...a small animal farm in the bus...haha...i think our group was the most spontaneous and random...haha...and then we had to go up to change and pack and get down again...so i just packed and got into a change of footwear...too lazy to get out of my sch u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down...farewell was really bittersweet...it was quite sad...especially after the part they said...ya'll are free to go now after having returned ur transponders...i think most of us were quite stunned...like...is this the end alr?!!...haha...went up again...even under the blinding and hot sun...we had group hug...more fond memories...exchanged farewells...and we departed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really hope we can all keep in touch...now i know why anyone would say pre-u seminar was really an avenue to make more friends and friendships that last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This world's an ugly place, but you're so beautiful to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-114939366375410041?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-114873788635946664</id><published>2006-05-27T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T21:51:26.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i need therepy. i feel depressed...although i dont know or refuse to address the cause of my distress...it's a horrible feeling...and i dont know what to do about it...oh wells...i'm leaving for pre-u seminar on monday...i hope the people are nice and all goes well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-114873788635946664?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-114736711496672817</id><published>2006-05-12T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T01:06:35.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irked</title><content type='html'>class sweater thing is irking me...well...i'm too frustrated to sleep....cant get to sleep...you know the feeling of frustration from within...so many things in my head...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-114736711496672817?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114736711496672817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=114736711496672817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/114736711496672817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/114736711496672817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/irked.html' title='irked'/><author><name>rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566197824866498948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-114562649257589525</id><published>2006-04-21T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:34:52.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19.04.06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Day To Remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wells...it was a really fun day that day...yj tennis girls went down to jj for our A div match...and we beat them 4 games to 1...similarly...the guys were having their match at MI...and since we knew they only had 1 court to use...they surely couldnt have ended alr...so the girls all cabbed down to MI...=D 3 cabs in total...haha...5.70 6.00 and 6.30...and we went to support the guy's last match...jeremy vs the monkey...it went into tie-break...the monkey won...well...it was like a zoo cage really...not jeremy's place...ahaha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyways...after that...even though the guys lost that match...overall they still won by 3 games to 2...so it was a day of double victories for both the girls and guys teams of yjc...=D...was a really proud moment there...everyone was rejoycing and i think our simple 'ohh yj' cheer rocked MI...haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after that we took a bus down to West Mall...and even cheapo captain jerry decided that the team deserved some celebration...an d 21 of us squeezed into Swensens =D...it was really nice seeing the whole team there...the mood was good...the ice cream was good...the food was good...and in the end we shared an ice cream cake...kindly donated by the guys from the excess funds from their jersey....heh...it was really nice...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyways...after that...we all took a train home...from bukit batok or something...sam and i took the long journey all the way back to kembangan...haha...at least there's someone who lives in the east too...=D made the trip visibly much shorter...heh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was a really nice day...everyone was there...even jeremy...and the new J1s...heh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i totally love yj tennis team 2006...seriously...we really rock...=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wells...today marked the end of A division for yj tennis girls...we played ACJC finally...and i'm glad that my opponent was quite friendly and nice...i frustrated her abit at the start of my match...making alot of drops...however it was rather disappointing that my serve wasnt really coming through...and my drops were not executed really nicely and accurately...ARGH...anyways...the girls all did well...chiang was the most unfortunate...first to be hit by the AC girl's volley...and then by bert's serve...haha...besides the weird bio teacher...everything was pretty okay...pretty ok...haha...htebazile...shim...funny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh wells...=] tired and shall not type anymore...the guys stil have MJ to play...i hope we can go down to support...and then have another team outing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-114562649257589525?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114562649257589525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=114562649257589525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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tennis jersey after sr match...the match was sucky...but the outing was totally fun...the whole team was there...except for jamie who had tuition...the guys were there too...cept for fun and jem and who else...anyways...spent the whole day at Queensway as usual...finding out tennis stuff...couldnt decide...couldnt find sizes...and basically snacked alot on our escapade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;eventually we decided upon this adidas top and the only problem was...who was going to take the pink ones...yep...anyways...in the end bert gave way =/...haha...so nice...they were about to make all the singles players wear pink...=// ...oh wells...but due to circumstances...it would be unfair for bert to wear pink...so i've agreed to weat it once...lending her my white...but she's made me agree to wear pink on yj's home match...yep =//...i dont know what is worse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh wells...today dorcas was totally funny...high...and crazy all at once...and i was joining her in our cheapo scramble for goods and food and whatnot...haha...but the more cheapo one was jerry...and speaking of which...we shared a bk meal yesterday when we sent steph off to melbourne...haha...he was very nice lah...sharing a meal with me...being cheapo and all...haha...yesterday was loads of fun too...=D i love the team man...getting to be less in love with the game...haha...but i totally love the yj tennis team...although some girls were quite sulky after tonnes of walking around today...which was perhaps quite understandable...haha...but dorcas and i were still high for like an eternity more...haha...it's funny since i sort of knew dorcas when she visited my stall for cvd...and i thought she was pretty cute and very tehhh....haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wells...tennis tml...got loads of school work to do...and not much time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i still find the tennis tee abit tight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-114389946600238259</id><published>2006-04-01T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T21:51:06.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tennis.girls.=]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wells...today was a fun day for sure...going out to shop for tennis jersey after sr match...the match was sucky...but the outing was totally fun...the whole team was there...except for jamie who had tuition...the guys were there too...cept for fun and jem and who else...anyways...spent the whole day at Queensway as usual...finding out tennis stuff...couldnt decide...couldnt find sizes...and basically snacked alot on our escapade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;eventually we decided upon this adidas top and the only problem was...who was going to take the pink ones...yep...anyways...in the end bert gave way =/...haha...so nice...they were about to make all the singles players wear pink...=//...oh wells...but due to circumstances...it would be unfair for bert to wear pink...so i've agreed to weat it once...lending her my white...but she's made me agree to wear pink on yj's home match...yep =//...i dont know what is worse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh wells...today dorcas was totally funny...high...and crazy all at once...and i was joining her in our cheapo scramble for goods and food and whatnot...haha...but the more cheapo one was jerry...and speaking of which...we shared a bk meal yesterday when we sent steph off to melbourne...haha...he was very nice lah...sharing a meal with me...being cheapo and all...haha...yesterday was loads of fun too...=D i love the team man...getting to be less in love with the game...haha...but i totally love the yj tennis team...although some girls were quite sulky after tonnes of walking around today...which was perhaps quite understandable...haha...but dorcas and i were still high for like an eternity more...haha...it's funny since i sort of knew dorcas when she visited my stall for cvd...and i thought she was pretty cute and very tehhh....haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wells...tennis tml...got loads of school work to do...and not much time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i still find the tennis tee abit tight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-114389946600238259?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114389946600238259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=114389946600238259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/114389946600238259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/114389946600238259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/tennisgirls_01.html' title='tennis.girls.=]'/><author><name>rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566197824866498948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-114389942270496491</id><published>2006-04-01T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T21:50:22.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tennis.girls.=]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wells...today was a fun day for sure...going out to shop for tennis jersey after sr match...the match was sucky...but the outing was totally fun...the whole team was there...except for jamie who had tuition...the guys were there too...cept for fun and jem and who else...anyways...spent the whole day at Queensway as usual...finding out tennis stuff...couldnt decide...couldnt find sizes...and basically snacked alot on our escapade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eventually we decided upon this adidas top and the only problem was...who was going to take the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; ones...&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yep...anyways...in the end bert gave way =/...haha...so nice...they were about to make all the singles players wear pink...=//...oh wells...but due to circumstances...it would be unfair for bert to wear pink...so i've agreed to weat it once...lending her my white...but she's made me agree to wear pink on yj's home match...yep =//...i dont know what is worse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh wells...today dorcas was totally funny...high...and crazy all at once...and i was joining her in our cheapo scramble for goods and food and whatnot...haha...but the more cheapo one was jerry...and speaking of which...we shared a bk meal yesterday when we sent steph off to melbourne...haha...he was very nice lah...sharing a meal with me...being cheapo and all...haha...yesterday was loads of fun too...=D i love the team man...getting to be less in love with the game...haha...but i totally love the yj tennis team...although some girls were quite sulky after tonnes of walking around today...which was perhaps quite understandable...haha...but dorcas and i were still high for like an eternity more...haha...it's funny since i sort of knew dorcas when she visited my stall for cvd...and i thought she was pretty cute and very tehhh....haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wells...tennis tml...got loads of school work to do...and not much time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i still find the tennis tee abit tight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-114334402627750331</id><published>2006-03-26T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T11:33:46.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had a weird but sweet dream last night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh wells...played IJ yesterday...we won them 3-2...it was nice to win again...but i'm awfully skeptic about my tennis abilities...i hate it when i just can't get the feel of my shots...i hope my service gets more consistent...especially first serve...darn it if it doesnt...oh wells...lots to improve...not much time...and a dwindelling passion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i believe i'm over you already&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-114334402627750331?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114334402627750331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=114334402627750331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/114334402627750331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/114334402627750331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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you'll even find one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-114268132643526517?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114268132643526517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=114268132643526517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/114268132643526517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/114268132643526517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/bloodysnoop.html' title='bloody.snoop'/><author><name>rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566197824866498948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23597434.post-114248786016823022</id><published>2006-03-16T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T13:46:04.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all in a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wells...last saturday was a damn fun day for the tennis peeps...after training we went to casuarina to have prata...was supposed to be jamie's treat...but we figured it would be quite difficult to split the bill and stuffs...so it was him to himself then...i had like one cheese one egg and one kosong...and also an iced milo and an iced ginger tea...was damn nice la...=D so full after that...crapped alot as a whole group...took lots of pictures...whole lot of fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after that strolled down to chiang's place and we sat by the pool...the guys were playing cards and the girls just basically were thinking of pushing someone into the pool...haha...then we moved on to the tennis courts for a second round of games...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the Jamie Open...so it was named...haha...jamie as defending champ went last...and maurice was king throughout...beating both guys and girls squarely and fairly...haha...yeah and he beat jamie too...so he's currently holding the title of champion in the Jamie Open...haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after that we went home...which was quite late already...so i walked with ian to the 854 bus stop...finally knowing where the hell it is...and went home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so that was the very very fruitful day...taking photos...crapping alot and just having fun...i predict any tennis camp that is to come will be a huge success...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;went to wei's house on sunday morning to just plain chill and catch chick flicks...haha...it was pretty damn fun...i felt so bad cause they like prepared gifts and everything and i didnt =/...i ought to make that up some time....anyways...we watched 'in her shoes'...the cameron diaz movie...and i thought it didnt quite make sense at the begining...thought it was a tad cliche...but it was quite a nice movie...touchy ending and all...wanted to watch deuce bigalow but it was rather crappy and totally corny...so watched halfway and switched movie...well mostly because her parents came back then...enough said...haha...so we switched to 'the in-laws'...this was a nice movie...funny and all...abit crappy too...but was ok...michael doug....haha...and turns out for both the movies we watched...the guys were all jewish...haha...anyways i couldnt stay long and had to leave by 4-something...mum came to pick me but was totally pissed about not finding the house...and she called me but my phone wasnt with me...so she was so pissed with me...it spoiled my mood totally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anyways...after that went home to bathe and went to meet the 224 girls at bugis...then went to eat pastamania...and we went to the national library to watch Army Daze =DD...it was a nice play...but i found Oi! more entertaining and funny...Kumar was good anyhow =D...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;after that sarah apple and i went to harry's to booze a little...and then we went home...both of them were half-drunk by then already...geez...was funny...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;~---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wells...tennis yesterday was okay...chung wasnt being as annoying as he was the last time round...but still...anyways...after tennis went to eat lunch as a group...and i just realised that new girl/guy sherrianne reminds me of yvonne...yep...it's kind of strange but she really reminds me...haha...joker...whatnot...and that makes me wonder how's yvonne these days...well i dont know about her...but i'm still waiting for the day i turn 80 and we can go explore the bermuda triangle and it's mysteries...oh wells...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23597434-114248786016823022?l=blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackwordswhitethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114248786016823022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23597434&amp;postID=114248786016823022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23597434/posts/default/114248786016823022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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