<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681298</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:43:14.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile, and the world smiles with you.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681298.post-3898462043880906252</id><published>2008-05-09T03:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T03:38:00.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to anyone who still drops by.. I've &lt;a href="http://fussypotty.livejournal.com"&gt;moved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-3898462043880906252?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/3898462043880906252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=3898462043880906252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/3898462043880906252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/3898462043880906252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2008/05/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-5156661009784402466</id><published>2007-09-09T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:54:34.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*beeeeeg smile*&lt;br /&gt;today (090907), i really feel like i'm twenty one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel a strong sense of independence admist the uncertanity.&lt;br /&gt;and me handling the situation all alone made me feel really good about myself. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i should stay contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurrs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-5156661009784402466?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/5156661009784402466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=5156661009784402466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/5156661009784402466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/5156661009784402466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2007/09/beeeeeg-smile-today-090907-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-1484007213003476212</id><published>2007-09-06T11:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T11:09:11.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>week four. and may i remind you, mid term break is in 2 weeks time! okay, now everyone say OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;hurrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's good. and i'm proud to say that i've managed to do pre-lecture readings for the week! *claps*&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;each time i complete one, i hear someone says "mugger". *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having withdrawal symptoms. HAHA. i freaking want to drive and the only way to drive is...... to go home so i can drive myself to school the next day. &lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;i shall practise some operant conditioning on myself. i'm sure the trust will be earned over time, so lets take it step by step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a OCD presentation on Monday which is at a cost of 20%. &lt;br /&gt;and each time i work on it, i experience anxiety disorders. RAHH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, lets mug lets mug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-1484007213003476212?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/1484007213003476212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=1484007213003476212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/1484007213003476212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/1484007213003476212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2007/09/week-four.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-4133880088702934887</id><published>2007-09-02T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T01:44:54.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this sem is looking good. i'm gonna be a happy mugger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a GOAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a ***&lt;br /&gt;i want to be on ***** ****&lt;br /&gt;i want a ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its already the end of week 3. what have i done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one presentation down.&lt;br /&gt;i became a teacher's pet.&lt;br /&gt;i finally PASSED.&lt;br /&gt;HURRAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sem is a different sem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets mug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-4133880088702934887?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/4133880088702934887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=4133880088702934887&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/4133880088702934887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/4133880088702934887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-sem-is-looking-good.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681298.post-6016428847836705195</id><published>2007-03-24T02:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T03:07:07.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>harro world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very busy, or just plain lazy? you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but work is seriously piling up like wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i need is a little bit more time. *fat hope*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's sucking my life out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way back into love is a pretty song. *whistles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still in the process of churning out my lab report for PL3241. *pulls hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training resumes in another 8hrs time in good old sdba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i still here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;most of the times, we don't have the answers to everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think this is damn cool. in sync with my lab report. yah right. &lt;br /&gt;validity? reliability? *tsk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#343466" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#343466&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-183DE488.jpeg&amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1D1068AF.jpeg&amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2B750FCD.jpeg&amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_23F0F190.jpeg&amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A16A102.jpeg&amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5BFB07FF.jpeg&amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6EAA4FA9.jpeg&amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_761F2B14.jpeg&amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A19707.jpeg&amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1F8FF9B4.jpeg&amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1D8228ED.jpeg&amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_791C6076.jpeg&amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=SOFISTICAT&amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=CONQUEROR&amp;habitslabel=NEW WAVE PURITAN&amp;uid=134396-1452&amp;srv=iwebcl4" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=134396-1452&amp;srv=iwebcl4" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do your visualDNA matches mine? *ha ha ha*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-6016428847836705195?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/6016428847836705195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=6016428847836705195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/6016428847836705195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/6016428847836705195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2007/03/harro-world_24.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681298.post-117191139155306668</id><published>2007-02-20T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T02:56:31.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>being me, irks me big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are never in sync with my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have such a huge gigantic EGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DON'T CARE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blame it on, pride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-117191139155306668?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/117191139155306668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=117191139155306668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/117191139155306668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/117191139155306668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2007/02/being-me-irks-me-big-time.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-117174060644556684</id><published>2007-02-18T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T03:30:06.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>大家,新年快乐!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. happy cheena new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its already 3am. &lt;br /&gt;and guess what, i just munched away 3/4 bagful of nachos. i know its bad, its sinful, its going to make me fat, i won't look pretty in my dresses but i kept telling myself, its new year just eat! *pats tummy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reunion dinner at safra was good good. i would prefer yusheng instead though. more to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunt is crappy.&lt;br /&gt;at the dinner table, she had a glass of clear drink. obviously plain water.&lt;br /&gt;the waitress wanting to refill, asked, "excuse me what's your drink?"&lt;br /&gt;half the table kept quiet and my aunt answered, "plain water" with a tinge of sarcasm. &lt;br /&gt;then, she said, "oh, its pipe-si cola, pipe-si cola!"&lt;br /&gt;i first thought it was her pronunciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she said, "PIPE-SI COLA from the pipe!" &lt;br /&gt;thats explains the colour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i laughed damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 12am, it was hello to pigpig year with prettypretty fireworks! totally wow-ed me. &lt;br /&gt;it was like being in 2 places at a time. ok make it 3. hurhur. fireworks from chinatown and marina bay from the balcony. WOAH. more to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cindy says my sister is prettier than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5896/312/1600/822890/reunion%20dinner%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5896/312/320/329714/reunion%20dinner%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的吗? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i complement her la ok. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weird, but i am actually looking forward to wednesday 9am, with my running shoes.&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping, that this feeling will learn to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wish you and you are here so i have one more person to whine to, one more person to hug, one more person to talk to, one more person to run with, to row with, one more person to push me up and over the pull-up bar.*sulks* to the you, please take care. and to you, i miss you beeeg time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-117174060644556684?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/117174060644556684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=117174060644556684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/117174060644556684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/117174060644556684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2007/02/hurhur.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-117170473211005985</id><published>2007-02-17T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T17:32:12.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, it just did not feel right to have NO training on a saturday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i typed the above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it felt even more not right to head down town with my parents on a saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its CHINESE NEW YEAR, already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why so fast, CNY=MID TERM BREAK. (screw the nus system)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the term break, its tests, assignments, tests, projects, tests, assignments, more tests and more of everything. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sem felt like a lousy sem for me, i am totally off track. my readings are no where near the completion of the first lecture, i practically struggle to keep up with my readings. roars. and my first test of the sem is totally LOUSY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a loser with beeeeg fat capital L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe its PMS, just let me rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vertical marathon next sunday, am i ready? *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;60storeys.&lt;br /&gt;i need to be accountable to my team. *stress*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acid reflux has been taking a toil on me. its painful to the max. &lt;br /&gt;simply excrutiating. *groans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have more to say, but i really have trouble expressing myself. &lt;br /&gt;ok, thats an excuse, i am just plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy cheena new year one and all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurray to the red packets and fattening goodies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-117170473211005985?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/117170473211005985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=117170473211005985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/117170473211005985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/117170473211005985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-woke-up-on-wrong-side-of-bed-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-117103487600773155</id><published>2007-02-09T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T23:27:56.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wondering who still comes here. *looks around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back leh... *sniggers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-117103487600773155?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/117103487600773155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=117103487600773155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/117103487600773155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/117103487600773155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-116387495428952931</id><published>2006-11-19T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T02:39:52.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WARNING: A VERY RANDOM ONE. (don't read la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wish that the world will stop spinning. for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies like fruits la. day in day out, everyday is a routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you know it, its another weekend, another week, another school term, another new year. pwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world, stop spinning leh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was sad. last of arts canteen, start of reading week meaning, HELLO exams. bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just last weekend was a happy regatta, and now, this weekend is a sad mugatta. ohkay not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really irritates the hell out of me why i even have the decency to blog, when i can moan at the rate time really flies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio psy is a pain in the ass. whats with neurons, synapses and what brain matter shit. i don't understand la. roars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay i'm on a "smile qy smile" campaign. i cannot RAH. for the good of the world. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile and the whole world smiles with you :)&lt;br /&gt;rah and the sweethang rah with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-beeeeg heart VS puny teeny weeny gas-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRAY to the exams. *WHOOSH*&lt;br /&gt;(internal justification)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mugging makes me binge.&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat and not grow fat puh-lease. &lt;br /&gt;can doritos, ben&amp;jerry's, pizzas, subwaycookies, peanutbutter waffle, chocolates, muffins... all be healthy happy food? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i really hate you for being so irresistable. &lt;br /&gt;boo to you, happy food. &lt;br /&gt;you suck. you put me on a high, then leave me on a guilt trip. JUST GO AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, ben&amp;jerry's is really awesome. &lt;br /&gt;(cognitive dissonance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for my beauty sleep, and cheers to more mugging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you so, its random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile world, because I AM smiling. *beeeeg smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-116387495428952931?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/116387495428952931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=116387495428952931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/116387495428952931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/116387495428952931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/11/warning-very-random-one.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-116175094713219173</id><published>2006-10-25T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T12:35:47.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello ONE and ALL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had terrible PMS for the past ONE month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been on HIGHS and LOWS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much has happened. so lets just put the past behind and not rant about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be a chao mugger for the next ONE month. i'll befriend my books, sleep with my notes and date my tutors and lecturers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to train hard and row hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to easy row my life away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROARS. &lt;br /&gt;school life, no life. sucks to the core. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been so long since we met up,&lt;br /&gt;i miss my maycheneunicetanwonguray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-116175094713219173?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/116175094713219173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=116175094713219173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/116175094713219173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/116175094713219173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-one-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-115722366975493302</id><published>2006-09-03T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T03:13:55.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know i should be in bed now, i know i shouldn't snack at night, especially when i have yet to recover fully. ROARS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a match tmr at 11.20am and i have to report by 10am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its pretty strange but i'm getting all excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise fattyliew another goal. *crosses fingers* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sixers so what, we just play hard, play our best, play for one another, play like we want to win it badly (we can), play with composure, play with trust and with zar-zar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust in chasing, trust in defence, trust in keeping, trust in attack, trust in shooting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all know what we have to do, just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will catch every ball, pick up every loose ball, mark my man tight, do good paddle blocks, play aggresive, score one for you and one for my team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't stress la..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to lose, all out.&lt;br /&gt;azar-azar, fighting!&lt;br /&gt;*hurhur*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the above, is like so not a post that i will post. but i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never like to give myself pressure by telling myself that i must do this, this and that a day before the competition. i never like to give myself prep talk only until the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failure is not in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when results fall beyond expectations, i will feel so super terrible horrible and so down in the pits that whatever anyone say won't matter whoever crosses my path will suffer i just want to be left alone and this bad monsoon won't get over it till many days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons learnt the hard way in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i just think nothing of races, matches, exams, presentations, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was told before, "DON'T think so much, just DO."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohmygawd, i feel like a kan-cheong spider now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday night out with THE &lt;em&gt;sweetthang&lt;/em&gt;. dinner at old marche was so super-sinful-filling. we both had rosti with smoked salmon, seafood baked rice, pile-as-many-as-you-can vege, grilled chicken, lamb chop and caramel banana waffle with hazelnut n almond ice cream. *smmaaaaccks lips* now everybody say, "orh, FATFAT!" ok, may i add that i didn't ate all the above and that i ate less than half of everything. BUT, its still ALOT. anyway, i'm quite sure i ate more than half of that lamb chop. *glares* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monster house was not bad. good for the humji people who dare not watch real monster-fied shows. *points to fattyliew* no wonder you suggested it. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will study next weekend. we'll make friends with the no-life nerdy geeky dorky boookworm kiasu PRCs and be like them. becasue, if we can't BEAT them, JOIN them. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i should get my sleep. 6hrsONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buT... i am so not tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SLEEP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-115722366975493302?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/115722366975493302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=115722366975493302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/115722366975493302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/115722366975493302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-know-i-should-be-in-bed-now-i-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-115679273709826886</id><published>2006-08-29T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T03:18:57.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised, i'm pretty good at wasting time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am tutorial this morning, 8am lecture tomorrow morning, or rather in 5hrs time,  plus training till 11pm. ROARS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better go get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fattyliew rocks my socks. *winks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-115679273709826886?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/115679273709826886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=115679273709826886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/115679273709826886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/115679273709826886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-realised-im-pretty-good-at-wasting.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-115667247695582355</id><published>2006-08-27T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T17:54:36.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to make a comeback so that i'll have a place to rant and whine when i feel like it. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i'm keeping it plain and simple till i get sick of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little update on my side, going into the 3rd week of school. YUCKS. with tutorials coming in this week. ROARS. term papers and assigments due in the following week. GROANS. My room in OKR is tmd damn freaking HOT. Sometimes, it makes me wonder if it is the room or is it just ME. SHRUGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's the 2nd day of CP nat champs. GOOD game team 2. we so really want to win this np game so we dont come back the following week to sit in the spectators stand. hurhur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's always a first time in everything. i'm glad i had mine. I lost my virginity today during the np game, i scored my first goal in a competition. yayness. many more to come. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart team nus cp babies and hunkies. the ball is OURS. *glares*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-115667247695582355?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/115667247695582355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=115667247695582355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/115667247695582355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/115667247695582355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-114619984637619369</id><published>2006-04-28T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T12:50:46.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exam is such a biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes you upset, makes you feel so wasted, makes you feel stupid, makes you want to kick youself in the arse, ram your head into the wall, lowers your self esteem, squash your ego, makes you want to scream, robs you of your freedom, friends, family, fun, laughter and the list goes on. RAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study so hard for what? on the day of the paper, its that 2 hours that matters. that 2 hours is so crucial you either make it or break it. STUDY SO HARD FOR WHAT? when your mind can't function well during the paper, everything you study is GONE. rahh. worse, when you fall asleep unknowingly during your essay, everything you study is VOID. i say, WTH man. it sucks right down to the core when you know the answers, when you know how to do the essays well only 1 hr after the start of the paper. because why? during the first hour you are still fighting the big disgusting horrible ugly zzz monster. double RAHH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note. i finally PASSED my advanced theory test this morning. and i wasnt even half prepared for it than i was for the previous FEW times. yes, this is not my first attempt. neither is it my 2nd, nor my 3rd. WHATEVER. I PASSED. bottom line is, STUDY SO HARD FOR WHAT? hurhur. i was late for the test, i ran into the room, i did all 50 questions with my heart pounding hard against my chest, and i finish the 50 bloddy questions in freaking 10mins. PASSED. i had to stare long and hard at the screen because the pass and fail result is of the same colour. so i had to double check on the spelling. RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more paper to go. proven effectiveness: drink coffee plus ginseng before a paper. and obviously, you don't drink both simultaneously. like DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and HELLO my darlings, i demand for a meet up soon! i CANNOT wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and amazingly, i can't wait for trainings to resume. can't wait to train with my mind free from everything. no readings, no essays, no assignemnts for the next 3 months. i'm going to PLAY hard, TRAIN hard and EAT happy food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do this, that, this and that, go here, there and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i shuddup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what should be it now. OUT! IN! OUT! (the stupid campus superstar song is playing on the tv and it disrupted my train of thoughts)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-114619984637619369?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/114619984637619369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=114619984637619369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114619984637619369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114619984637619369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/04/exam-is-such-biatch.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-114503042818083202</id><published>2006-04-14T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T00:00:28.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'VE GOT NO TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've been very mean to ignore you, you, you, you and you and you, him, her, them. ya you get the point. gimme 3 weeks. after that i will give you all my time. if i can afford to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm neglecting you guys but i still love each and everyone of you okays. *beeeeeg hugs* &lt;br /&gt;and i know you all care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not stress. please do not expect anything of me. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know i cannot not do well. if you know, you know. if you don't, then i might tell. *gl look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i shall attempt to study at home admist of all the undivided attention, pampered food and a so very comfy room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MUGGER MODE*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-114503042818083202?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/114503042818083202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=114503042818083202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114503042818083202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114503042818083202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-got-no-time.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-114456176492914487</id><published>2006-04-09T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T14:07:42.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a naughty ij girl again. i want to get into all sorts of troubles and still tunnel my way out with my lies, excuses and innocent look. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just reading thru my freindster testimonials last night and everything still feels so fresh in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, i still remember how i burnt teefy's hairband, how we always whack and hit everyone's chest, how i hid behind teefy n cheoky when i got into trouble with maggie(mee), how i shouted for police when eunicechong chased me ard with her broom and how we always tease and laugh at everyone, how sam got injured cos of that princess cleopetra girl, how we always wear our belt low and run away when we see tchers approaching, and how ean always update me with the latest gossips and bitchings, how we always drive tchers up the wall, how we trick tchers and end up laughing at them for abiding to us, how ness always showers me with all the love, and how i always tease phy and her little houselfy.... RAHH. and the list just goes on and on.. and on. yah you get the idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEFY, CHEOKY, MISSCHONG, EAN, NESS and PHY, I MISS YOU ALL. *hugs* and i know i'm being missed too. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know there are many more on the list.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i know all these are meant to be kept and stored in the memories, not to be relived again. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish.. i still have the luxury of waking up at 7am every morning to put on my pretty blue pinafore and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we all have to grow up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm mugging and i'm loving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-114456176492914487?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/114456176492914487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=114456176492914487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114456176492914487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114456176492914487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-feeling-nostalgic.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-114449166229260313</id><published>2006-04-08T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T18:21:02.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been updating because, i've been doing the same thing on repeat mode everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spend more time in that cold and lifeless yih study room more than the time i spend in my room. everyone's saying that i'm studying hard, but i beg to differ. you know hor, im a chao keng mugger. because, i spend my time stoning, staring into space, day(night) dreaming, looking at people walk in(out), going toilet, cheers, canteen, tripping over wires, defrosting myself, and glancing at my text occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sem is really fast. i can't wait for the exams to end, but i don't want them to come so soon. RAHH. i'm still enjoying my sem, my modules, my classes, my lectures, my assigments and my presentations. yah riight. really la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i look really unhappy these days? everyone'a asking if i'm ok and sending me sweet msgs to make me feel loved. hurhur. maybe its my chao bin and gl face. pre-exam default look. maybe its just the stress. but hello, when am i ever stress? *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could be because i have not ran for a week? i think yes. highly possible. must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will run on sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why is it that i always choose to have things that i cannot have. then i hear some in the background saying, " because you are gl." RAHH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-114449166229260313?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/114449166229260313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=114449166229260313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114449166229260313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114449166229260313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/04/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-114314698708433160</id><published>2006-03-24T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T04:49:47.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was so tired i fell asleep while doing my readings in yih. so i dragged my feet back to my room at 3am. and now, i'm wide awake. arghs. cannot like that. cannot. CANNOT. i must pull my CAPS up up up and UP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much has happened. lets just say, it has ended well? I AM NOT A PIECE OF SHIT. rainbow after a rain. hurhur. *you're my sunshine after the rain*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon me, its already 4.30am. I AM CRAPPY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR500 was G-O-O-D. i'm picking myself up. i did fall down and i had everyone around to pick me up. thanks to you, you and you. and you, you and you. and of course, you and you. and yah, you. *BEEEEEEG HUGS* i hope my smile is genuine now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesh, i did had a super embarrasing, want-to-dig-hole-and-hide moment. RAHH. and i had everyone laughing at me.. even till NOW. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite, ever dearest piggy back partner, amanda chong mun ling suffered the exact same humiliation as me. BUT, why is everyone laughing at me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying what happened. lets just say, i had a bad fall. ok fine, i FLEW. cuts and abrasions on shoulder, hands, knees and toes. *head and shoulders knees and toes, knees and toes, knees and toes, head and shoulders knees and toes...* ok shuddup. and thats not the end, my chin also kena. some say, i should shave my goatee. *stares* its disappearing ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say the biggest surprise came when i was arrowed to drum the mixed ivp race. its was really a big genuine HUH. ok enough about that, i'm sure many of you have heard enough of my constant whinings and rantings. PERIOD. but, its quite fun leh. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, YIH will be my third home. second, is my room la. and first is of course my home, as in the real home with my mum, dad and sis. *duh* &lt;br /&gt;RIIIGHT. i'm so going to MUGMUGMUGMUGMUG and run and swim and gym. thats ALL. i've lost enough, time to get back and gain something. CAN ONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;connect and transfer. *zaps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to nanny jo, cherylene and my kor for listening to my pre-race whinings and rantings, and for knocking some sense into me, and for all the assurances and having to tahan my BIG ego, you know you are the BEST ok. *smiles* we will/must jiayou together. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;qianyi is back again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-114314698708433160?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/114314698708433160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=114314698708433160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114314698708433160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114314698708433160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-so-tired-i-fell-asleep-while.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-114227338800211139</id><published>2006-03-14T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T17:46:23.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I was a tough nut to crack and I still think I am one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, you all saw through me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles* (very forced ah?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-114227338800211139?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/114227338800211139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=114227338800211139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114227338800211139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114227338800211139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-thought-i-was-tough-nut-to-crack-and.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-114216158010874570</id><published>2006-03-12T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:06:20.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello fitness, where have you been. now that you are back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO EVERYONE, anyone UP for the challenge? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. lai ah, anytime. *head tilts back with arms crossed*&lt;br /&gt;and YOU! take so long to come. GRRR. cost me my legs and paddles, but save me from MR500. ok la, not so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riiight. &lt;em&gt;shuddup&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now need to work on my ps presentation. hurhur. anyone wants to be my audience?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-114216158010874570?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/114216158010874570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=114216158010874570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114216158010874570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114216158010874570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-fitness-where-have-you-been.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-114191011180998734</id><published>2006-03-09T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T22:12:36.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my official bedtime is now, at an ungodly hour. 4am. waah. even if i have no tests, no assignments or no essays due the next day, i still sleep at 4am. why huh. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fitness is really going down. just climbing a few flight of steps leaves me panting. i say, WTH man. you, piece of shit, once able to chiong up 30storeys in less than 4mins, now what. RAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been eating alot the past few days. like, really alot as compared to the previous weeks. this is absolutely disgusting. and it will not continue. hurhur. but i know the reason behind why i am eating so much. aye, faster come la. *glares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legs and paddles on sunday, to join or not. I WANT TO. but, GRRR. when are you coming? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still quite drained from my thai writing class, so pardon me yah. when i'm tired and drained, and my brain don't function at its best, i can crap and whine and rant and i don't really care if you're listening. hurhur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juzai's lappie sucks. i don't know how to use a ibook la. i'm currently freezing in the arctic region of nus, with the penguins and polar bears. a break now would be nice. yay. off to raffles hall. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realise, my previous post is rather esoteric and ambiguous. BOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-114191011180998734?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/114191011180998734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=114191011180998734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114191011180998734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114191011180998734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-official-bedtime-is-now-at-ungodly.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-114150257210839551</id><published>2006-03-05T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T04:02:56.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what you see is not what you get, there's more that meets the eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really looked just like any other superfical cut and it still does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, how bad is it really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very. it hurts like mad now. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its after all, a very deep cut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm a super humji big crybaby. i'm actually, quite scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ask, how long more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hear myself says, its all in the mind. be tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be back on form soon. just you wait. catch up while you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-114150257210839551?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/114150257210839551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=114150257210839551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114150257210839551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114150257210839551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-you-see-is-not-what-you-get.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-114136810354873187</id><published>2006-03-03T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:41:43.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can wish for a hundred and one things. &lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;what is it that i really want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its simple things like 'this' that allows one to take a step back and stare hard and clear at the whole picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, you feel like you are still trying to find that missing piece of jigsaw to piece up the whole picture. then only to realise that there is more to it. some fit well, but not in the right place. some looks like it can fit, but after attempting, no. occasionally, one or two will look different from the other pieces and you are unsure of where to place it, so you usually hold on to it until you know where to place it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i ask, why did you even pick up the first piece. but ask for what, isnt't it abit too late now? i still have to carry on. simply because i'm not a quitter. my huge ego won't allow me to throw in the towel and run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm staying on to complete my jigsaw picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a injured girl is a moody girl. a girl who can't run is an angry girl. an angry girl, bites.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-114136810354873187?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/114136810354873187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=114136810354873187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114136810354873187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114136810354873187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-can-wish-for-hundred-and-one-things.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-114103198686986398</id><published>2006-02-27T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:38:38.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling like a total weakling who hasn't ran for days. the last time i did a good run was during the 2.4km time trial. ARGHS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU!!! cannot slack k.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i afford to slack when i JUST reach there only. even my hai peng you is coming close to me. slapping me left, right, centre. squashing my ego just like that. wth. RAHH. talk about taking 2 yrs. no don't get me wrong, i'm not saying that you are this that and that. i am of course, happy for you. but i won't let you catch me. *nananeepoopoo* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mid term break ended just like that. wait a minute, was there even a BREAK? actaully have la, just that there's trainings only mah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing was, i managed to meet up with my darlings. haha. so fun so fun so fun. i can never get enough of you, you and you. yah the 3 of you. haha. and of course, who else but me managed to get fishball may talking to the both of you again right. thanks *knocks glass* i'm patiently waiting for my fish and co treat, too. but thats not the point, point is we will be seeing and laughing at each other soon. hurhur. i can't wait, and i know you all too. &lt;em&gt;heart you three&lt;/em&gt;. *big hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, i'm this close to falling sick. i should do less of this, and more of that. sometimes, i wonder if i'm really that spoilt and pampered brat that everyone branded me as since 1264676545yrs ago. but, i got a reason to smile and brag about it. at least, i get to whine and rant and complain and cry and pout and get what i want. although not all the time, but lets just say, most of the time. ok, maybe once in a while. hurhur. and i like what euni stated, &lt;em&gt;meh is growing up but still a brat&lt;/em&gt;. yay, i'm a brat. and i'm proud of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canoe polo ifg ended yesterday. good job everyone. though the crowd wasn't that big, we all had fun. haha. steph, i hope you are not too embarrased by the good man incident. you know i still love you. *winks* here's one to make up for it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/1600/juzai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/320/juzai.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'juzai' and 'suilui' r/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok time's up. hands off the keyboard. i must study for my soci test on wed. i will be good and i really will study. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what does a cow drinks? *sniggers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-114103198686986398?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/114103198686986398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=114103198686986398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114103198686986398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114103198686986398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-feeling-like-total-weakling-who.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-114000167487360434</id><published>2006-02-15T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T19:07:54.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more time. why can't time be bought. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, abit of update here and there. surf and sweat was good, not good, quite ok. yah shit happens, if not... RAHH. never mind. next year still got chance. but the good part was, i talked to my eye candy! haha. and i'll get to see him again in a month time. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a really busy busy week after surf and sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so totally drained from everything. i'm like drowning under my workload. essays to be done, trainings, otots, tution, o'comm meetings, projects, driving, tests, RAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i'm peaking! haha. after breaking my 12min barrier last week. i did another personal best of 11.31min during time trial yesterday. HOORAY! 11.31min on vday. my own vday gift from me to myself. *smiles* i thought i was cursed to not break my 12 min barrier and i finally did it after 2 long years. haha. patience is the way to go. next aim, 11min? then maybe i will be cursed to not break 11min for another 2 yrs. CHOY! *touch wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr, cp trainign at 7pm. i'm late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will go wear my shoes now and update again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-114000167487360434?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/114000167487360434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=114000167487360434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114000167487360434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/114000167487360434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-many-things-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113907358857822947</id><published>2006-02-05T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:19:51.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back. i'm back. i'm back. ya, like a few days ago already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to blog but kept procrastinating. so here i am. heh. moved into rvr on friday. special thanks to my nanny jo for helping with everything. *bighugs* you know you are the best hai peng you. need i say more. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quite like my room. its getting nicer and nicer after all the change in 'fengshui' and adding of my own stuffs in the room. hurhur. i want to personalize it moreee. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday night was great! the attendance was like unexpected. haha. was almost full house la. all 7 of us in the 7 seater car. addition of andrey alif, dicky han and tan eyin. i realise i name you guys weirdly. but ya, its ok. hurhur. &lt;br /&gt;courtesy of sebas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/1600/thursnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/320/thursnight.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice uray zc marque sebas me andrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday night was my first stayover in the room. was quite apprehensive about it in the beginning. but after friday night, i'm loving it. haha. the no air-con kind of cold is nice, makes me want to laze in bed longer, which is not a very good thing actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bed was so comfy, i went back to sleep for another 2 hrs or so after lecture. and had many many weird dreams. ya, weird. once, i dreamt that there was a fire and that val was my neighbour. next thing i knew, val called me on the hp. hurhur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surf and sweat in another few hrs time. my event is at 8.45am. i need to sleep soon man. hoping to clock below 50mins for the whole thing? i'm quite confident for the&lt;br /&gt;5km run but the surfing part, or rather, the hand paddling part, oh well, shit happens. i can only hope that everything goes well. why worry about the un-controllables, when i can focus on the other aspects of the race. RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my darlings for accompanying me even though your event is at 1pm. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;very much appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh, so rush after my event. reunion lunch at bugis after my race, then cp steamboat dinner at kim's place, then some family gathering at god knows where. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sources says that my eye candy and the rest of the team will be at surf and sweat. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, i need to sleep NOW. *yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113907358857822947?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113907358857822947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113907358857822947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113907358857822947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113907358857822947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113842101082652012</id><published>2006-01-28T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T12:14:06.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am blogging from the airport. like how eff-ing cool is that. YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention that i only get to spend a day in bangkok to do all the shopping. oh wait, not even a full day. we will only reach there in the late afternoon, so that leaves me with like only less than 10hrs of shopping? *groans* i know i'm sounding like some bimbotic idiot but arghs, i need to whine. right. so much for looking forward to a holiday with my family. my foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yucks, i'm only left with 7 mins to blog because this internet usage shit only allows each idiot to use for 15mins. hurhur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister is blogging beside me because i made her do it. i know i'm evil. and i even kind of brain washed her that this trip is so not gonna be any fun. not even a tinge of fun. i mean like seriously, how long have we not had a family holiday with just the 4 of us. the only one i can remember clearly was the hawaii trip which was like 758436235125475ago when i was in prmary one. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how often do we get a real holiday whereby everyone is free. during the school holidays, we got training, classes, tuition, practices, and my dad has to work. and like right now, as in NOW, during this particular CNY we have like a full 4 days of pure holiday. and what? we still don't get to go on a holiday with just the 4 of us? it really irks me big time. i know i'm sounding spoilt, pampered, whatever. i just want to get my point across. ARGHS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough. time to board the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy cny. *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113842101082652012?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113842101082652012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113842101082652012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113842101082652012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113842101082652012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-blogging-from-airport.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113841294006256222</id><published>2006-01-28T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T09:49:00.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>leaving for thailand soon, RELUCTANTLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to be good. I REFUSE.&lt;br /&gt;*throw bags*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will do as i wish. I WILL.&lt;br /&gt;*slams door*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M DAMN eff-ing BLOODY HELL PIST OFF. i'm pist. i'm pist. i'm pist. i'm pist.&lt;br /&gt;*eFFFF*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather stay in spore alone and spend cny alone. i'd rather be alone then go. and i really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;*kicks chair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I'M THROWING A TANTRUM. but who cares, PHUC-DAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113841294006256222?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113841294006256222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113841294006256222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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smell the end of the sem. its gonna be quicker than i thought. i can already feel my workload piling up. my timetable is slack, yes. but, i really got alot of things on hands. all packed in nicely every week. where are my weekends? burnt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to focus this sem la. any distractions, and i'll be a goner. and i'm so not gonna let that happen to me. i would say, to do well this sem will be a big feat for the lazy, ignorant and playful me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragonboat, canoe polo, tuition, driving, sports camp o'comm. and to top it off, projects, assignments, essays.. thinking about it just makes me want to runaway and hide. *father, son, holy spirit*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i made the right decision by not staying in touch. although i would really love to. i am after all a student. and that's my priority. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottomline: i need to focus. i have to mug. i want to do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good is REALLY not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends, dear friends, good friends, anyone, if you see me sitting around wasting my time, just shoo me off to my books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm losing my smile again. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i got a room in ridge view residence tower block, room 7**. to be revealed in due time when i check in. shall go look see look see tmr morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights world. i really need to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113820551500567203?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113820551500567203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113820551500567203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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birthday party. and everyone really were in their school uniform. heh. cool shyte. i love uniforms. esp my ij one. hurhur. i'm a good convent girl. ok i'm typing very randomly here. rahh. rendy faster send me pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meawhile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/1600/IMG_0637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/320/IMG_0637.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo, amanda, me, cherylene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me what amanda is wearing, its a hybrid. heh. but all you pple stop laughing at her kay. poor thing. nvm, i heart you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yirang, i hope you enjoyed your early 21st birthday celebration today. *big hugs* i heart you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired tired tired. *yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113783536278511178</id><published>2006-01-21T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T17:31:00.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the weather is so cranky. i absoutely abhor it. yucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had water training training today and i was in a T1 kayak. like rahh. i was so afraid that i will capsize because the boat is really light and any slight movement will gimme a bath in the kallang water. i can't imagine if i were to sprint in a k1. rahh. but then again, its my first time in a T1 so i can only improve what. i quote someone, 'when you are at the bottom, the only way to go is, UP.' ya sure. and i bet a few of them were laughing at my face becasue i was really frowning like an idiot each time i execute a stroke. hurhur. i pull the water with a fear of toppling into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my objective was, to not capsize throughout the whole training, be it sprints set, mileage sets, embarking or disembarking. so hooray! objective met. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya i'm damn humji la. i admit. haha. after kayaking in a T1 i really appreciate the acrobats boats i use during canoe polo. haha. so light yet stable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised i haven't rested my poor legs since monday. felt a strain in my hamstrings today. no good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was back to cj with uray, may and eunice. uray and i were ij girls once again and the other 2 were retainees. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to see the new odac batch. and joined them for training. 2.4km time trial. haha. and i'm still stagnant. 12:10. like HELLO, when can i ever break my 12 min barrier. the odac now is really different from the odac i was in last time. the most distinctive change is the number. compared to my time, its now like easily 3 or 4 times bigger than my batch. ya, WOW. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had pepper lunch for dinner and lots of new year goodies samplings. *grins* we were like moving from shop to shop to try everything. haha. and of course, what's a meet ups without laughter and nonsensical nonsense. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top few interesting facts of the day (20/01, FRIDAY):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uray's walking speed = our running speed.&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: uray should walk during 2.4km time trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busking = people singing sad songs. (during lonely nights, i won't feel lonely..)&lt;br /&gt;BUT may chen thought/heard,&lt;br /&gt;busking = people singing sex songs. (yeah!yeah!yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: eunice and i should be good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uray's eyebrow is not the **i**est. (yi4 shan1 hai3 bi3 yi4 shan1 gao1, there are higher mountains ard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may has got a huge drain that collects new year goodies which are not placed properly in her mouth. (uray, i know you are laughing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the present odac president looks/talks like jason.&lt;br /&gt;the present log head looks/stands like lixing. (i know it sounds wrong, but no pun intended.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may: high&lt;br /&gt;uray: big&lt;br /&gt;eunice: low&lt;br /&gt;me: small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a apple hong hence, we have orange chen, banana wong/ng, rambu tan.&lt;br /&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;eunice says: tan is also chen2.&lt;br /&gt;may exclaims: eunice! we are both oranges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uray and i exchanged looks, and said: so we are bananas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the 4 of us = 2 oranges + 2 bananas. (ok, nothing obscene.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LAUGHS* and of course, i learnt a new word. PAI3 CHI4. we go around paichi-ing each other due to our uh, interesting traits? HAHAHA. damn funny la. ok the 3 of you stop smiling to yourself now. i know this is really hilarious and entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/1600/IMG_0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/320/IMG_0611.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ij girls in cj toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/1600/IMG_0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/320/IMG_0621.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2 retainees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/1600/IMG_0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/320/IMG_0636.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 4 idiots at pepper lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as promised from previous entry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/1600/IMG_0584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/200/IMG_0584.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the true love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/1600/IMG_0587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/200/IMG_0587.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rebound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm a happy girl once again. see my downs are over. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised, i was upset because i care. i care too much la. i don't need to. i just have to do what i need to do. i can't control the uncontrollables. nobody is perfect, i can't expect too much. at least i know, i have a few of you with me. i'm consoled and assured. thats enough but not good enough. but, will be sufficient for the time being. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realise up till today, i still go back to the basics. like what mr lim always says,&lt;br /&gt;good is not good enough, better is better, best is to be the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113783536278511178?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113783536278511178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113783536278511178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113783536278511178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113783536278511178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/01/weather-is-so-cranky.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113769565710172143</id><published>2006-01-20T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T02:34:17.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope every thursdays will be like that. haha. supper plus late night spins with the few odac peeps. its good catching up. hurhur. sebas was replaced by uray today cos he's still stuck in camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supper at holland v, crystal jade. got rejected by nydc and tcc cos either the kitchen close already or they just took their last orders. rahh. thanks jason for that treat. now i feel bad for initiating it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at crystal jade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason: wah, we come all the way here to eat crystal jade. &lt;br /&gt;mark: no, we come all the way here to pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya they are all extreme east-siders. i'm the only one who stays in the south. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good job guys for enduring the long journey. esp, mark. haha. *smiles* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, did i mention that jason has a fetish for mt. faber? the night always ends with a spin around mt. faber because jason .... i forgot what is the reason already. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired i don't really know what i'm typing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past few days saw me in school doing my cp ifg duty, skiping lecture, sleeping in lecture, stoning in lecture and uh, going for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my slack 3 day week is coming to an end becasue tutorials starts next weeek. YAY. right. but then again, even when tutorials starts, my thurs and fri will still be free because i only have a 6-8pm thai class on thurs. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crashing cj tmr with uray may and eunice. more about that tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, all i need is a good sleep to rest my poor muscles. my dearest hamstrings, my darling quads and my baby abs are still so stiff and in pain since monday. and not to mention, my injured shoulder from throwing balls. arghs. sounds wrong. but ya, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113769565710172143?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113769565710172143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113769565710172143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113769565710172143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113769565710172143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-hope-every-thursdays-will-be-like.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113734700944516112</id><published>2006-01-16T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T01:52:01.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a rather good weekend. gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was out shopping with my darlings, didn't get to shop around much though because most of the time was spent waiting, waiting and waiting. uray will know what i mean. hurhur. its okay, don't feel bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was only on friday then did i realise that there's a food court in wisma that opens 24hrs. food republic. cool shyte. and i was quite fascinated by it. we ate there for both lunch and dinner. or rather, supper. haha. i want to go there again la, totally spoilt for choices when you are there because everything looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday saw me at singapore river for SRRR finals with my beloved canoe polo team. heh. well done and congrats to nus1. i was really so inspired by the game. *big hugs* i must say team nus really put up a good fight. it was a happy SRRR for us. girls team got 1st and the guys team got both 2nd and 3rd. *claps* i too want to play in s'pore river. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the finals, team lunch at this new cafe, pitstop. its something like settlers except that it is only 3 weeks old and is not very visible to the eyes of passer by. haha. and it turned out that the owner is a yr 3 student from nus arts. hurhur. best, we had the whole place to ourselves and got abit crazy playing cranium. laughing at all the humdingers and that play dough thingy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, db training in kallang. water time trial. i didn't really prepare myself mentally for this because its my first time trial, i don't know what to expect and its only my 3rd water training with the team since SRRR. its rather like, i didn't give myself any expectations hence i don't know what to feel about my timing. but, i know it could have been better la. its okay, not important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cox-ing is really interesting. i finally had a chance to cox. its not as tough as i thought it will be la. but, its quite a heavy responsibility. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after training, lunch in bugis. and after they left me, while heading home, i ventured into city chain. i actually gave up hope on looking for the white adidas watch already because it was sold out in all the branches. so, i went in to the shop, wanting to buy the green one. and then, i saw my white on display. *grins* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like, yay! my white adidas is here! but i was alone so i just had to contain my excitement. rahh. and i couldn't decide to buy white or green becasue i like both. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: i bought BOTH. green and white. yah, BOTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its stupid to buy 2 of the same kind, but it was on impulse and i had no one to ask for opinion. grrr. is that a good enough excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone commented that when i buy my car, and i can't decide on which colour to get, will i buy 2? thanks mark. i know you are dying to have a car but i obviously only can have 1. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canoe polo ifg publicity tmr, uh i mean today. come find me at forum and sign up for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;warning: if i happen to be very mean or not very tactful in my words. please don't take it too heart. but then again, due to certain reasons, thats me for you this sem. if you can't take sarcasm, then i suggest that you stay away. really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sem is gonna be a really big challenge for me but i promise i will try to be good and nice. TRY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113734700944516112?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113734700944516112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113734700944516112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113734700944516112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113734700944516112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-had-rather-good-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113709545583384129</id><published>2006-01-13T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T03:50:55.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was a good thing that cp training was cancelled. the weather just made me want to sleep in more. i love rainy days. but i don't like it when it forbids me to run and swim. RAHH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my mood has been down for the past few days due to lack of endorphins. haha. haven't had training since the last SRRR match last sat. so finally, had db land training today. the rain didn't allow us to run. was actually looking forward to a long run to kill all the thoughts in my mind. but never mind la. we did gym and circuits instead. i needed something more than that. something more xiong. but, damn the rain. anyway, i felt more of myself after training. like less moody, more crappy. conclusion: no trainings = no smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking, the team needs to be fitter than this. and i look forward to the day when the team is so fit that we can do everything given/thrown to us, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during circuits, there was a freak accident. hurhur, our dearest welfare, mei jie slipped while doing steps and hit her shin against the bricks. like, ouch. deep cut, deep dark red blood flowing out of the wound. then i, the first-aider, treated to her wound together with geoks, the expired first-aider. heh. cool shyte, i was never given a chance to practise my first aid skills till today. thanks meijie. *grins* and my prediction came right. she needed stitches. ouch. i hope meijie is feeling better now. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at clementi. then came an unexpected phone call from sebas. hey where are you, mark's driving want to go for supper? i was like, huh isn't he supposed to be in camp now. and supper when i just had dinner? hurhur. but then again, i just wanted to go for a spin so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they picked me up and as usual couldn't make up our mind on where to go. from bedok to geylang to arab street. ended up at this pretty 'exotic' place. some 24hrs arabic restaurant, nice settings, nice ambience. had weird food, unique desserts. haha. everything is just so different from what you usually get la. even the waiter there is like so different, think they are from arab too. asked for iced water, and they gave us iced mocha. and it cost like 7 bucks. lucky they took it back. hurhur. and the sisha there is so freaking cheap la, 14 bucks. so now we know where to go for sisha next time round. heh. not bad ah, something new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thank you mark for the spin, i must say that your driving has improved much since christmas eve. though my stomach is like churning now, i'm so sure its not becasue of your driving but it has to be those weird/funny/interesting arabic food we had. haha. i'm still quite amazed and impressed by how sebas managed to finish up that warm dessert with a 'quiet' taste. *laughs* and i think we need to bring jason on a real road trip so he won't mis-use the term next time round. *shrugs* funny people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its late, i should sleep but i'm not sleepy la. maybe i will read my south asian studies readings. its bloody thick. but spore politics is worse. both adds up to a good thickness of 5cm. and when i get my soci coursepack, i refuse to think about the amount of readings i will soon have to bury myself in. *mumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riiight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113709545583384129?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113709545583384129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113709545583384129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113709545583384129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113709545583384129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-was-good-thing-that-cp-training-was.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113696417830090507</id><published>2006-01-11T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:20:42.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i ain't in the best of mood these days. some of you may know why, some not. some may think they know, but they don't. i admit i'm a hard nut to crack, don't think you know me inside out because you don't. and the saddest truth is that, i don't even understand myself so what more you, you and you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smile you see, the laughter u hear, the little conversations i have with anyone. i find it all so hypocritical. like, i do it for the sake of it. its just me. that explains why i'm home like right after school today. i just don't feel like socializing. my world is full of myself, everything is about me, me and me. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel so disheartened each time i think about it. should i stay or should i go? the obligations and compulsions just kills it all. but, i still want something out of it. don't question me, or rather anyone else but yourself. really, just question yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found the reason why i busied myself so much. maybe not the whole reason, but part of it. and i realise i'm the biggest clown here. i can only laugh at myself in the end. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's my free day. but, cp training at 8.30am. meeting at 4.15pm. db training at 6.15pm. i've done it before so whats this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to friday. i need to unwind. k-lunching, retail therapy and absolutely pure nonsense with shmay and shray. hurhur. in case you are wondering why their names like that ah, tts the consequence of my bad typing. which resulted in the 3 of us having new names, and mine is, shng. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, my medicine is taking effect, i need to sleep. sleep my worries away, sleep my troubles away. as if i have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113696417830090507?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113696417830090507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113696417830090507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113696417830090507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113696417830090507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-aint-in-best-of-mood-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113683355823076506</id><published>2006-01-10T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T03:33:35.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bored. tired. drained. confused. lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;often i find myself caught in a situation in which i have no way out. either way, i lose out. i know that in life, you cannot always have the best of worlds, you don't always win and you don't always have things your way. ok, fine. accepted. but when you try so hard to get it fix but still nothing goes right for you, you can't help but start to question, what the hell am i doing. yah like seriously, WHAT ON EARTH AM I DOING. or rather, where's my purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've lost MY purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i want anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want so many things, i want to do so many things, i want to have so many things but i can't. its getting on my nerves. i hate it. and thats not it, not only i can't have them, i have to let some go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the words, 'what are you doing all these for?' rings in my head every now and then. its scary even when i think of it, because i always have a different answer for it. and it just scares the shit out of me and makes me want to run far far away and hide in a little hole down there. yah, i'm that humji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, i refuse to let everyone else see that side of me. so *ta-dah* you are more often than not greeted by the always 'happy' girl, qianyi. its just, sad huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its ok, i fall down and i stand up fast. fast enough so that no one knows i fell, fast enough to save me from embarassment. but the pain persists and recovers slow because i refuse to have anyone know about my injuries. i'm stubborn, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats me for you. take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back, i really miss those days back in school. i miss wearing my uniform, miss lining up for assembly, miss the thrill of skipping classes, miss getting into trouble, miss cutting queue in the canteen, and everything else. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on a very much lighter note, its a public holiday ah.&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA HAJI everyone and to my dearest kor, HAPPY 23rd BIRTHDAY MR FUNNY LIEW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still coughing and having a bad sore throat with a rather awful voice. what the hell is wrong with me. let me recover la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're right, i'm still stuck on you. but lets just leave it as that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113683355823076506?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113683355823076506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113683355823076506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113683355823076506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113683355823076506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/01/bored_10.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113670539956387413</id><published>2006-01-08T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T15:34:53.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm still sick. like, RAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday, the booze and mahjong night at sang's house was good. experimented with different types of alcohol, lots of crap, mahjong and err, scary events? hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love sang's house, she has got so many different types of drinks la. and snowball is my current favourite. haha. egg gin with sprite. and i conclude that the 4 of us are damn humji. and they will all tell you i am the biggest humji amongst the 4. RAHH. never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the damn freaky incident was that 2 mahjong tiles went missing. and we only discovered it after a few rounds of mahjong. and we just kept counting and counting until we scared the shit out of ourselves. in the end, we found the 2 5-balls tiles in the mahjong case. yes, laugh at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the 4 of us slept in the tv room at 5am only. and they were complaining that i had the most comfortable night because i had this big couch all to myself. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day, i had driving lesson so had to leave early. lucky can drive straight and didn't fall asleep. i'm good la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met up with TBC for dinner at marina bay. like, FINALLY ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on saturday, which was yesterday, SRRR. won NTU, lost SP. sighs. and that concluded team 2's SRRR season. out of the 4 games we played over the 3 weeks, won 2, lost 2. and for all the 4 games that i played, i felt that the first and the last game we played, was the best. i'm not sure about the rest, but for my last game against SP yesterday, i felt the pain. when the whistle blew, there were tears in my eyes. i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good fight. good game. bad referee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, i know team 1 will fight hard and play in the finals in singapore river on the 14th. and team 2 will be there to support them, just like how they did yesterday. NUS, whoosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts tmr. only one lecture for me on a monday, one on a tuesday, and 2 on a wednesday. ya 4 lectures because i'm taking a language. thats all. how slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to a new sem. i want to make sem 2 a good sem. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and out of pure boredom, i did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Choleric Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/choleric.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things.&lt;br /&gt;Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life.&lt;br /&gt;You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon.&lt;br /&gt;Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall.&lt;br /&gt;You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true. i like to take on challenges and make life difficult for myself. hurhur. like those who knows me very well, i always want to get what i cannot get. and i'm still like that. how ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it was my bad, that i had to see you that day. it made me realise how much i really miss you, and what hit me hard was that, i haven't gotten over you.&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/6681298-113670539956387413?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113670539956387413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113670539956387413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113670539956387413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113670539956387413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-still-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113645984173393859</id><published>2006-01-05T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T20:11:51.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boo. its the bidding period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say that my sem 2 is looking good. i managed to get my modules for just 1 point. and i almost got all that i wanted. ALMOST. some had to change last minute due to clash of timings. but still, better as compared to sem 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember sem 1 bidding was damn screwed up for me. i didn't get all 5 modules till 2nd week of school term. and the modules i took were through appeals and by scrolling up and down the modules list to look for unpopular 1 pt module. sucks. maybe that explains my lousy CAPS? haha. out of the 5 modules, only political science and psychology were what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem 2 is good. i got all 5 modules at the end of round 2 A. so much so that now i have to drop one module because i heard rumors about ps2102 and also because i was told not to pang sei someone for gen bio. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now its either i drop ps2102 or sn1101e. rahh. and that determines whether i have a free day on mon or thurs. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bidded for something that i just wanted to bid for fun. thai. haha. and i've no one taking thai with me! rahh. at least for my other modules, i roughly know who's taking it. but not thai. time to make new friends? or be a loner. we shall see. and oh there are 3 sessions of 2hr tutorials of thai in a week. goodness, imagine seeing the same strangers for 3 times a week.*slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week passed quite fast. had db training on monday morning, then celebrated my mum's birthday at some international seafood buffet restaurant, followed by cp training in the evening. that was my killer day. the buffet was good. like really good. all the seafood, sashimi, desserts and more. hurhur. the best was, the chocolate fondue machine. my sis and i walked there a good number of times. splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, i puked during training. in my coach's words, waste food, waste money, waste training. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was spent at dfac. bedok view sec 1 orientation camp. met ty early 6.45am at outram and trained down all the way to bedok view. *yawns* lots of new trainers, and a handful of trainers who used to do camps with me sometime ago. its amazing how we still share this certain 'mo4 qi4' even though we haven't seen each other for months. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course i collected my paycheque which was collecting dust since august 2005. i'm 400bucks richer now. considering the fact that i only did camp for a total of about 5 days in that 2 months, 400bucks is quite alot. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training today was really tiring. i almost wanted to die. want to communicate also hard. i;m having a REALLY bad sore throat. my voice is like, so husky? its just BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the shoutings at camp yesterday, plus lack of sleep plus i eat too much junk food. and am still eating them. heh. *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going over to sangsang's house in serangoon for some booze and mahjong with steph and amanda. the only 4 cp juniors. looking forward to see them get drunk. haha. i'm not evil. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have driving on friday morning. will i get caught for drink driving? i hope i don't have to drive straight road tmr then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dinner time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm in a pretty good mood today. *runs around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had ramly burger today. ok, out of point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nus rocks la, sorry my ntu darlings. i'm still having a holiday and lessons don't start proper till like, 23rd jan?&lt;br /&gt;*oops*&lt;br /&gt;but you know i still love you all right. haha. *hugs and kisses*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113645984173393859?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113645984173393859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113645984173393859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113645984173393859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113645984173393859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/01/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113612760462492020</id><published>2006-01-01T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:07:59.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*big hugs*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and everyone includes, you, you and you, the girls and boys, the young and old, the fat and thin, the pretty and ugly, the tall and short, and any combinations in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 is now history. like, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the empty words from previous entry, don't think i will give a summary of my 2005 because i don't see a need to. if you've been a part of my great 2005, smile and be honoured. and smile like you really mean it. no, i'm not being anal here. give a pat on your shoulder because you've survived me. the spoilt, pampered narcissitic brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank you all from the bottom of my heart, for putting up with my nonsensical nonsense, and my demanding demands. it has been hard on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i'm pretty sure that you guys are glad to have me around. nah, don't start shaking your head in denial. self-denial is not good. really. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart you all. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here, i present to you my 2006 top 3 resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top on the list : get the damned driving license, the passport to own a car. *beams* but, i got to freaking pass the advanced test, YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up : to juggle my commitments well. VERY WELL. 3 dragonboat races and canoe polo national championships next sem. not forgetting, my 3.5 CAPS. i am not giving up on any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly : to stick to my resolutions la. keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELLO 2006...&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/6681298-113612760462492020?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113612760462492020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113612760462492020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113612760462492020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113612760462492020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-2006-to-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113602729306324608</id><published>2005-12-31T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T19:08:13.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not in the best of mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lack of sleep, lack of money, lack of trust, lack of time, lack of luck, lack of this, that and these, everything. ok, maybe i'm just being spoilt. but, RAHH. i need to whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ministry of sound yesterday with me, my darlings and i. queue was eff-ing long. we cut queue becasue they already have their hall mates there. so we just waited for about half an hour or so. and in we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: i don't like mos. i still prefer zouk on a wed. really. considering that amount of drinks i had yesterday, i was perfectly sane. maybe my power up-ed. ya, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabbed back to their hall, and had 5 of us squeezed into 2 beds. slept at like 4 plus and *dang* woke up at 8.45 to make my way down to sp for a match. didn't even felt like i slept la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired tired tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;match against TP. LOST. probably this explains why i'm in such a foul mood.&lt;br /&gt;it was a really tought fight. but, i'm not giving any excuses la. trained down to suntec to meet my db girls afetr match. ben &amp; jerry treat from our coach. splendid. *rubs tummy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY hate defeat. i don't like to LOSE. we will fight back harder and take it all back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimme a few days, i'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this will be my new yr resoulution: qy shall learn to accept defeat. smile at what you've gained from it, not frown at what you've lost. *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when im in a foul mood, talk to me at own risk. because i will sound so anal you won't be able to take it. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much party-ing. i want to spend my last day of 2005 just like that. no, not being anti-social or a party-pooper or whatever la. i want to do what i want. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 has been one of my best year so far. i've learnt so much, done so much. will give a brief summary of my wonderful 2005 when my mind is clearer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113602729306324608?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113602729306324608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113602729306324608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113602729306324608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113602729306324608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-so-drained.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113579371156290657</id><published>2005-12-29T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T02:15:11.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*beeeeg smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas lasts for 12 days. *beams* and i'm enjoying every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't deny that this has got to be my best chrsitmas so far. starting from christmas eve, all the way till now all has been good. just oh-so-very-good. heh. and i believe it will only get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canoe polo xmas party on tues. AWESOME is an understatement. it was waaay cool. you've got to be there to really know what i mean. street fighters VS geeks/bad boys. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the NUS CANOE POLO TEAM - street fighters, geeks &amp; bad boys.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/320/f0e3eb20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;had db training before the party. has been a long time since i see the db girls. miss them sooo much. aww. will be back to join you guys soon ok! i know you guys missed me lots too. really. *hides face*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;town-ed today. bought a nike bag. so chio, i like. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fish and co was good. thanks kor for the treat. next sem, i will earn it. you wait. *grins*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;watched narnia with the odac guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;coincidentally, like last year around this period of time i met up with them to catch meet the fockers. at ps too and it was a late show, and i was the only girl and, zhongchou weren't with us again. except this time round he waited for us to finish the movie because he has already watched it. good boy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thanks jo and amanda for the racing goggles, its damn nice la. i like. *beams*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lots of wonderful memories for me this christmas, great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NUS canoe polo girls team - SRRR qualifying rounds on christmas eve.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/320/f0e181df.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;canoe polo training in another like 6hrs time? time to sleep. *yawns*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm hooked on polo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113579371156290657?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113579371156290657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113579371156290657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113579371156290657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113579371156290657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/12/beeeeg-smile-christmas-lasts-for-12.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113552278823797128</id><published>2005-12-25T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:10:13.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello one and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since i blog, so much so that i don't know where to begin. much has happened in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trainings, friendly matches, SRRR, meet-ups, trainings, ktv, trainings, zouk, trainings, sleep overs, trainings, shopping, trainings... ya you get the idea. basically, lots of trainings. the rest were done in before or after trainings. totally drained out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zouk was good. great company! i can never get enough of my darlings. enough said. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRRR yesterday. xmas eve. one match. and we won it. GOOD JOB GIRLS!&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to our promised treat. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;let's fight hard for our upcoming matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after SRRR, headed down to rendy's place for xmas dinner. the food was overwhelming. really. thanks rendy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to lixing's place after that for a odac gathering. pretty coincidental how i manage to bump into a few friends on my way there. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was really a surprise to see andrey alif ong while making my way to lixing's place. haha. i thought i would have to make my way in alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched SAW. gross, sickening show. as though the drinks and great amount of food i had weren't enough to induce this puking sensation in me. arghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, the 5 of us went to get supper for the rest of the people in the house. uray, lixing, mark, zijian and me. lixing's parents were away, they left the car in the garage, keys in the room. so, ya. need i elaborate more. haha. mind you, none of us had a driving license except mark. he got it on tuesday. and there was no p plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheap thrill right. but who cares. once the car moved off, we knew it's gonna be a crazy ride, because the first u-turn that he made was such a sharp one that it got us falling onto one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off we sped. got nasi-lemak for everyone. and no, we didn't head back straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the intended spin ended up really really exciting. sped along the stretch of road from jalan bahar all the way in. and we sped past a group of tango papa. in case you are wondering, yes traffic polices. don't know why the guys came up with that term. anyway, thats when we started getting really worried and wanted to find our way out of the never ending stretch of road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired to find our way out by going into a small road and because we were quite humji, the 5 of us screamed at the sight of a scarecrow. it was really scary la. no cars except us. road with many turns and badly dimmed street lights, with long un-trimmed grasses. goodness. and it was ard 2am in the early morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was not the end, there was a point in time when we were going staright all the way but we kept seeing the same 2 signboards that says NEO TEW CRES and Sungei buloh nature reserve. 3 times! damn freaky la. like stuck at that same place kind of thing? omg. i was really perspiring. haha. and i thought it was something like scary movie. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because we wanted to avoid the tps, we ended up in kranji. the expressways were really confusing and we landed up in upper thomson some how, when lixing's place is all the way in lakeside. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tps la, made us embarked on such a exhilating ride on xmas day from 1am all the way to 3am. but it was a really breath taking ride. *breathes* and yes i puked after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mushrooms, strands of spaghetti, minced meat, red sauce, disintegrated cakes. wah really cannot take it la. it was a super yucks puke. can still taste the tomato sauce and wine. hurhur. and i realised the mushrooms were from my lunch during SRRR. weak stomach after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at ard 5am, woke up and headed down to school for? TRAINING. and yes, we took the chance again, mark drove the girls out. eunice to ntu, uray to dover, and me to nus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha thanks mark! it was a good thing you kept your calm last night. well done ah, great training for you right. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so my stomach is still weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after training, i was so drained i cabbed home, and slept till dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally no strength to do anything la, that explains why i am blogging on a christmas night with wong uray at the same time. if you think that my description not good enough can go read her entry. i suppose her's is more detailed because she kept asking me whats that road called and what is this and that.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, all energy used up on early christmas morning made me so nua now.  *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was one of my most exciting christmas ever. SUPERB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i need to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113552278823797128?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113552278823797128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113552278823797128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113552278823797128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113552278823797128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113438264539233588</id><published>2005-12-12T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:26:14.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still under local anaesthetic. right side of my mouth is still numb. rahh. i just had my wisdom tooth extracted. like, ouch. and its freaking me out. so much blood! i don't know how to replace the gauze nicely. eeeyucks. i hope i don't faint anytime soon. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dentist says its really bad. got some don't know what infection and the gum around that wisdom tooth is swollen. oh well. i lived with it for 2D1N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busted 169bucks. but, from my mum's wallet. heh. anyway, i'm feeling abit sick. both. mentally and physically. and so i present you, qianyi's first extracted top right wisdom tooth. i asked to keep it. haha. *tadah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/1600/tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/320/tooth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;my wisdom tooth. 121205.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, accompanied with many many tablets and pills and some antiseptic mouthwash. not cough syrup la. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green &lt;/span&gt;colour. wonder what flavor it is. maybe green tea? right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/1600/IMG_0448.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/320/IMG_0448.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;my antibiotics, painkillers and mouthwash.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrible terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who's back. back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that persistent throbbing headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been visiting me since start of kelong trip. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelong trip in some part of malaysia with my db girls for 2D1N. mahjong, food, food, food and popping of panadol extra pills. if not for that irritating wisdom tooth which comes with a super annoying headache, i would have enjoyed myself more. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like back to basics condition but didn't really bother me much. i've been to worse. haha. this is not bad already. just that i still won't and will do certain things. like, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took lots of photos of me myself and i by my personal photographer before dinner. was just me, cherylene and rendy at the other end of kelong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with rendy and cherylene snapping away, and me asking for narcissistic shots. haha.&lt;br /&gt;whats new right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest were playing mahjong. i couldn't stay there for long because my head was spinning with all the noise. so the 3 of us went over to the other side. not that i was being anti-social. yah, like since when am i one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come, lemme present you one not bad shot. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;boing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its abit spastic but quite nice right. haha. i complement my photographer, rendy. then the 3 of us sat down at one corner and started singing all sorts of what-have-you songs. and i guess the songs we sang kinda brought back many memories for each one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a good reflective quiet time then. big big hug to cherylene and rendy. *squishes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to join the rest, and i started to feel that throbbing pain in my gums and in my head again. and like, RAHH. shall not elaborate. terrible plus horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napping in my hammock was therapeutic. brings me back to those camp instructor days. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, the kelong trip was good. i had fun with the girls and i had my own quiet time to look back. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day before kelong, out with my darlings! haha. like finally, after 16280723yrs. played pool, had fish and co, walked around, crapped, sinned at bakers inn, gossiped, bitched, and everything. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the day before that, was ktv-ing with tbc, and i guess the highlight was later in the night. haha. vodka, heineken, jim bean on the house. yah, my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, fucktards eat egg tarts. hor? and alphabetically speaking, i shall not elaborate further. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i thik it time for me to really really set my heart into playing canoe polo for now, and not let other distractions come between me and trainings. SRRR is coming and i need to pull up my socks. i've skipped enough trainings. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ENOUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all for the very much appreciated encouragements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i gave a few of you a shock when i sniff sniff earlier on. heh. just that everything came to me suddenly. like woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, this is a long post. shall go catch up on my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cp training tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yucks, i'm still biting on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gauze. change already, still so much blood. *faints*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113438264539233588?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113438264539233588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113438264539233588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113438264539233588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113438264539233588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/12/frowns-im-still-under-local.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113397750075108646</id><published>2005-12-08T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T01:45:00.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not lousy. i'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with my darling uray on tuesday. another round of pool soon? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost my posb atm card. i don't know when and how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with joanna for dinner and walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cycled to school just now for canoe polo meeting. i don't know why, but i feel good after the meeting. at least, i feel more involved. i'm going to perform my best at training in about another 7 hrs time? hurhur. pool slot at 8.30am and gym training after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor legs haven had enough rest from that condemned marathon yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad picked me and my heartbreaker up after the meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel good. time to kick some ass. qianyi is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to everyone concerned, i'm feeling better now. no more lousy me. i'm good. i'm good. i'm good. too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i need to psych myself up for training later la. i'm good. very very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contemplating whether to get a personal paddle not. 'neighbour' says he can fix me a training paddle for 200bucks. hmm, yes or no. or should i go for the branded double dutch paddle which will cost as much as my heartbreaker. *ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, time to sleep. need to sleep so i can dribble well, sprint well, shoot well, defend well, attack well, tackle well, in short, PLAY WELL. of course of course. i will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, time to meditate and visualize. the things i do in db. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its 8.30am, you're applying your sunblock as the training schedule for the day is listed out, then you walk into shed to get your boat and paddle, followed by setting up the pool, and then you get into boat and start warm up laps, then .......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs to bed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113397750075108646?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-6681298.post-113380180037702711</id><published>2005-12-06T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T02:08:56.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel super lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 6pm, i was contemplating whether to go for training or not. not because i'm lazy, rather, i don't feel like i'm in a good condition to perform well during training and i promised to have dinner with my family today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i went down for training. yes my dad fetched me to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4km time trial. my timing sucks big time. 12.48, what kind of lousy shyte is that. i still have the energy to sprint my 200m, obvioulsy shows that i could have given more during the previous rounds. the only thing i used to console myself was, well you just did a full marathon the day before. but then again, lousy is lousy stop giving yourself excuses. arghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was not it. pool slot for me, was the worst time i had in canoe polo so far. my passing sucks, shooting sucks, dribbling sucks, sprinting sucks, everything sucks. feel like shyte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"look where you are shooting!"&lt;br /&gt;"take your opponent now!"&lt;br /&gt;"come on, mark your opponent!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got shouted at by the seniors almost once every 10mins. like RAHH. i'm trying my best but i don't know what the hell is wrong with me. i was really so fustrated with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the game against nus team 1, i felt like i was the weakest link. correction: i am the weakest link. the sprints, dribbles and drills drained me out totally. i felt so useless during the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while chasing loose ball, someone's paddle hit me and i got a cut on my thumb. then, a ball came and hit me hard on my helmet. next while attacking, another person rammed into me and hit me hard on my right side, i lost my footing on the footrest and it was like ouch. double ouch. i was so on the verge of crying. i felt like an asshole playing in the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it off, i was screamed and shouted at. but no i'm not complaining. i deserved it because i simply wasn't doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i really wonder why do i put myself through all these. trainings after trainings, runs after runs. having to listen to my mum's constant naggings, all the shin splints and loose ankles and etc. the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my mum, i'm just so sorry that i'm not the kind of girl that you will wish i am. i'm just different. you can continue to nag at me, i will still do what i want to do. you can nag at me after every trainings, i will still carry on with it. you don't have to give me your full support in everything that i do, you don't have to reward me for training hard, you don't have to smile at me when i come back home after a long day. but i don't need you to nag at me after a lousy training session, after a full marathon, after a really long and tiring day, after a bad day when everyone seems to be against me. you don't have to rub it in and worsen it. can't you see that i'm already feeling so down and all i need is a little love, at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to pull up my socks and prove to everyone that i'm a good player. i have less than 3 weeks to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not be the weakest link and i don't want to be the player that causes the team to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i say before, its just not me to throw in the towel and say, i quit. i will work doubly hard just to get to that level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will go down to pc to brush up my skills, techniques, rolls and whatever. i will earn the recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall down and stand up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/1600/762517768.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/320/762517768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyway, i'm like oh-so-jealous because my tbc were out having fun when i was out there training. you guys should have have seen my face. totally a no smile at all. rahh. i also want to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113380180037702711?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113380180037702711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113380180037702711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, everyone's looking for a job now. but i guess i'm rather lucky. heh.&lt;br /&gt;jobs are looking for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't intend to work this vacation due to db trainings, cp trainings and i want to spend more time with my darlings and family before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, everyone is calling me up asking if i want to take this school for camps, take this school for kayaking and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. i can't help but ask for a better deal if not i won't do it. erm, sounds wrong. but yah you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one deal clinched last night. haha. one and a half day for 145bucks. but if i were to rope in another person it would be 120 each. hmm. oh yah, rendy its your school, SAC asking for me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go nap before training. heh. see how i die later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113368546946166212</id><published>2005-12-04T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T16:37:49.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i completed a full marathon few hours ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its nothing la, but hell am i proud of myself even though i didn't run the whole 42.195km. the run was horrbile, torturous and super demanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at a point of time, i felt like i was a sadist puting myself through something which i've never done before. hurhur. i swear i'm not ever going to run a FULL marathon ever ever again. really. its just too, much. i couldn't even walk properly after the whole damn run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started off at esplanade, then all the way into marina south and out and back to esplanade and on the whole stretch of ecp to and fro and back to padang. like i don't ever want to go thru it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning was still ok, i did about 12km plus with much ease but after that, it was like walk run walk run until a point i couldn't even run at all. from my back to my groin to my knee and down to my troublesome ankle, i expereienced all the kinds of pain and strains i never really had before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and best, nice watery blisters at my toe awaiting to be burst soon. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw so many of my friends la. cool. like suddenly u hear a, jiayou qianyi. turn around and see some familiar face. haha. i love surprises. nice nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was so demoralising because i wasn't even close to the middle pack i think. started off quite late because some don't know who took quite some time to get ready and we didn't even had enough time for a good warm-up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i feel really bad for slowing gm down la. thanks hor, here's what you asked for in return. your, '1000words tribute'. nah. here you go. [ 1000 words tribute ] ok not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that met geoks around the 34km mark i think, and i joined her to complete the remaining distance. we both were like cursing and swearing la. damn funny. counting down to the amount of distance left and decided to run in at the 100m mark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, walking wasn't a easy thing to do k. the knees and calfs completely nua-ed. every step you take is just so not easy. like omg, i never felt this way before la. but thank god for those crazy odac trainings i had in cj, i managed to complete it. because afterall, i've walked so much, ran so much, done so much, climbed so much. what is 42km. right. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt like giving up but then its like, come on lor, you've already ran 20km, just half down only. then when you reach the 30km mark, hey you've already ran so much just 10km more only and you've done it before. and thats what kept me going and going and going, till the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so proud of myself for finishing it. that has got to be my best 7hrs this year. somehow, it just sums up my 2005 year. all the mixed emotions that went thru within me, all the friends that i saw and all the talking to myself. rahh. good race. but won't do it again. maybe not anytime soon. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year, half-marathon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i over estimated myself like totally. my first ever marathon and its a full one. i'm still quite amazed at how i managed to complete it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go stretch properly and get a well deserved rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well done girl. haha. ok, i'm praising myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot ah? hard work k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113368546946166212?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113368546946166212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113368546946166212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113368546946166212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113368546946166212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113362828697137164</id><published>2005-12-04T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T00:44:47.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>retail therapy rocks my socks. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at kenny rogers with gm. thanks kor. see, i'm so appreciative right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then cabbed down to sch for db meeting. some thrashing out session. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i just felt that we were on different frequencies, different wavelengths, which resulted in some unhappiness and frictions amongst ourselves plus, another person la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a rather tension tension kind of atmosphere and it seems like most of us had our own point of view and were very persistent about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, i shouldn't have voiced out certain things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i felt like every rebuttals came in my way. i certainly didn't had that kind of intention when i raised it up la. but believe it or not, i just wanted the team to improve. and i thought that was a small stepping stone towards a bigger goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myabe, i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, on a lighter note. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to swim after the meeting while the rest of them went to run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to bugis for dinner and ta-dah, finally managed to spend some money. hurhur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but i always feel so rejuvenated and high after buying stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was like the only idiot who was on a constant high because the tbc minus amanda didn't really splurge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time, when you all get your paycheques, and have all the ka-ching ka-ching, we shall go embark on another retail therapy. and we do it together, because we have *hit the stomach*. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that walking around, we finally settled down at rochor tau-huey! *drools* i still want more more more la. hurhur. bc still owe me one. hint hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, gossip gossip and i tell you, that joanna was really being a bimbo la. haha. her actions and expressions were like, OMG. super hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nannyjo with all the hands movements and bitching tones, i can just flip and die laughing at her. haha. but still, my darling may is, champion. she wins hands-down. like totally. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uray eunice may dani, i want pigging out session soon. i want i want i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesh, i'm running a full marathon, 42.195km. in like another, 5hrs time. and my dad's being a real darling by offering to drive me down. yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can hear voices saying, you spoilt pampered kid. rahh. so what if i am. i like ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i hope i can catch up and not get abandoned by someone. haha. it sucks to run alone la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blinks blinks. my virgin full marathon in 5 hrs time. how exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number tag: 4275 &lt;br /&gt;name: koh wei ping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm running under a guy's name. i hope i don't emabarass that him. hmph. show you how powerful i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a start maybe i'll just aim for below 4hrs 45mins la. is it too ambitious or too slack? don't know and don't care. will just aim to run and not walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bonus if can overtake a few guys la. haha. squash their ego. *evil grins*&lt;br /&gt;p/s: not referring to you la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i better go sleep like. NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall meditate and do a marathon simulation before i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;walking towards the starting line, take in deep breaths. then, *BANG*. run run run, running running, as fast i can, (yah you know that no doubt running song).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, not funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113362828697137164?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113362828697137164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113362828697137164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113362828697137164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113362828697137164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/12/retail-therapy-rocks-my-socks.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113354184687389502</id><published>2005-12-02T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T01:15:05.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a rather good day today.&lt;br /&gt;rather un-planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose to meet up with amanda in school but it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we met up with joanna, ziwei, sharon, yirang and angeline at marina south. they were bowling there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took my heartbreaker down for a spin. heh. quite exciting after a long time. the adrenaline rush, the almost crash into a car kind of feeling, and having the wind blow against you. fantastic. my heartbreaker simply took my breath away. *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cycled down from home to marina south to meet them, ran around in marina south witht hem, then cycled down from marian south to funan to get my standard chartered marathon race tag from my friend. then cycled back to lau pa sat to meet up with them for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like peak hour la. all the cars and buses. horrible. i won't deny that i was quite scared. haha. but then again, it was all so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at lau pa sat was so-so la. ate quite a lot. satays, oysters, murtabak, hokkien mee, rojak and blah blah blah. maybe that was all. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked down to esplanade to sit down and gossip. what we do best. though its not a full tbc attendance, thats why not so extreme. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed home ard late 10pm, and i started to rain halfway, like RAHH. so i decided to be pampered and spoilt, since thats what my parents prefer their baby girl to be. (sense the sarcasm) i called my dad, and he picked me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah, my mum was damn paranoid la. she was so afraid that something would happen to me when i'm cycling. like, hello i'm 19yr old and i can take care of myself. so she called my dad and whined to him about how dangerous and blah blah blah. so they kept calling me to check on me. *roars* really cannot take it. i'm a BIG kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and best thing was, my mum said i can only cycle in the park! ha ha. i don't know to laugh or to cry la. *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puh-lease, i'm no longer that small little girl la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm running a full marathon on sunday. yes, A FULL MARATHON. 42KM. hurhur. i'm so gonna die and pun-cek at the 20km mark because thats the longest distance i've ever ran. but 50km is the longest distance i've ever walked. and the above 2 were accomplised when i was in odac, 2 yrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck. thank you. very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, amanda and i are like one set la. like come together in a package kind. haha. why, we both realised today that, we both had our 'thing' today morning, and we have one big ugly irritating pimple at the same spot and, and and the previous few times when we discovered the same thing but i can't remember now. *grins* how interesting. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running in sch tmr morning with a few of them, then there's a db meeting at 2pm. yay, can't wait to see the girls. haha. but it has only been a week la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qianyi needs to buck up and be good because she's skipping training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm hungry, type till hungry already. shall go hunt for food in the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*growls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's my heartbreaker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/1600/59_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/400/59_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an infatuation, 01-12-05.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113354184687389502?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113354184687389502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113354184687389502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113354184687389502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113354184687389502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-had-rather-good-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113343979629420707</id><published>2005-12-01T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T20:23:16.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just bought something on impulse.&lt;br /&gt;i just busted my 500bucks on that.&lt;br /&gt;i just did it like that without any considerations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went down, glance through the displays, saw the one that caught my eyes, test test, ask price, then, ok i will take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah, slap me please. i really don't know waht came over me. i didn't even compare prices, didn't even ask for a good bargain. it was just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i got myself a mountain bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall uplaod that pic when they deliver it to me. &lt;br /&gt;i will learn to love my bike and take good care of it. i will not let anyone take it away from me. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be pampered, spoilt, stubborn or whatever. but its not my fault that i want to have things this way. i didn't ask to get all these, i didn't ask for anything. i'm sorry if i've offended anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent my day alone today. something that i will want to do once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may have many friends, or rather acquaintances, or alliances. whichever. i have lots of hi-bye friends, but how many good friends do i really have, the kind that really know me inside out, the kind that has gone through a hell lot with me and has seen me change from worse to bad, bad to good. or rather, bad to not bad. i'm not that narcissistic after all, although uray will claim so. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be that cheerful, noisy, irritaing, crazy girl in front of everyone. entertaining everyone but there are times when i like to keep to myself and spend my time alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see why there's a need to fuss over me being alone and everything. does being alone means something has happened to me or i'm not in a good mood. perphaps, yes to a certain extent, but no to a larger extent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afterall someone who keeps alot to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can get quite tiring, having to entertain people at times, having to put on a smile on your face when you don't have a reason to, and having to live up to other's expectation of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i'm alright. don't ask if i'm ok because i am. i just feel like ranting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that regatta is over, i thought i can take a breather from all that trainings and stress. but, hell was i wrong. i'm soon to embark on intensive canoe polo trainings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, because i'm in the line up for team 2 in SRRR. i didn't know and never thought, that, i will stand a chance to play in the team. because of my lousy attendace, i never thought that i will be in the line up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm in, i can do nothing but to give my best, and to prove my worth in the team just like in the boat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not an all-juniors team, there are seniors in the team. and the seniors are pro. i cannot and will not be the weakest link in the team. because, the strength of the team, depends on the weakest link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, there are 9 names in the team, and only the best 5 will play and the rest will sub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i there just to make up the numbers? the same question suraface yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRRR 1st qualifying rounds on the 24th, christmas eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113343979629420707?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113343979629420707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113343979629420707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113343979629420707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113343979629420707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-bought-something-on-impulse.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113328991190797853</id><published>2005-11-30T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T02:48:39.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*grins*&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my very own blogskin, like finally. but plagerise abit here and there la. i'm not that pro right. haha. but for my standard its considered not bad can. gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in time to come, it will be better. &lt;br /&gt;i quote my odac teacher mr issac lim, "good is good, but better is better." &lt;br /&gt;of course of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today marks my first day of holiday. *throw books and notes into the air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the day lazing around. went for a 5km run then swam my 30laps in 45mins again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those still mugging, HANG IN THERE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fellow tbc chairman, rendy: freedom in a few hrs time for you! then its tbc meet up session! *hur* i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my narcissistic kor, gm: just one last paper for you after today! last charge already. heh. cheer up ok? Ah ba lou gu hou! *nudge*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a major bitching online session this morning with my fellow partner in boat, amanda. its like, wah! wth! omg! and etc. can't wait till tbc session in a few hrs time when the tbc-ians unite. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, we've decided to meet up on 1 3 5 to do runs, do gym, swim and all sorts. yay! and we will have days when we go rock climbing, wind surfing, kayaking, cycling and what have you. i'm getting all so excited. i can't wait. haha. and i really hope it will be as planned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first session will be on friday at 5pm. meeting in src squash court. anyone interested to join amanda and i can just drop us a sms or call us! the more the merrier. hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait to go crazy with my darlings in ntu!! like RAHH. finally we can meet up after being separated for so long. girls night out! mambo night! pig-ing out sessions! i can s-mell it! *screams* may i can't wait to laugh at you la!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy and happy and happy. i can't sleep! *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving lesson tmr, having not touched the wheels for so long, i wonder if i'll  do the car any harm. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my post is so random. why. because its so late and my flow of thoughts is not er, flowing properly? like duh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, time to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*off to lalaland, hello zzz monster!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks, can't you post like a 19yr old girl. stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113328991190797853?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113328991190797853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113328991190797853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113328991190797853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113328991190797853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/11/grins-im-so-proud-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113319617759744525</id><published>2005-11-28T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T03:36:28.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my last paper today. i didn't study for it at all. and i'm gonna say this even though i don't like to say it, i hope i will PASS. I will really be contented with a PASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Regatta 2005. End of Semester 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regatta 2005 - my most memorable race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really overwhelmed by my superbly mixed emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i want to thank my darlings, eunice and yuerui for coming down to support me. it really made me feel so loved when i hear the oh-so-familiar "meh!" and "siao!". *big hugs* and i was really so touched to hear that you girls were very proud of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just pains me so much to think about the IVP race. like *ouch* it really hurts. we had a great start, great maintenance, good long hard strokes, a perfect coxwain, steady pacers, awesome rowers. it was really an honour for me to be part of the boat. nothing more that i could ask for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy, Yirang, Boon Chin, Geoks, Wenya, Grace, Angeline, Weiling, Raine, Zhen Yi, Lijun, Amanda(my fellow partner). Thank you for believing in me, for trusting in me and for giving me the confidence that i never had in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those on shore, thank you for all the jiayou, hugs, and all the pat on the back. And my TBC, thank you for the encouragements and making me have faith in myself. I really hope i didn't let anyone of you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IVP race, was our last race set for Regatta 2005. We all wanted it badly. Really badly. We wanted so much to make everything worthwhile. All the trainings we had, food ban, the weekends that we burnt, the sacrifices we made, all just for this race. I swear the whole boat rowed our hearts out, for the whole team, NUS dragonboat team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Nus, Lane 5. &lt;br /&gt;"KE BARISAN". &lt;br /&gt;Yirang and i gave one stroke forward. &lt;br /&gt;"PADDLES READY. READY AND GO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off we go. "POWER!" GOOD 10 LONG HARD POWERFUL STROKES. GREAT STARTS.&lt;br /&gt;from starts, to up-pace, to up 10, to maintenance, we pulled the water with all we have, and at the half way mark, WE WERE LEADING. &lt;br /&gt;Boon chin shouted, " WE ARE LEADING! TRUST ME!"&lt;br /&gt;with that, we pulled even harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, we felt the boat rocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that moment, the whole boat just pushed on and fought back, holding on to the other boats and we made sure they didn't get away from us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so close. So near, yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate river taxis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after yesterday, i thought i would have gotten over it and come back stronger next year. nothing, but stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read bc's post about the race set. and i actually teared. I couldn't help but feel the injustice, the anger, the lost and the pity. tears simply welled up in my eyes as i read every word. the race set was still so clear and vivid in my mind, totally unforgettable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bc, its so heart wrenching to know that you want the best for us. the effort u made to enable us to have a good start, the calls u made during the race, and the attempt you made in asking the starter to not carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUS db girls, we will get back at them. They gave us shyte, its only fair that we give it back to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113319617759744525?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113319617759744525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113319617759744525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113319617759744525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113319617759744525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-had-my-last-paper-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113300680913701555</id><published>2005-11-26T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T20:15:58.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/1600/IMG_0115%281%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/200/IMG_0115%281%29.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quite like this picture. my fellow camp instructor took it while i was stealing a nap while the campers rushed off to shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture tells many things. plus my old and trusted asics kayano 10 just makes this picture so, *speechless*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon my senseless ramblings. i haven't blogged for days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEY! go and mug now, GO AWAY la. GO MUG MUG MUG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113300680913701555?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113300680913701555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113300680913701555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113300680913701555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113300680913701555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-quite-like-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113300280601467067</id><published>2005-11-26T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T19:00:06.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm blogging like, after a week? exam week la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't run or swim for like more than 2 weeks because of exams. and i couldn't live another day not running and swimming. so, after my ps paper, i did 30laps in abt 45mins, and 2.4km in 12:22 (thanks to gm korkor who insist that i should mention him since he helped me in 12:22 and will help me break 12min). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not very impressive, but this is the result of not training for 2 weeks or more. and not to forget, sleeping at 4am and waking up at 8am to mug. i don't live mugging. i live running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not done with my exams yet. down to the last one on monday. Psychology. yay. and very looking forward to rochor tau huey on monday, as promised by boon chin. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papers so far, are like don't know what to say. just hope to get a decent cap. might have to kiss goodbye to 3.5 which also meant a treat from gm korkor. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;but all's not LOST yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qianyi's principle : confessing = YOU LOST A BATTLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, you never hear me walk out of exam hall saying, " shit, i'm so going to fail."&lt;br /&gt;or things like "I will fail for this paper" before entering the exam hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to confess my fear. Even if i know i won't do well or whatever, i will just keep quiet and forget about it. And keep those nasty little negative thoughts out of my mind. like, GET OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no comments for the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regatta Day 1. TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had macs breakfast, which i could not finish. think during exam period, my stomach shrank or something. I will learn how to finish my food soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First event for me was women open heat. &lt;br /&gt;I was in NUS TEAM A for that set. and suddenly, i felt rather pressured. Like seriously, in terms of rowing, i don't really trust myself as much. I never thought of myself as a good and up-to-standard rower after Tianjin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, if i were put in to row a set. i will be like, maybe there's not enough rower or the better ones are tired. Up till now, i still think of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never like tt la. In other aspects, i'm a confident person. Running, swimming, any sports, i always know i'm good at it. but for rowing, its different. WHY huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i must think that i'm good and know i'm good. but i still can't find that little ego in me to say i'm a good rower because i just don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give all my 100% and execute my strokes but i always think that i'm still not good enough. WHY huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i was put into the IVP boat. amanda and i were the only pair of juniors rowing.&lt;br /&gt;1 word, STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, i don't know why am i put into that boat. I know i will give my best, pull long, recover fast and stuffs. but... WHY huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i good or am i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think one of the few reason is because you cannot access your rows unlike your runs and swims. when you run or swim, your timing tells you that you are good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need that confidence in rowing too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should start thinking myself as a good rower, then i will be good. like, ha ha. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regatta Day 2. Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self GOAL : TRUST YOURSELF AND KNOW YOU ARE GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;team GOAL : ROW TOGETHER, WIN TOGETHER. let the rest kiss our ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUS, AI ZAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*off to mug*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113300280601467067?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113300280601467067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113300280601467067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113300280601467067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113300280601467067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-blogging-like-after-week-exam-week.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113224940726494112</id><published>2005-11-18T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T01:43:27.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been very lazy.&lt;br /&gt;My exams starts next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first paper is on Monday. Eeeecons. yucks. stupid, why did i even take this module when i know nuts about econs. the only reason i took this was because it cost me only 1 freaking bidding point. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st-Economics. *roars*&lt;br /&gt;22nd-Geography. *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;24th-English Language. *don't mention*&lt;br /&gt;25th-Political Science. *A, nothing less*&lt;br /&gt;28th-Psychology. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, i've got regatta race sandwiched between my much loved modules. 26th and 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to score for my ps paper. and you too, psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest too la. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been mugging. not very hard. &lt;br /&gt;no one can help me la, so no use whining about how badly i need to study and yada yada yak yak yak. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not studying. i'm not studying.&lt;br /&gt;i'm stoning, slacking, dreaming, eating, sleeping, crapping, anything but STUDYING. *grrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the freaking exams to end. i want to do so many things. badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like seriously, i haven't been running running and swimming for more than a week. aren't you people proud of me. heh. forgive me if i'm not sane during this period of time. i haven't been living routinely. i live running. *hur*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need/want/have to mugrunswim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113224940726494112?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113224940726494112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113224940726494112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113224940726494112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113224940726494112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-been-very-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113081017370048397</id><published>2005-11-01T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T09:56:16.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A day of rest is very much appreciated, don't have to drag my lazy arse outta the bed early in the morning to attend morning lectures, only to find myself drooling away when the lecturer is rambling away. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepavali rocks la. I got a 3 day break, thanks to tuesday wednesday and thursday. haha. and oh, friday too? no more lectures already what. but got to attend RP at 2pm. RAHH. that will be my last RP because i've completed all my 12 credits! *claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, RP is part of my Psychology module and it contributes 6 marks to my final paper. RP is some experiment thing, but we, students are being experimented on. We do dumb things. The best deal i had was, 20bucks from a 1hr session. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so crappy la. help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm not right. I woke up at 6.15am this morning. Yes, 6.15am. *rubs eyes* 6.15 am on a public holiday, on a much awaited no-sch day, on a tuesday with no 8am lecture. HA HA HA. You tell me whats wrong la, i can wake up at this ungodly hour on a holiday but i can't do it on nomral school days. slap me please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up with the intention to mug mug mug. but, i'm blogging here. haiya, i'm just taking a break can. Political Science rocks my socks la. I so want to score this badly. *smiles* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training at 4pm later. whee. I want to run till i drop dead and feel good about it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advanced theory test tmr. i'm gonna pass it. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies, then i got abit bored just now and attepmted some dumb quiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/googly/1063540710_eijtpcrest.gif" border="0" alt="CHIJ"&gt;&lt;br&gt;CHIJ&lt;br /&gt;You scream for your school at any opportunity and&lt;br&gt;for some strange reason you love your school to&lt;br&gt;no end. You wear your belt so low that ACS&lt;br&gt;boys' pants would be considered high (yeah.&lt;br&gt;oh.. my..god)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/googly/quizzes/Wad%20girl's%20school%20should%20you%20be%20from%3F/"&gt; Wad girl's school should you be from?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah la yah la, can hear some pple saying "yah what, you typical ij kid with the so-easily-can-tell convent face." *glares* i'm proud to be a convent girl can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in my blue pinafore again la. I want to burn more of teefy's hairband in the lab, runaway from teachers who wants to yak yak yak at my belt and socks (i was trained to run back then), drive teachers up the wall, bitch like mad with see ean, go to school late with cheok xueting, get lots of love from vanessa lim, pass dumb comments about anyone and everyone with eunice chong and yes, hide behind teefy and xueting when we get into trouble. ROARS. &lt;em&gt;I MISS THOSE DAYS&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113081017370048397?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113081017370048397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113081017370048397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113081017370048397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113081017370048397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-of-rest-is-very-much-appreciated.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-113043462175150954</id><published>2005-10-28T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T01:38:20.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its the mugging period. an excuse to not update as often. heh. but not like i'm mugging real hard. I've got a confession to make, i haven't been studying. not like i don't want to, i just can't get my arse down to study. ya, same old shyte again. roars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;town on wed. didn't get what i want AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, got something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweet surprise&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;perphaps, nothing more that i could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;was just walking ard, then suddenly told jo tt i feel like seeing someone i know now, and when i looked up, you were just 2 steps away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt moment, i played it off cool. &lt;br /&gt;tt short moment, just kept appearing in my mind yesterday, today, and maybe tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will it happen again, if i say, i feel like seeing someone i know now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-113043462175150954?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/113043462175150954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=113043462175150954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113043462175150954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/113043462175150954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-mugging-period.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-112991428149264349</id><published>2005-10-21T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T01:09:17.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling it already. I'm feeling the workload. Suddenly, i felt like i haven't had enough rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days of trainings in a week. I'm drained. Like finally. After 2 months of struggling, i need a break. Today, i skipped canoe polo training. I felt bad, felt like i've not done a single thing for them, felt like i'm living off them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really tired. Something is really wrong when i can sleep through a 2hr lecture, only waking up to change my sleeping position, and yes, also to wipe my drool. *sheepish smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time, i reach home before the sky turned dark, before dinner time. was home at 2.30pm. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i decided that i will want to major in political science and to minor in business. And to do that, my CAPS have to be more than 3.0. and that means i ahve to get a C on average for my 5 modules this semster. No, a 3.0 is not good enough. better is better. but, still pending la. Political science, or psychology. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to queensway with some db girls to buy shoes, i saw what i wanted, but I DON'T GET WHAT I WANT. *pouts* They don't have my size because its a old version. BUT I WANT!&lt;br /&gt;-period-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/1600/precision5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/320/precision5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mizuno precison 5, sorry asics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i don't feel very much appreciated. you mean to say, that after all these, its still back to square one? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not me, to throw in the towel and say, i quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quitters never win, winners never quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training on thursday made me felt good. i ran with huibing and she told me she like running with me cos i made her run better by giving her tips. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ey running also got tactics k. but first and foremost u must get a pair of GOOD shoes. Rendy you know what i mean hor. Digress abit ah, i managed to convice rendy to buy asics kayano 11. haha. i'm a proud owner of kayano 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yah, running 1101E. Run with me. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok another random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need you to know that i'm not ignoring you, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-112991428149264349?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/112991428149264349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=112991428149264349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112991428149264349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112991428149264349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-feeling-it-already.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-112939272644573692</id><published>2005-10-15T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T00:12:06.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time flies. cliche? yes. but yet so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop the time, let me catch up. dream on! *pinch.pinch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend was sava, and *bam* i'm into another weekend. too fast, too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i haven't accomplished a single thing, felt like there was no weekdays for me. the 5 days just flew past me like that. like, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;land training on tuesday, gym training on thursday, canoe polo on friday, water training today, canoe polo tmr. *breathes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm not complaining. i'm loving it. and don't start. don't question me, i can handle. db training's gonna increase to 4 times a week, *breathes harder*. its not easy i know. i'm pressing on, i'm not giving up on either. not db, not cp. i don't wish to, don't make me. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my studies are stagnant, results are like crap. real crap. thanks darling meh for reminding, i won't da-pao. heh. i'm missing you all like shytes. rahh. why are you all tucked away in the so-very far ntu campus. i want more retail therapy, more of may, more of uray, more of eunice. i want more more more! can't wait for the kns fugging exams to end. *groans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao neh neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went ps with nanny jo, rendy and cherylene after training. before that, dinner at beach rd. ah-balling rocks la. too bad no more green tea and no hei zi ma for me! *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were quite high, and i was gone. aye, whats new. we talked, we laughed, we bitched. i want a stay over at rendy's again! next time round, we're going to play mahjong, watch dvds, eat like pigs, bitch like bimbos and yes, steal from giant and trip over baskets in ntuc. *grins* rendy stop smiling to yourself now, and cherylene don't start giggling. and nanny jo, join us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember my political science essays, i've yet to complete them. deadline's on monday, and i have 2 more response essays to write. *pulls hair* chao neh neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutting hair tmr. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like oh-so-random in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care la. do you? no, you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, i'm so going to write my essays now. *runs away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-112939272644573692?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/112939272644573692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=112939272644573692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112939272644573692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112939272644573692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-112913159099985369</id><published>2005-10-12T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T23:40:16.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artisan (SP)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both grounded and flexible. You adapt well to new situations. &lt;br /&gt;You are playful and free spirited - but you are also dependable and never flaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't do well in conservative, stuffy situations.&lt;br /&gt;It's probably very hard for you to keep a normal job or stay in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always up for fun and adventure. Most people are too boring for you.&lt;br /&gt;You take risks and bend the rules. And if things don't work out, you chock it up to life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you tend to take things quickly - but you have a huge problem with commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you need to make your own rules. You're best suited to be an entrepreneur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you are animated and physical. You prefer doing something with friends to just hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you tend to be buff and in good shape. Your spend more time on your body than your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you need to keep active. From cooking up a storm to running a 5K, you wear yourself out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, *ponders*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-112913159099985369?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/112913159099985369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=112913159099985369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112913159099985369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112913159099985369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/10/your-personality-is-artisan-sp-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-112878301631976690</id><published>2005-10-08T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T22:50:17.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sava sprint today at bedok resevoir, had my econs test with 4 of them at 7am then we rushed down to race site after the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, met team seahawk along with coach and it perked me up. heh. havent seen them for like 15657876 yrs and i really miss them like shyte. coach wants me back in the team but its hard when i have my other commitments. rahh. felt quite bad for leaving them but promised to join them when my workload is lighter. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race sets, i wouldn't say its the best but its not very bad. shan't elaborate further. i believe tmr will be a better day. really glad that i get to row in the sets today, and i still wnt to row tmr. *pouts* 500m here we come. NUS KIYAH! LAI AI ZAI! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually blogging from rendy's com. heh. cherylene and me staying over at rendy's because tmr have to be at race site at 8am. like RAHH. oh, we just came back from "shopping" la. haha. it was like seriously 3 crazy char bors walking around parkway laughing our arse off at everything. and unfortuanately, most of the time, i was part of the joke. *grr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first it was at giant when i ate some sample food and rendy commented that the person serving it was kind of unhygenic but i was already halfway into swallowing it. *yucks* so we laughed our way out and while doing so i realised that i stole 2 honey stixs frm giant accidentally. really accidentally k. then it was at ntuc when they left the basket beside me and i tripped over it. *mumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun and all la, we were buying stuffs like we haven eaten for a month or so. haha. happily fill up the basket only. then we went to walk walk in pasar malam and again bought a hell lot of food. junk food to be exact. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can feel myself draining out already, need to recharge soon. *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, tmr will be a better day. and of course, another day of yan3 jing1 tang2 guo3. *jumps around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUS AI ZAI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-112878301631976690?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/112878301631976690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=112878301631976690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112878301631976690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112878301631976690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/10/sava-sprint-today-at-bedok-resevoir.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-112852353078327066</id><published>2005-10-05T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:45:30.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boo. I'm back. back from tianjin. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, was back yesterday morning, but had to rush off for my 8am lecture and after that, i just made many trips to lalaland. *yawns* and i still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tianjin was good. Good is an understatement. Really. It was a superbly enriching experience for me, and i believe for everyone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the climate there, its like 24hrs of air con for you but it can be ultra hair-standing kind of cold when the wind is strong. The only big turn-offs in tianjin are the rude prcs who don't understand the meaning of EXCUSE ME, the i can smell it from 100m away toilets and the numerous 'ka-puis'. i shudder at the thought of them. *eww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race was good. Although, i wasn't in the main team i could feel it together with them. I wouldn't lie through my teeth and say that i'm ok and that i'm not disappointed at the fact that i didn't get to row a few good sets with the team. I guess its my big ego acting up again. I choose to avoid the topics about the race sets each time the team talks about it, i can't help but feel my eyes getting watery and a tinge of all the mixed emotions acting up within me. like, *rahh*. I want to expereince it with the team in the boat too, the it that bring joy and tears to the team, the it that i've yet to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through all the ups and downs with the team, i must say that i have no regrets withdrawing from sports club and leaving seahawk. Although seahawk is where i first started rowing, where all the seniors really treat me like little girl, the team was not as close as this team that i have now. In seahawk, i was like literally the little girl in the team because the majority are all in their late 20s. It was a totally different team, using different strokes and different training programmes. I must have gotten use to the strokes in seahawk that i unconsciously use them when rowing in this team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, econs test coming up on saturday. I've been pigging out too much after the race, need to get my focus back. STUDY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yah, i got to see korean guys like up close during the tianjin race and, verdict: korean guys are *screams* so cute. &lt;br /&gt;i think they are the only male species that is worth my second, third and fourth and fifth look. I want more more MORE of them. haha. They will make a good enough reason for me to steer back to the right path. *bom bom* in the meanwhile, i can only oogle at my eye candy. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, i need to get back to my books. *pouts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-112852353078327066?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/112852353078327066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=112852353078327066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112852353078327066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112852353078327066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/10/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-112792187386602351</id><published>2005-09-28T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T23:37:53.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't I can't I can't. I just cannot focus no matter how hard i try. RAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, political science is interesting. I managed to really concentrate for abt 45mins out of the 12hrs and then, back to square 1. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How. Tell me how la. I really want to study but tell me how to concentrate when i got so much on my mind. I kept thinking about the tianjin trip and i still am because i will be flying off in like another 24 hrs time? and i haven't even pack yet. when i stare at my book, things on what to bring, what to pack just keeps popping up la. like *ROARS* GO AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm not disciplined and i should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just pray hard that i can smoke my way through tmr. In the meantime, I'll still try to study until my eyelids weighs a tonne and till my brain shuts down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-112792187386602351?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/112792187386602351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=112792187386602351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112792187386602351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112792187386602351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-cant-i-cant-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-112790299026928922</id><published>2005-09-28T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T18:23:10.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's wednesday, tmr's thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed's my no-school day and i'm doing nothing nothing constructive, YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political science test tmr, and i'm really trying very hard to study. My eyes darts around, my butt refuses to plant itself onto my seat, my hands reaches everywhere but my pen and paper, my legs keeps bringing me to the kitchen, my mouth refuse to stop moving and so, i've been chewing and munching for the past few hours while trying very hard to study for the test. *roars*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be flying off to tianjin for the dragonboat race. flight is at 1230am. will touch down in singapore at 545am on tuesday morning. really fast huh. I mean, time is passing really fast. like *snaps* mid-term break is over, *snaps* done, *snaps* finish. I can't seem to find enough energy, strengths, time, enough of everything to catch up with the many things i want to do, have to do and wish to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so really miss thoses days when i was doing camps 24/7. Miss those bunch of crazy trainers and the so irritating yet cute kids who never fails to make my day. Never be replaced, each time the song plays on my mp3, i'll be reminded of those mad moments in dfac-our homeground. Times when we were preparing for campfire, planning for it, setting up the fire pit,times when we go crazy, jumping and singing to almost every song. Its living in my memory and i seem to be able to see every moments of it. *smiles* i want to do camps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what, the campfire mcs always says at the end of every campfire, every good moments will have to come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for day-dreaming just now. I was just thinking back on those less worries and happy days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pouts* back to reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to study, i have to train and i'm loving it. *sheesh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-112790299026928922?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/112790299026928922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=112790299026928922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112790299026928922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112790299026928922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/09/todays-wednesday-tmrs-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-112764670606092074</id><published>2005-09-25T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T19:24:26.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I'm superwoman, i still think i'm one.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could handle so many things at one go, i still think i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My commitments are still being questioned, i'm starting to doubt myself. But no, i'm no quitter. I'm just very tired, physically and mentally. I've been sick since god knows when, but i don't find any good enough reasons to give myself a break. It's me, the stubborn me. The one who always want things her way. I don't like to rest, i don't like to coop myself in the house all day. I want to be out running, rowing and working my ass off. Of course there are times when i would want to lie on my bed all day and feel lazy in my own room. But not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to give my last water training yesterday a miss because i was  sick and my mum refused to let me leave the house. Knowing how i always want things my way, i didn't manage to push for it. My mum won. After a while, i tried to console myself that i need the rest. I need to recover in time for tianjin race. I was absoultely sick, i won't deny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i had 2 jabs taken in UHWC on Friday. Influenza and Typhoid Fever. The vaccinations are free and its compulsory beacause of the Tianjin trip. Oh, i'm going Tianjin for a international university dragonboat race not that i'm going there for some blind dates in case some of you are wondering. heh. Will be leaving on the 30th sept and back on the 4th oct. Yah, i almost couldnt get my vaccinations done because i was sick and the nurse refused to jab me. I was pleading to get jabbed la. And knowing me, i got my way. Like whats new right, but that was because i had to ask the doctor to certify that i'm well. It was a good thing that i sounded confident that i had recover thats why the doctor did not check on me. *grins* but is that why i'm geting the side effects? the fever? *oh-oh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, i had canoe polo training. I just couldn't stand sitting around at home. I felt like i've recovered during training, my nose was less blocked, my coughs were less frequent and my fitness was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, i joined yirang to mug in the library till it had to close, and then went off to macs to munch. I happened to withdraw 500bucks from the atm machine all thanks to BAI YIRANG. *RAHH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to study. Everything is really piling up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know myself, i can, so shut up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-112764670606092074?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/112764670606092074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=112764670606092074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112764670606092074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112764670606092074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-thought-im-superwoman-i-still-think.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-112740508713228145</id><published>2005-09-22T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T00:04:47.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired tired tired. I've been sick since sat, down with flu, cough, sore throat. RAHH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went towning with my darlings yesterday after my project meeting, dinner at breeks then retail therapy. *smiles* i feel good when i get to spend money. I demand more outings with my darlings, yes?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training today was quite ok, had some difficulty breathing due to my blocked nose. *sniffs* yucks. my voice sounds so nasal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, had subway with half the team. Then the 3 idiots, Bai Yirang, Joanna Pang and me included, end up walking around instead of sticking to our orignal plan, which was, to go home. *frowns*. Bai Yirang had craving for ice cream so we headed down to swensens in suntec and nua-ed there till like 6, then went down to padang to watch HITCH. It was some watch-movie-under-the-stars kind of thing, but it was so cloudy, no stars. Not to forget, we were very well fed thru out the entire movie. *rubs tummy* courtesy of joanna pang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna do my runs tmr la. I'll never recover, i think, because i keep training. I need to give my whole system a break la but i can't bring myself to do it. *growls* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school starts like in another 8hrs time. So much for mid term break, i don't even feel like i had a break. Everything is piling up like, help i'm drowning. Supposed to study today, but i procrastinated. like whats new. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychology test on tuesday, Political science test on thursday, leaving for Tianjin on thursday night for the dragonboat race and not forgetting, 3 Political science response essays to be handed in on the 3rd. *sulks* and once i return from my trip, i'll have lots of catching up and make-up tutorials, lectures and tests to attend. *groans* how easy can uni life gets. *runs away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-112740508713228145?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/112740508713228145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=112740508713228145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112740508713228145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112740508713228145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-so-tired-tired-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-112722461370294274</id><published>2005-09-20T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T22:18:16.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo. I'm here in my darlings' hostel, using the very-ngiao baby uray's laptop. haha. had training at sdba today, after that came ntu to see my darlings. too bad miss may chen is too busy for me. *pouts* then, i chanced upon this very innocent, cute, adorable, and of course, narcissistic picture of me, myself and i in her laptop. baby wong, you got a fetish for my cute photos right. *blush* lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i don't get to watch my 10pm korean show because some malays are watching csi in the lounge. RAHH. but its ok, i'm looking forward for a short run with baby wong and darling tan in the campus. maybe we'll run over to may's hall and give her a surprise. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i'm still working on my political science essay, and that explains why i am here. bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/1600/HPIM06081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5896/312/320/HPIM06081.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i look like oh-so-cute in this picture la. i'm narcissistic, i know. *shut up*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-112722461370294274?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/112722461370294274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=112722461370294274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112722461370294274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112722461370294274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/09/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-112713707803012478</id><published>2005-09-19T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:37:58.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO ONE and ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heh. I'm finally doing something to my blog after 17638495yrs. Many factors led me into doing this la. Mainly because i got my pc repaired and its kicking my ass like right now. I now no longer have to sneak into my sis's room to use her so-very-nice to use pc, i get to use my very own pc in my very comfortable room. I got the connection and everything up all by myself. yah you got it right. ALL BY MYSELF. *claps* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another reason why i'm doing this, is because my good old darlings are all tucked  in the far away ntu campus and i miss them like shit. *pouts* Hence, i decided to update my blog more frequently so at that at least they get to know how this cute little one is doing. *i'm so thoughtful* and to my darlings, i'm like so busy now, drowning in my readings, deadlines, trainings and all but will squeeze in that little time to update ok? no promise, because promises are meant to be made and later, broken. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And not to mention, what actually kicked me into doing this, was because i got stuck while trying to write my 3 page full response essay for political science tutorial. *rahh* How lucky can one get la, i got this tutor that requires us to hand in 3 response essays based on some readings and the deadline is on the 3rd oct. And i barely got mine started. *mumbles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Each time i try to start on the essay, i end up here. You tell me how la. How about, anyone here wants to earn quick bucks?  One essay for 5bucks. deal?  interested parties please tag me or drop me a call. yay! price is negotiable. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;right, i'll update againwhen i get stuck on my essay. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-112713707803012478?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/112713707803012478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=112713707803012478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112713707803012478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/112713707803012478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello-one-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-111634854974236430</id><published>2005-05-18T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T00:49:09.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a week since i last blogged. lemme do a brief update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th : celebrated may's bday together with odac girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 to 14th : first aid course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th : Wilderness Adventure Race (safety paddler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much actually. havent been myself lately. i've been less noisy and i don't talk as much. i'm still trying to find myself back. don't ask me whats wrong because i myself have no idea. I think i'm just tired. Stayed at home the whole day today. Weather was too nice and comfortable for me to any other thing except to lie in bed and watch vcd. heh. i feel like i sound very dull in this entry. do i? ok maybe yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you said. i want you back, for good. even though i got you back, it doesn't feel the same like before. i've grown numb. maybe i'm just afraid that it will end up the same way again thats why i'm holding back. guess we both need time still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-111634854974236430?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/111634854974236430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=111634854974236430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111634854974236430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111634854974236430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-been-week-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-111570415394581672</id><published>2005-05-10T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T13:49:13.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't feel like blogging yesterday. I don't want to blog today. I don't think i will blog tomorrow. Or maybe i will do so tomorrow. No. Maybe not. Right maybe i will. No i don't know. I don't know why i'm doing this. I don't know why i'm still doing this. I want this to stop. No more. No. Thats not what i said. Then why did i not say anything. Maybe i did but it wasnt enough. *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i blogged today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-111570415394581672?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/111570415394581672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=111570415394581672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111570415394581672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111570415394581672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-didnt-feel-like-blogging-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-111540392793170256</id><published>2005-05-07T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T02:33:40.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but i'm always blogging late at night. Its 1.30am. Its standard, i'll have my cornflakes with milk, munch abit here and there while online. Then when i feel the need to blog, i'll be here. I guess everything just comes to me at night, when i'm alone, when i take time off to think about stuffs, when i just stone and dream, hence, the impulse to rant. Or maybe the night gives me the inspiration and motivation. heh. I study best at night. I'll sleep the whole afternoon away and start mugging after midnight. *sheesh* i kind of miss studying, miss sitting at my table with the table light on plus a cup of hot chocolate sometimes mocha, miss flipping thru my thick stacks of physics notes, miss staring at that dumb step-by-step chemistry guide book which makes no sense to me, miss pressing my calculator to get the right numbers when i'm doing my maths. *frowns* I'll be schooling in 2 months time anyway. ok that sounds dumb. I can't wait for school to start. New school, new faces. But, no new uniform, no new school song. Guess campus life is going to be different from my cj days and my stc days. *roars*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home on a friday, thought of going to cheng's place, but my laziness got the better of me. The road from the bus-stop to his place is a BIG turn-off. Hence, i stayed at home. Cabbed to Ikea with my mum, cabbed back home. Went down to the gym, then went ntuc-ing with my mum. *grins* i'm sucha mummy's girl. yeah right. haha. I love ntuc-ing cos i get to buy all my munch munch at the expense of my dearest mum. Though she always make a big fuss out of the amount she have to spend when i tag along and nags at the amount of junk food i eat, i'm used to it already. lalalaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our song, all about you is playing on nineeightseven and you just appeared in my mind. Like that. Just like that. As much as i try very hard to forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;you called me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and you asked, can i have my baby back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W H Y.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;as much as i really want you back, i dare not. i just don't want another episode of *that*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i need you to make up your mind. quit pushing me to *** thinking that i'll be better off with *** just because *** really like me alot. I'm not buying that. Simply because, she's not you. and she's no you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;will you ever be back in my arms again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-111540392793170256?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/111540392793170256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=111540392793170256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111540392793170256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111540392793170256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-dont-know-why-but-im-always-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-111530962457688289</id><published>2005-05-05T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T00:13:44.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>check out today's date. 05-05-05.  Its 7 mins away from the next day 06-05-05 which doesn't look too good. Thats why i'm blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at home. Then went to the gym to do some light workout. Today marks the 2nd week anniversary of my metal implant-free ankle. Recall: I had my operation on the 21st april which was 2 weeks ago. heh. Anyway, was supposed to meet up with iza in town at 5 and it was raining super heavily, so i told her 5.30 and ta-dah, i reached town at 6.30. Not shy? But whats new. I'm always not punctual, either im early, or late. Had dinner at the used-to-be lips cafe, now its a not-so-nice cafe that serves not-very-good food. Well, at least now we know, we won't go there again. Bought the bag from topman that i've set eyes on a month ago. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose tequila taste like strawberry milk. *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-111530962457688289?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/111530962457688289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=111530962457688289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111530962457688289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111530962457688289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/05/check-out-todays-date.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-111513829506556732</id><published>2005-05-04T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T00:38:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;everytime i see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;everytime you look my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;its like it all falls into place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;everything feels right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ever since you walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;my life's been in disarray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;all i want is one more day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;all i need is one more day with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-111513829506556732?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/111513829506556732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=111513829506556732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111513829506556732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111513829506556732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/05/everytime-i-see-your-face-everytime.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-111510363822472637</id><published>2005-05-03T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T15:00:38.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm blogging because i'm bored. I'm not at home. I'm at cheng's place. That's my temporary paddle culture office. No more going down to Big Splash. When the office was in Big Splash, i would go paddle in the water and do my rolls when i'm bored. Now, when i'm bored i have to do this. *frowns* Oh just in case if you are wondering, who the lalala is Cheng, he's the head of PC who takes cahrge of the admin and sales stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i got accepted into NUS Faculty of Arts &amp; Social Science. Happy? Not really. I'm not being fickled here, but i kind of regret not accepting the offer from NYP Physiotherapy. I mean like, afterall, physiotherapy is something i've been wanting to do since my secondary school days and i've been working towards it. I even though of setting up my own specialist clinic. Heh. Now, i'm going into NUS not knowing what i'm gonna do. Afetr 4 years, maybe i'll go over to aust to get my physiotherapy degree and do what i want. Sounds so long, i'll be like so old by then. And by the time i get my physiotherapy degree, i'll be like wow 27 or so? *ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time round, i really lost you for good. Although it was only a short 2 months, there were many bumps and i managed to pick myself up time and time again. Never knew i could fall so deep in.  I'll be alright.  *forced smile* but i really miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-111510363822472637?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/111510363822472637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=111510363822472637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111510363822472637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111510363822472637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-blogging-because-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-111504598671973817</id><published>2005-05-02T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:59:46.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a day filled with mixed emotions. No it wasnt the monday blues crap. I got to enjoy the company of my 2 very good buddies - may and uray. And at the same time, i lost you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-111504598671973817?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/111504598671973817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=111504598671973817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111504598671973817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111504598671973817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-had-day-filled-with-mixed-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-111454045711667631</id><published>2005-04-27T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T02:34:17.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been a good girl. I've not gone out for 6days or so. Disacharged from Alexandra hospital at 2pm on friday. I kind of enjoyed my stay there. haha. I got to enjoy Class A service because they didn't have enough beds for Class B. *grins* I had the whole room to myself. By the way, its Ward 7 Bed 2. YES ah! my favorite number 7. haha. Ok back to the room. Yes the room, only one single bed, like duh then what? queen size bed? that aside, there was a huge sofa bed with lots of cushions, a personal attached bathroom, own tv set, cordless phone by the bed, personal fridge, lots of pillows, and special attention from the nurses. Food was like wow. For dinner there was teriyaki chicken with wedges and salad, dessert was ice cream. It really doesn't taste like hospital food. Even though i was like so in pain aft the surgery, the comfort of the room and talking to [you] on the phone makes everything better. geex. oh, i got to keep that metal plate. its about 10cm with 5 screws. haha. i got screwed 5 times. *hmm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. took a break from staying at home. pleaded with my mum to let me go out. heh. uray attended to all the necessary procedures. THANK YOU SO MUCH BABY WONG. you're the best! *muuuacks* met [you]. then at 9plus went to meet my odac gang at glass house for dinner at fish &amp; co. by the way, i was on crutches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. idled the day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. went to the doctor to change my dressing for my stitched up wound. I CAN WALK! haha but not fast. After dinner, followed my parents to buy lights for the new house. Then at ard 10plus, i requested for them to drive me to the campsite at jalan bahtera  cos i simply miss doing camps, miss those trainers, and i wanted to see [you]. I ended up talking to everyone but you cos you were busy and stuffs. Of them all, you were the one i wanted to talk to most. Of everyone i hugged, you were the one i wanted to hug most. Of the short 10mins i spent there, i so want to have that 10mins spent with you only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. with uray's reminder, here i am blogging. nothing much today. My mum really pampers me to the core. i just had a sudden craving for xiaolongbaos. so she made her way down to crystal jade in taka, bought it back for me. plus she bought me that zara skirt that i've been eyeing for so long.  *smiles* ok uray, i will try to be nice to my mum. but my mum is really paranoid. she worries for nothing and the best thing is she treats me like a kid. RAHH. but i know how to handle this now. haha. i will report to her 24 hrs daily, talk to her nicely and tell her about my day happenings if it makes her happy. thats the way to build up the trust she have in me i guess. so in the long run, i stand to gain. *claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im looking forward to wednesday. just a few hrs more. haha. after much persuasion, i get to go out. *screams* negotiated curfew:10pm. not bad huh. i mean considering the fact that im going out with a 6days old 10 cm stitch on my ankle after an operation 6 days ago and that im supposed to rest at home for one more week. right. good bargain? *nods* or am i just being stubborn? *ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, i happen to chance upon this song by avril lavigne, i always get what i want. haha. HELLOOOO. I got this title like way before you do, avril. *neh*&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i should give soem credit to her and make he song the theme song for my blog. haha. I'm talking stupidly cos its 2.30am in the morning and i can't wait to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update again kies? no promises. promises are supposed to be made and broken so whats the point. cliche huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-111454045711667631?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/111454045711667631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=111454045711667631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111454045711667631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111454045711667631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/04/ive-been-good-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-111401941784809577</id><published>2005-04-21T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T01:50:17.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello one and all.  i'll be going under the butcher's knife in about 7hrs time. heh. yes guys, remember that fractured ankle of mine.. right i'm gonna have that metal piece removed from my ankle on the 21st april at 8am. *pouts* i thought it was kinda cool to have that in me. geex. so what now, i'm going to have it removed cos the doctor says that im still young and my bone will grow. rahh. i'll be on mc for 2 weeks and thats not it. i cant run for 6 weeks. how sad is that. and i'm gonna be so bored at home. come visit me ok. haha. i'm so gonna put on weight..&lt;br /&gt; say goodbye to the metal piece... i hope i get to keep it. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-111401941784809577?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/111401941784809577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=111401941784809577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111401941784809577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111401941784809577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello-one-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-111323689813527272</id><published>2005-04-12T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:28:18.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU. uray wants me to blog.  i don't know what to blog about because my mind is filled with YOU YOU and YOU only. why did you have to make me feel so yours and then put me on a guilt trip. I'm made confused by your confusions. You didn't have to tell me who to like and who to be with when you are the only person i want. I really really want to have you back in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;-period-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-111323689813527272?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/111323689813527272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=111323689813527272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111323689813527272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111323689813527272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/04/you.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-111323342519580852</id><published>2005-04-11T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T23:30:25.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;she walked in and said she didn't wanna know anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;before i could ask why she was gone out of the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I didn't know what i did wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;but now i just can't move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;since she left me she told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;don't worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you'll be ok you don't need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;believe me you'll be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;then i knew what she meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and it's not what she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;now i can't believe that she's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[ S H E . L E F T .  M E ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-111323342519580852?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/111323342519580852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=111323342519580852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111323342519580852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/111323342519580852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/04/she-walked-in-and-said-she-didnt-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-110872953177793070</id><published>2005-02-18T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T20:25:31.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello one and all. sorry sorry sorry i've been very busy. heh. and my upcoming week will be worse. rahh. i can feel myself withering away. and it'll satrt officially. TOMMORROW. come. let me share it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat: - reccee in p.ubin at 9am&lt;br /&gt;         - settle stuffs at PC&lt;br /&gt;         - family gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun: - nus biathlon report at 9am&lt;br /&gt;         - kayak orientation programme for HCJC ODAC AT 2PM&lt;br /&gt;         -  pack bag for upcoming camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon to fri: - back to back camp. (BBSS at Jalan bahtera follwed by MPSS in their sch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri: - camp briefing at 2pm in office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;i'm no superwoman. haha. but i can do it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;will update when i return from these. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-110872953177793070?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/110872953177793070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=110872953177793070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/110872953177793070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/110872953177793070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/02/hello-one-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-110801781070387878</id><published>2005-02-10T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T14:52:04.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh. i'm back to update again. i've been very lazy. yah i can hear all of you go "eh. whats new". haha. so far i did camps for 2 primary schools. Zhangde and Radin Mas. One more coming up on the 14th. yah you got it right. 14th Feb. spent with a bunch of pri 5 kids from Griffith Pri. rahh. and i've got heavy responsibilities for this camp cos i'm both the campfire mc and the dorms i/c. and the best part is half of the trainers there are new. rahh. and my campfire buddy is relatively new too. heh. but he's a nice chap. my potential chocolate buddy. LOL. eh no uray, he's OUR chocolate buddy. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. i kind of enjoy the no-school life. but then again. i kind of miss the yes-school life. hahaha. i think some of you will know what i mean. hmm. actually the part i miss about school is the company i used to have around me everyday. the pple sitting beside me, in front of me, behind me(but i'm usually at the back.), on my right, on my left, during classtime, lectures, during breaks and blah blah blah. i kind of miss running on the not 400m 2-lane track in cj which is not &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=curve" target="_blank"&gt;curve&lt;/a&gt;d nicely. heh. and the list goes on. not forgetting ODAC. cj odac is well known for their CRAZY and MAD training sessions but the amazing part of it all is that this bunch of us still drags our feet down to the MPH (area behind canteen) every wed and sat to do crazy stuffs. 100 sets of grandstands (up n down), walking in the drain filled with cobwebs and smelly muddy water, running everywhere, be it chancery lane, mt rosie, all the small little roads in cj area, running from school to kallang, to zoo, to macritche, to bt timah, and many many more. All these, you'll ask. FOR WHAT? you'll know. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;we camp last night, we camp the night before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;and now we're gonna camp, like we've nevr camped before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;cos when we camp, we're happy as can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;for we are the members of the odac family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;odac family, thats where we belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;so tough, so fit and evermore so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;with our mental strength, strive on to the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;always give our best, never go for less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ODAC, ODAC... our fighting spirit live on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ODAC, ODAC...goig all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;We hike in the rain, tunnel through the drain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;clear the S.O.C, run to macritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;why so many grandstands, we don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;all we need to know, is to do the best we can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;the bowline and clove-hitch, forgot which is which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;phylum class and order, give my head disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;we pitch our tents, share our food wuth ants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;drops of salty sweat to our soup we add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;we prusik and abseil, run from school to zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;kayak in our sea, cycle oversea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;remember FM-SPEEDONK, connect and pass it on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ODAC... ODAC..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;we climb to the mountain top, bathe under waterfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;night-hike with fireflies, taste the sweet sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;swim with lovely fishes, flick off bloody leeches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;life is full of action, in ODAC expedition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Twinkle little stars, we know what you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Milky way galaxy, up above we see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;trekking through the jungle, camping by the river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;crossing mighty glaciers, thank you mother nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;we squeeze through muddy cave, with smile on our face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;raft down the mighty rapids, together we will make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;relax in soothing hotsprings, together we all sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ODAC..ODAC..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;we camp last night we camp the night before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;and now we're gonna camp like we've never camped before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;cos when we camp, we're happy as can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;for we are the members of the odac family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;shooting stars above, make our wish below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;god bless the members of the odac family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;for we are the members of the odac family.. YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-110801781070387878?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/110801781070387878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=110801781070387878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/110801781070387878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/110801781070387878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/02/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-110648681220277211</id><published>2005-01-23T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T21:26:52.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh. i've been very lazy. i refuse to blog. am lazy to think about what i've done for the day. rahh. so count yourself lucky if you've spent the day with me. *grins* its your privilege and please do feel hounoured. ohkays lets see. i'm still free till tuesdat. got a camp on wed at labrador campsite till friday. go walk pass and say hi to me. haha. well thats abt it. will update again soon. i hope. no promises. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-110648681220277211?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/110648681220277211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=110648681220277211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/110648681220277211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/110648681220277211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/01/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-110598165792111983</id><published>2005-01-18T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T01:07:37.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am back from a week of camps. one with riverside. one with ngee ann sec. one in dairy farm. the latter in msia. camp kaizen. no comments for dairy farm camp. i'll talk more abt my camp with ngee ann sec. which ended on sunday. haha. hmm for ngee ann sec camp my buddy was may's look alike and my grp was tau huei chui. haha at first when we got the grp name we were like huh. sian. cos oher grps were like xo tequila redbull qoo and stuffs. then mine. au huei chui. haha but so what. we won top 3 teams. yay. so far. they were my most fav grp. haha. given the back to basic kind of conditions the kids didn't complain at all. rather commendable. its like u bathe with pails and there's no heater. and you eat with houseflies. rahh. but i kind of like it there. i won't mind doing camps there again. at night we do star gazing. its really nice similar to tioman's kind but tioman's ones is clearer. on the 2nd night i saw a shooting star together with 2 other trainers. haha. all thanks to me. i was showing them the orion belt. then ta-dah. shooting star!! and i made a wish. *winks* yah very lazy to continue typing. suffering from post-camp. am going back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-110598165792111983?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/110598165792111983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=110598165792111983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/110598165792111983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/110598165792111983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/01/am-back-from-week-of-camps.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-110528012837176939</id><published>2005-01-09T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T22:15:28.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ookies. i'm a little lazy to blog. haha.&lt;br /&gt;will be off to camp tmr at the same campsite. got to report at 7.30am. and will be back on wed. *roars*&lt;br /&gt;hope it will be a better one than the ASS camp.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. mambo night on wed. can't wait. haha. *screams*&lt;br /&gt;ookies take care frens. will update when i return from the dairy farm campsite. which is. not a farm. ok i'm being lame. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-110528012837176939?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.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-6681298.post-110524832315074268</id><published>2005-01-09T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T13:25:23.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>off_track@ hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;add me add me add me.&lt;br /&gt;haha. will update later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-110524832315074268?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/110524832315074268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=110524832315074268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/110524832315074268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/110524832315074268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/01/offtrack-hotmail.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-110510777977418632</id><published>2005-01-07T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T22:22:59.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;have been sleeping. sleeping. and uh. sleeping. a hell lot. *yawns* nothing much to talk about because i've been sleeping sleeping and sleeping. and of course. i ate like a pig too. to cut the not so long story short. i've been pigging alot at home. recovering from post camp. whats new. rahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;odac orientation tmr. *screams* time to get dirrrteh. then send some odac guys off to jail. oh i meant p.tekong. haha. i want to watch phantom of the opera soon. seed of chucky too. yay. haha i'm lazy to blog. tmr will be a more eventful day. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-110510777977418632?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/110510777977418632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i don't want to pay adult fare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i always forget to tap my card when i alight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i don't want to pay adult fare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i don't want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-110502798329169800?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/110502798329169800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-6681298.post-110499404594577935</id><published>2005-01-06T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T14:47:25.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i'm back. back from the 3rd to 5th  camp at a new campsite. its a cannot make it campsite. its so small. the facilities are limited. the only impressive thing about the campsite is the high elements area. stuffs like the flying fox, rock wall, and so on. but then again. its all concentrated in a small area. rahh. we even had problems looking for a place to conduct a campfire. -grumbles- and yah i was the campfire ic/mc. -laffs- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;oh well those anderson students are a bunch of fill-in-the-blank kids. most were so un-enthu and un-on. and some were simply bochup. the thing abt ASS is. they have 3 SAP classes with lots of PRC [pple of republic china] . 1 normal academic class. 1 mormal technical class. look at the great disparity. super extreme. right. so yah the kids from nomal stream were the ones giving us lots of problems. but they were enthu kids. and those from the higher end. were the guai guai kind who refuse to budge when we tried to rah rah them. -doinks- but overall i had a good expreience. yesh i took the normal acad class kids. they didn't give me trouble. but gave the camp chief some problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;haha. i had great fun knocking on each and every cubicle during shower time asking them to hurry up. and during lights off it was fun to see kids rushing to slip into their sleeping bags when you suddenly push open the door. during meal times. when the kids ask for extra serving. you go NO. haha. im a sadist. yah and campfire night was a rather stressed up period for me and my campfire gang. we had to paln the programme and stuffs and try to build up the atmosphere.can be very malu when u go ANDERSON OOI and you get very few response. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ok so after the kids were gone. we had a rather good time laughing at the comments that were given to us. are you going to ask what mine is? hmm ok la i got rather good comments yah. and i got a hard time rejecting them when they ask me for my number. -mutters- sec 3 kids. not my cup of tea. then jason came telling me that one of the boy frm another grp ask if i got alot of suitors. -laffs- do i have the i-got-lots-of-suitors face? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;rahh i'm glad this camp has ended. i actually slept from 3pm to 10pm yest when i got home. then from 1am to 1pm. which means i just woke up not long ago. cca exhibition tmr. shd i go? odac orientation on sat. i wan to go disturb those kids. but i got camp briefing. -roars- but i die die will go for orientation. -grinx- i've got a camp on the 10-12th boon lay sec at camp christine. i hope i'll have a better time and god please don't gimme any normal stream kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;-out-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-110499404594577935?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/110499404594577935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681298.post-110467286572796219</id><published>2005-01-02T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T21:34:25.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;its still raining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; i love rainy days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;. it makes me lazy and makes me feel obliged to stay at home. or rather. compelled to. i spent half the day sleeping. quarter of the day eating. and another quarter online. its a nice weather to sleep in esp with windows open. haha. sorry guys i stay on the 30th storey and i get first hand sea breeze. *yawns* anyway. celebrated my mum's birthday today. though its supposed to be on the 4th which is a tuesday. but because i got a camp from the 3rd to the 5th. so we had to do it today. blah blah blah. oh well. basic theory test for me tmr. am i prepared? no. am going to mug soon. and i got to report for camp tmr at 7.30am. i've been sleeping at 4am and waking up at 2pm everyday. tell me how can i make it to that god forsaken place by 7.30am. *roars*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;will be away from the 3rd to the 5th. miss me lots mofos. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-110467286572796219?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/110467286572796219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=110467286572796219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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reached home on the dot at 12am. if not for the dumb dumb driver i could have reached home much much MUCH earlier. *grumbles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyway. my new year day was spent sleeping till late afternoon. went to meet mark jason sebas lixing zc and zijian at ps. had dinner. then watched meet the fockers. andrey came. haha its a worth-the-money show i would say. but 2nd row seats. same as the other time when we watched ocean's twelve after kayaking. show finished ard 11plus. and i cab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; home. *yawns* nothing much to be said. actually am rather very tired. *yawns*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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-6681298.post-110451651581630133</id><published>2005-01-01T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T02:27:18.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;am beat. have a good 2005 everyone. i like this song. go get it. [ peter cetera and cher-after all ].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well here we are again, I guess it must be fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We've tried it on our own, but deep inside we've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We'd be back to set things straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I still remember when your kiss was so brand new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Every memory repeats, every step I take retreats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Every journey always brings me back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After all the stops and starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We keep coming back to these two hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Two Angels who've been rescued from the fog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It all comes down to me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I guess it's meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Forever you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When love is truly right(this time it's truly right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It lives from year to year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It changes as it goes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh and on the way it grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But it never disappears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After all the stops and starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We keep coming back to these two hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Two Angels who've been rescued from the fog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It all comes down to me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I guess it's meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Forever you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Always just beyond my touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You know I needed you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;After all what else is living for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After all the stops and starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We keep coming back to these two hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Two Angels who've been rescued from the fog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After all that we've been through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It all comes down to me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I guess it's meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Forever you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-110451651581630133?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/110451651581630133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=110451651581630133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/110451651581630133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/110451651581630133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-110438734425168740</id><published>2004-12-30T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T14:15:44.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tell me why i'm not tired. just reached home not too long ago. stayed over at floravale with some odac pple. right where do i start. geex. yesterday was good. met up wif andrey mana jason nmark to go floravale. lixing came a tad bit later. these were the early birdes open up house see what have what don't have. then left for supermarket to buy the much needed stuffs for the mushroom soup[it was good] carbonara [only ate one strand] lasagne [ate a mouthful] and yah lots of drinks. took cab back then started cooking and stuffs. my first time helping out in the kitchen. *claps* i mean like you guys know i'm the kind who don't know how to do a single household chore kind of thing. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the kitchen pple were andrey[duh]. mark[my cooking partner. we fought to cook.]. jason[mushroom chopper]. mana[anything also do]. zijian[part-time.come make some noise]. zhongchou[bird around]. hmm.. did i miss out anyone.. *looks ard* oh yah! M E. i cut i wash i cook i fry i clean up. then of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i made a mess after all the cooking was done. yah i drank vodka like i was downing plain water. *roars* on an empty stomach. because some don't know who ate my carrot cake. bleahs. shall not tell you that its wong uray who ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a break from the kitchen to chat chat with the girls. and the next thing i know. i finished a can of carlsberg. anyway. 2 cartons of carlsberg[48cans] were on the house. which is on ME. haha. yah. so i drank and ate abit. like only really a bit. cook till full. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon i was mixing vodka with sprite. with coke. with sprite ice. then with sprite again. after 4 continuos cups or so. i was gone. haha and it was only 8pm. raaahh. sorry guys. and yah a BIG thank you to the girls esp may and uray. andrey and jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. the thing is that i know whats going on around me. but i can't control myself kind of thing. haha.  want to cap sprite bottle also can't do it properly. and prolly was too stressed up bout the cleanig up house thingo so i repeated tt like 35476978 times. *gees* stop making fun of me with that. and yes i'm sorry all the vulgarities and god knows what ran on like tap water. haha. according to jason. the amount that i said could last him a life  time and the word was used as a noun an adjective a verb and yah yah yah. *glares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i'm rather lousy. just that bit could get me this far. haha. but my head hurts like shit and i started tearing. [not cos i was depressed lah pple] haha i cried cause it hurts like mad and i couldn't even sit up staight. sorry may i knocked your head. sorry fridge. sorry dustbin. sorry wall. *ouch* i've got a bruise on my forehead now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nuff said. i don't ever want a repeat of that again. [ did i say that?]&lt;br /&gt;took a rest drank some warm water. and tadah. better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened aft tt. can go read yuerui's bloggie. haha. im still abit tipsy. i remember eating half a baguette bout 30 cm long while watching vcd. haha. i finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this morning my parents came to pick me up and tts how i got home. apparently. my mum has got a good impression of andrey. haha. ey andrey hard to get into my mum's good shoe you know. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah go dl this korean song. ryu si won-promise(yak sok)&lt;br /&gt;its nice nice nice. but you must watch the show beautiful days then you'll find the song nice. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go zzzzzz... if not i'll be high for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-110438734425168740?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-6681298.post-110426366798495770</id><published>2004-12-29T03:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T03:54:27.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;its almost 4am in the morning.. and im still wide wide awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;why? because i drank some mocha at 11pm. so i don't feel a tad bit sleepy. geex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;am quite proud of myself actually. most of you know i'm a computer idiot. look at my small little achievement on your right. yesh those photos. hahaa. i feel rather accomplished.[yah lah i know to you pple its chicken feet.duck feet.whatever] *roars* anyway.. i worked on it with the mentality that i'll get it if i want it. and i didn't want to go to sleep if its not done up. but now that its done. i can't sleep. *yawns* ok maybe i will. soon. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. *muacks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;[smiles]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;nites world.[or is it morning]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-110426366798495770?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/110426366798495770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=110426366798495770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;something's not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i don't feel right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i don't feel like i'm myself [ngqianyi].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;rather moody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;mood swings are in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;bottom line : am not in the best of mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;friends.good friends.pretty friends.dear friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;forgive your moody friend here if i happen to hit you like *tsunami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;*roars*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just beware.be careful.and be prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;but.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;always remember.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i love you guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; lots. *weak smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyway..night cycling tonight was cancelled. due to bad weather.and postponed to tmr.but j2s can't make it.due to j2 odac gathering at.my place. please help clean up. if not.. i'll *roars*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;right.hope tmr will turn out fine.i know it will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-110425129180085157?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.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-6681298.post-110416579281346508</id><published>2004-12-28T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T00:43:12.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;am so tired. bleahs. most of you know tt im the kind who'll want to get what i want no matter what [too bad it doesn't seems to apply to my studies] and when i can't get it the more i'll want it so so so so so badly kind.. raahh it happened to me today. oh well. i went into gramophone wanting to take a look at the original soundtrack of the korean drama beautiful days..tis show came out in 2002 and im only watching it now[right im outdated].. yah and the person said its out of stock.. and the other branches also sold out. *roars* tts when i want want WANT to get it even MORE. bleahs.. so i went into every cd shop tt i passed by.. den waaah [ho sey] all sold out sold out sorry no more stock sorry out of stock [!!!!!!!] so i did something super spastic.. i went to call up each and every sembawang music store to ask if they have it. and tadah!! all SOLD OUT. *screams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;made my dad drive me to hmv. best. i asked. excuse me do u have the beautiful days OST. sorry sold out. u can call to order. its 58bucks. [WHAT!!!!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nvm. i'll go in search of it soon! haha i will get it. I WANT IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;frens. pretty frens. good frens. do ur dear fren a favor. walk into any cd shop and ask hello do u have beautifuldays ost? if have.. call 9*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and i'll thank u. hug u. love u. kiss u. *blushes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;anyway today was family day. had dim sum in crystal jade in taka. shop shop shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;had dinner in harbourcity restaurant. shop shop shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i put on weight every monday. raaahh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;night cycling tmr. i'll survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-6681298.post-110408008256935985</id><published>2004-12-27T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T00:54:42.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;arghs am like so super pist off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*roars*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*dingdong* announcement: to my dearest j2 odac-ers. our last gathering ish on the 29th. wed. time dunnoe.venue my place. overnight-ers allowed. guys cook. girls watch. or maybe we can consider mambo nite aft tt. *screams* 1 2 3 4 tell the pple what you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-110408008256935985?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/110408008256935985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681298&amp;postID=110408008256935985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/110408008256935985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681298/posts/default/110408008256935985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com/2004/12/arghs-am-like-so-super-pist-off.html' title=''/><author><name>the spoiled perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-110407783443352471</id><published>2004-12-27T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T00:17:14.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;raahhs.. im hooked on the korean drama beautiful days.. geex.. ryu si won is soooooo cute.. haha ic an just stay at home and watch him smile disc after disc.. haha.. and the song is nice too.. i wan to learn some korean too.. bleahs.. woke up at 1plus today.. and watch my ryu si won show till 5plus... den went out with my familt.. ate at country manna.. haha.. jumbo trio platter rawks.. there was smoked ribs.. grilled chicken.. n a dory fillet.. damn worth it.. *yums* am hungry again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i hate it when some pple do nothing but assume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;make untrue statements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;speak nothing but nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;am super turned off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y U C K S .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-110400030257795029</id><published>2004-12-26T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T02:45:02.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;am happy. haha.. my christmas day was spent like... this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;morning-sleeeeeeeeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;afternoon-sushi buffet with my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;late afternoon till night-shopping with teefy n miss model cheok xue ting.. geex..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;late night-chinablack wif leonard eugene tom-ass n *geex*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shopping wif teefy n xt was something we've not done in 1354758 yrs.. haha.. n yesh.. is saw my levis guy.. teefy was trying to help me take fotos of him wif my phone but always take his side view only.. *pouts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;anyway.. i finally bought the damn 593 which i've been wanting to get... since.. the start of the year? raaahhh... den uh bought the same slippers together wif teefy.. haha.. tink my feet shrink-ed shrank..shrunk.. lolx...ok am abit not low now.. haha.. oh yah gotta blog tis down manx.. teefy will be sooooo delighted.. haax.. we wanted to get sthg to much on so we decided on the shilin thingy.. dunnoe was xxl crsipy chicken thing la.. haha.. yahs i tell u.. tt fucktard [tts wad teefy calls him] at the cashier was like so super idiotic-spastic and uber fucked up.. he kept insisting tt we Q up for the damn-ed packet of stupid crispy chicken?? raahhs.. and the way he talk was like some spastic animal wif a damn thick lips.. yucks.. super yucks.. teefy was so super pist she was like practically staring at the fucktardchew[we saw his name tag] when we were collecting our damn-ed chicken.. raahh so pple dun ever visit tt stupid shilin snack thingy at far east.. unless u want to be served by some spastics thicked lips animal..*mumbles* aft tis we went to sit down at coffee bean in taka to yak yak yak.. blardy hell stupid spastics animal.. think he like gave us an extra dose of tt spicy powder thing.. me teefy felt like our lips were growning to be like his.. yucks!!!! he should just fuck off n die.. am so blardy pist... *roars*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;aft teefy left went to meet may may.. geex.. she's such a sweetie.. hahas.. she promised me tt she'll buy me all the dark chocolates i want aft she get her pay.. lol.. n just now.. she passed me a packet of dark chocolate balls from tis chocolate shop in ps.. *muaacks* haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;den at ard 10 plus went to meet up wif leonard n eugene for chinablack.. we were rather sian-ed cos it wasn't a very big grp of us going but soon things got better went we met more pple there.. n yahs.. *cokecan* was there.. and he joined us.. haha.. before tt me leo n eugene got a jug of orange rum.. den we weren't high enuff so the 2 of them wanted soem tequila shot n the price on top was cheaper den tt below.. so we went up.. tts how i met *cokecan* hahax.. got me my vodka lime as promised.. den we crapped.. n he went on to buy leonard a vodka 4.. haha.. he's such a idiot.. went to ask the person for a super strong onex that will knock leonard out.. lol.. it was tis brown liquid thing in a cup.. den the person lighted up another glass of liquid n poured it in to the brown liquid glass den u hafta hurry drink finish as he pour the drink if not the straw will melt kind of thing.. ahha.. look kinda intimidating when they were preparing the drink.. n it cost *cokecan* 25bucks.. haha.. but he said its the government paying so nvm.. lol.. den they talked abt ns stuffs.. yak yak yak.. n soon i got another cup of vodka lime for free.. raah but i din finish it.. my parents damn spoiler.. pple getting into the mood already den they come fetch me.. haha. i went in at 11 and hafta leave at 1245.. like wtf... lol.. but nvm i save on cab fare oso.. so when i was abt to leave.. leonard asked if i need anyone to accompany me down n *cokecan* offered to walk me to the bridge at far east.. where my dad's waiting for me.. geex.. actually i tink im still high cos i drank more than i did at zouk the other day.. if i stayed on longer at black i tink i'll be crawling home.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;in the car my mum said i smelt like i smoked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i burped.. and my parents asked if i drank...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;in the lift my face was damn red.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and they confirmed that i drank..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i admitted.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;but i denied tt i smoke cos i DON'T SMOKE and i HATE SMOKERS. raaahs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;but luckily they din scold me for drinking they just told me to be careful.. and not leave my drinks unattended.. like.. yah yah yah.. *mumbles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ookies.. its 2.30.. i tink its time for me to surrender to my comfy bed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; nites world... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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perfectionist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940544265477525099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6681298.post-110390994284880571</id><published>2004-12-25T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T01:39:02.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;merry christmas one and all.. christmas eve's eve was spent bbq-ing wif my family.. and christmas eve was spent sleeping at home in the afternoon.. lol.. after effect of zouk-ing.. rahhs.. den at night wen suntec to shop was supposed to meet uray n shengs in town but i pang-sei them.. haha.. den in the end they came my place.. was rather surprised cos when they called me they were already downstairs and it was like 10mins to christmas.. haha.. they tink they are christmas surprise for me.. lol.. they came wif a bottle of vodka lemon for me.. ruffles.. n 3 bars of kit kats.. haha.. they're spending xmas night at my place.. but my parents dun really seem to happy abt the idea of a guy staying over.. haha.. actually they are like beside me now.. so aft blogging tis guess i'll just bring them down to the poolside to yak till morning.. so my mum won't say anything bout having shengs satying over.. haha.. laiyongshen u better be honoured cos its the first time u r staying over at my place wif my parents acknowledgement.. raahhh.. okays its like the 2nd hr of xmas now.. haha.. i dun feel very chrismas-sy.. bleahs.. tink i better go accompany my guests now.. haha vodka lemon.. here i come..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681298-110390994284880571?l=ialwaysgetwhatiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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