<?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-31174247</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:42:48.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cookiemonster's paradise</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115989242602502227</id><published>2006-10-03T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:20:26.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;after sooo soooo long, i finally decided to blog again. i now realise that i blog when there is something i don like in my life. or when something in my life don like me. ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway, now im rly pissed. rly rly pissed. with myself. -.- becoz i feel like a dam loser. CTs are coming round the corner. not a big corner. its jus a 10 days corner. and im failing every subject. ok maybe not every subject. just subjects like maths..physics..bio..chem..um. and eng? i dono. i just know i am not absorbing ANYTHING in class nowadays. my brain is full of haze. too dense to absorb anything. my foundation for my sciences are too weak. freaking weak. i don even know how to write formulas for chem, let alone writing abd balancing equations or wad, ionic equations (i don even know wads tt). plus this oxidation thing.. wad is oxidation? tch..hm my physics..um. don wana tok abt it. i only know abit for moments how to calculate the equilibrium thingy. ok maybe i don't.. hm..bio. wad the heck. i don even know wads tested for bio -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;zz. i gg alr. now one of my favourite songs is half the man i used to be by nirvana. coz its like totally relevant to my life coz now im like none of the man i used to be &gt;_&gt; looking back at my primary school days, everything was smooth flowing. my academics are like yi ji bang and no nid to worry tt kind, and i was a prefect (tch unbelievable rite) and i have great friends etc etc. and at one point in my primary school life, i rmbr telling my mum that i think my life is perfect. and so she said, 'zui hao yi hou ye shi zhe yang. yin wei nothing will stay the same'. tt time i was still o.0 coz i rly canot imagine how life can be unperfect ever. ignorance is bliss.. i guess if i never grew up from primary school, everything might still be 'perfect' to me now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now, everything is meaningless to me and i feel like shyt. but you came and brightened up my life. now your the only reason why im alive. i mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everything is falling apart, except us. i hope we stay tt way. coz i rly appreciate our r/s..and i rly appreciate you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh well back to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115989242602502227?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115989242602502227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115989242602502227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/10/haha-hi.html' title='haha hi!'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115814663613770704</id><published>2006-09-13T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T19:23:56.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;du di du di du. flea inspire me. :) sry jus being bored and random and thus decided to crap abit here. ciaos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115814663613770704?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115701957730595844?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115701957730595844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115701957730595844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/08/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115643615335458867</id><published>2006-08-25T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T00:15:53.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heya heya heya heya. long time no post. coz i have more impt stuff in life to do than sitting in front of the com and wallow in my own misery, which is now gone due to some unknown (to you, not to me) reasons. lol. hm nth much to post..shall post ltr when i think of them :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115643615335458867?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115643615335458867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115643615335458867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/08/lol.html' title='lol'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115514511341362892</id><published>2006-08-10T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:59:53.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha. what a national day. we planned to watch the fireworks in the evening but didnt manage to wait for so long. too many ppl at esplanade and too dark..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today. we went to watch lakehaus at cwp. then we went to city hall, then decided that we should go dhoby ghaut if we wana eat (actually its just me lol). so we went back to DG and went to plaza to eat kfc. after that, went back to CH and navigated our way to esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached there, we planned to go to the rooftop to watch the fireworks. but after getting to the second floor, we realised that for god-knows-what reason the rooftop is not accessible to the public &gt;_&gt; so we went back down, followed the crowd to this wide and big place outside esplanade to see god-knows-what. after waiting for at least an hour standing there chatting and doing nth else, we decided that we don't wana see the god-knows-what so we went back inside esplanade. that was when i suggested we go back to plaza to watch another movie to kill time. its was about 7.45pm then. so there we went and we watched the fast and the furious - tokyo drift. i think i bored her to death because i don't think she enjoys such movies (does she? well, i do : ) so i realised movies like lakehaus are better choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after tokyo drift, we went back home by mrt. thats when *deletes spoilers* starts to happen :) hmhmhm. then when we reached woodlands, we sepArated with much grief :( (hope we can go out more often :D :D :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im back home eating two gardenia vanilla twiggles, drinking cold coffee from this morning, and blogging. and doing my ss :) and my sore throat-cum-cough is still not cured yet. gotta see doctor tml. but i hope i get fever tml. then no piano (Y) ok. gotta finish ss. really. i mean it. ciaos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115514511341362892?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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home. all bored people welcomed to come to my house and dono do wad. coz im bored as well. but i shud be occupied tml at least :) woohoo. tsss. tsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115504243417546263?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115504243417546263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115504243417546263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-ya.html' title='oh ya'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115504190378804341</id><published>2006-08-08T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:02:25.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wooo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blog's been dead for quite a few days. sorting things out tts y. i still haven completed my ss project &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i become an ah gong :) don't ask me why. someone should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. today, national day celebrations. sec 3 programme dam boring. luckily my seniors asked me to play for their band for their national day item *shrugs*. so there i was, playing trooper and um where i belong (&gt;_&gt;) and home (-_-") and some other random pop songs. zz. but i didnt realise my right index was clotting blood the whole time (Y) i win :) and there is this red spot on my right index now. woohoo. now i realised playing too much trooper is unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after national day celebrations, me hiok and fzh went to peninsula plaza and i bought a second hand distortion pedal (which is not for bass) for 80 bucks because i don wana hold on to paul leng's pedal for too long. im a nais gai :) then after hiok's complaints of how noob the pedal is is etc etc, we went to swee lee to check out some guitar stuff there. today, i realised i looove wood-coloured elec bass. don ask me why. i dono. then after that, we went back to peninsula plaza coz fzh said he wanted to get something there. in the end, it was me who bought a portable amp (which is not for bass again) for 50 bucks all because of next year's busking. but after some thinking, i realised i can use that with my acoustic as well :) so, no loss. (Y) then after that, while me hiok and fzh were leaving, we passed by some shops selling band tees. after looking through some, me and hiok bought an iron maiden tee each and fzh bought a led zepellin (shyt i forgot how to spell that) tee and that took about 1hour :) and hiok was nagging that he need to go home early when he was the one stopping at random shops and looking at random stuff. tchtch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, i spent about 138 bucks (8 bucks for the shirt) on random stuff, mostly not related to electric bass. no. actually, all not related. &gt;_&gt; but nvm. the second hand pedal should look as good as new after some repainting which i will do tml or thurs or fri after i finish my ss :) and the sound is bu cuo. about the same as the bass pedal paulie lent me. hm. so now i have, three amps (one guit amp lent to paulie), one elec bass, one acoustic, um and the portable noob amp, and the two pedals. so now my room quite messy liao :( but nvm. who ask me to like music :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. today at some shop selling lotsa t shirts, fzh was asking the shop owner if they got sell pantera or some other band's shirt (i forgot wad band). so trying to be hip and in, the middle-aged indian guy who's pants are quite high and has a tummy started saying 'oh we have all sorts of band t-shirts here. we have stuff like *lots of funny genres made up by him* and &lt;em&gt;metal core&lt;/em&gt;. (me and hiok started to smile) (Y) METAL CORE! haha! i mean thats even worse than jon gan's &lt;em&gt;heavy&lt;/em&gt; rock and stuff. but being polite ri boys, we stifled our giggles and start sending eye signals at each other :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so anyway, nth much happened next except me and fzh slept all the way from marina bay to yio chu kang and i to woodlands. wad else. oh ya. bought kfc, went home, eat, bassed abit, watch tv, blog, and deciding to bathe then do ss ltr. wish me luck. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115504190378804341?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115504190378804341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115504190378804341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/08/wooo.html' title='wooo.'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115476011079377752</id><published>2006-08-05T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T14:41:50.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went to slp early coz me and hiok stoned like 4+ hrs at mos burger toking crap and oogling at a counter girl called may tan there and of coz becoz my piano teacher taught me how to unwind so i went to slp despite the work i have due nxt wk :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i didnt post yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall post now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannah, i dono wad to say to you. but if u've only begin to realise everything now, it's too late. u asked me not to regret my actions. ur the one regretting now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised the love at 0 degree show (9pm chn 8, yesterday last episode) is practically depicting our (me, hannah and her bf) love journey. (Y) bu cuo rite. i was the weixiang in that show, she was yixin (obviously) and her bf was the guobin. don feel like explaining the plot of the story here. if u wana know, go mob tv and watch or go find on mediacorp webpage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i left ss project, which i promised i would start doing like 2 wks ago and now i still haven started yet. so i shall start after eating my lunch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115476011079377752?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115476011079377752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115476011079377752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115461922633726407</id><published>2006-08-03T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:33:46.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was quite an ok day..me n her, now normal frens. well, better than being enemies rite? sry it all has to end. i canot take it anymore. so, frens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. at least now i don feel so bad. ya. rite. today assembly nth much. just guitar meeting. overall, whole day quite slack. thursday could have been a fun day. got philo and english (Y) english = slack. maybe just one maths. tts all. then assembly. bu cuo rite. but after sch got piano &gt;_&gt; so wet blankety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today during piano, i learnt something that my father has already lectured to me about but i mostly ignored it because he kips repeating his point, from my piano teacher. my father asked me to know how to manage my time well. get enough rest. and said something about how ri is training us to face challenges in life in the future by pushing a lot of works and due dates to us and stuff. and my piano teacher said the same thing! i omost tot she was my father's long lost sister or smth. either that, or they are both saggitarus (i forgot how to spell that). zz. but funnily, when my father says those things, i felt pissed off at his nagging. but when my piano teacher says those things, she actually convinced me to study &lt;em&gt;smartly&lt;/em&gt;. and learn to unwind and not overwork myself. so here i am, &lt;em&gt;unwinding&lt;/em&gt; :) now im &lt;em&gt;unwinding&lt;/em&gt; so much, im leaving my gong han, which is due tml, to tml. :) do during chinese oral. and i realised that my piano teacher dam good. i told her shyt i very busy no time to revise my theory and do the hmk or practice my piano. then she say oh no problem. you one whole week nvr practice or do theory oso nvm. this one hour here is for you to break away from ur daily routine and &lt;em&gt;unwind&lt;/em&gt;. hm. so there we go. i donid to do theory, she is helping me to revise. and i jus nid to learn one small part of my first piece for Gr8 :) whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian. still got ss project, which i intended to start like 2 wks ago but now apparently due to other stuff i still havent started yet and its like due nxt wk fri. and nxt im most prolly gng out often coz national day hols. (Y) ya. so i rly dono. should i &lt;em&gt;unwind? &lt;/em&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115461922633726407?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115461922633726407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115461922633726407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/08/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115451836409507776</id><published>2006-08-02T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T14:45:40.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dono wad to post..</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i dono wad to post.. so i shall stop here :) im at marcus haus now helping him do his history project. to make an ancient coofin for royals. so. ok. bye. i m still forlorn. D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115451836409507776?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115451836409507776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115451836409507776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/08/dono-wad-to-post.html' title='dono wad to post..'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115443530721176640</id><published>2006-08-01T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:33:53.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;perhaps, i've loved wrongly. but u were the girl for me. i have never felt so strongly for anyone ever before. i don't know why i still stayed loyal to you, when you weren't even serious about me..all the times i tried to please you, you only ended up getting angrier..i have so much fustration..AND its all my fault. yes. all my fault. its better not to think. coz i think too much. i assume too much. so its all my fault. don worry. its my fault, not yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was wrong for loving you..i was wrong for thinking of you..i was wrong because you failed to bring across to me what you really mean..its all my fault..itx all my fault for making you my angel..itx all my fault for being your piggy once..itx all my fault for going to that bbq last year..itx all my fault for writing letters to you and replying your letters to me..itx all my fault for writing essays for you, about you..itx all my fault for having sacrificed so much for you, without you knowing it..itx all my fault for buying you presents from hong kong only to have them stolen at the next minute because u didn't cherish them as much as you don't cherish me..itx all my fault for being there for you whenever you needed me. itx all my fault for buying a pair of piggys for you on ur birthday..itx all my fault..itx all my fault..you. are. innocent. itx my fault that you didn't take me seriously. itx my fault that you crushed me so many times but i still stayed with you all along..itx my fault that you didnt want me to be more confident but gave me the wrong message so i tried again and again to woo you back..itx my fault that you dropped so many hints knowingly or not, that i didn't know what exactly you meant..itx my fault that you spun me round and round again leading me nowhere, leaving myself to deal with the confusion..itx my fault..not yours..Don't worry..you are NOT BLAMED for all these because they are all my fault. its my fault that you only wanted to be friends all along when you claimed that you loved me all along..nono...don't worry..itx MY fault..all mine..i shall go and reflect on my mistakes..for godknowswhat reason..itx all my fault, for loving you..my fault..don't worry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and halfway through, you made me break down for the first time. now, im really crushed. you never knew how MUCH you've hurt me all along, and there i was, trying to tolerate it all for your sake. for our 'relationship's' sake. you said i let you down twice..HI THERE, YOU'VE LET ME DOWN COUNTLESS TIMES DO YOU KNOW THAT?? you're seriously too selfish for your own good. i pity him for choosing to woo you back. he should just stick with your best friend. she is better off for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seriously crushed. i hate you now. i really do. i tore all your letters and essays you've wrote for me, my heart aching each time i did. but i told myself, you are not worth it. all that i've done for you are not appreciated by you. you tricked me. it was all a hoax. and there went the shredded pieces. gone like the wind. never to come back. &lt;em&gt;newflash: &lt;/em&gt;you've hurt me. you've seriously hurt me. time for you to know that. you're not the only victim here. i've had enough. get lost, you fucking bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115443530721176640?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115443530721176640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115443530721176640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/08/tch.html' title='tch'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115436855526581257</id><published>2006-08-01T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:55:55.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i don't think our group can finish our report &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; product by wednesday.. its like all our information are still scattered all over the place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..and i can't stop thinking about you..i can't stop posting about you..i can't make myself forget about you..i tried many times before..it all end up the same always..i just missed you more..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;..i can't bring myself to ask you the question again..i can't bear to make you stressed again..i can't bear to hurt you again..i can't bear to see another angry message from you..i can't imagine one day if we were really together..it's just so far away..i can hope for it to come soon..but looking at how things are now, i would be happy enough if we can just remain as didi and jiejie..i don't know why and how i started the spark two days ago..i don't know that my stubborness is so rigid..i don't wana quarrel with you again my dear..i yearn for the day when i can really call you my dear..but now, all i ask for, is to just remain as we were 3 days ago..i know i am a bastard to ask for you to pretend nothing's happened at all..i know i am selfish for doing that..so you can hate me for all you want..i just want you to know, nothing can change my feelings towards you..for a long, long time..i am really really sorry for hurting you so much..i am really really sorry for being a jerk yesterday..i am really really sorry for being my stubborn and thick-headed self..i am really really sorry that you had to bear with my incorrigible behaviour..i didn't mean for all these to happen..all i wanted that day, was to ask for your hand..to take a step further..to fight all risks and dangers that may come in our path..just to be with you..i know now that you are still not ready..i know that there's nothing i can do now to help..i just want you to know, that i will always be here, no matter how long you take to be ready..i just want you to know, that i really love you so..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115436855526581257?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115436855526581257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115436855526581257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115436735919533399</id><published>2006-08-01T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:36:05.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bu cuo lar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at least amidst my own chaos, i managed to crap out a chinese speech for oral for tml..now on to the memorising part..i hope its not my turn tml..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..you are always on my mind. no matter how hard i try to divert my attention away from you. u make me feel worthy of living. u put a meaning to my life. ur my everything. i love you..and i swear that i've never felt this strongly towards any other girl before..i wana hold you in my arms and never let go..i wana keep u in my arms and cherish you for eternity..i want you to be happy..now it's just a question of whether you are willing to let me..to let me come into your life once again..to be your piggy once again.. to reply your letters to me regularly..i love you, yes i do..im incomplete without you..you make me go crazy over you..you make me enjoy every little thing i do..you make me lose control..you make me wana die for you anytime..you make me who i am today..you make me, me..complete me..you make me cry over you for no particular reason..you make my heart ache just thinking about how close yet far you are from me..you make me smile with your simple greetings everyday..you make me wana beat up my friend who thinks you look disgusting..you make me miss you terribly while im typing this right now..you make me think..you make me write short essays about you..you make me sacrifice my free time writing things about you, or simply jusy thinking about you..you make me do so much more..and the list goes on..i dono when and where it will end..but i know that it will not end soon..just like my love for you..its entangling me with its tight grip..&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; are entangling me with your sweetness and innocence..you make my life revolve around you..you make me hesitate about ending this post..you make me wonder what else i should add on..you make me think of you with every song that i listen to..you make me link every song i've heard before to our relationship..you make me go crazy..you make me spin..you make me love you, like never before..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115436735919533399?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115436735919533399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115436735919533399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/08/bu-cuo-lar.html' title='bu cuo lar'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115436020125598807</id><published>2006-07-31T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T23:36:41.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just when i thought everything is carried away by her acceptance, everything came crashing down on me again, harder this time.. see, your words mean a lot to me. you can practically alter my lifestyle with just a few words. good or bad, its all up to you.. now, i can't concentrate on my work, because all i have in mind, is how to please you and to understand what you really want from me. ur really important to me. you really are..believe it. i don't know how else i can bring this across to you. im stating this right here, right now: i need you in my life. i need you to guide me. i need you to help me find a purpose in my life. i need you to motivate me like u did in the past. i need you..please..im willing to do anything to please you. im now literally breaking down..im losing focus..im gona lose it soon..i lost my compass..i lost my bearings..i lost you..but i found you again..i cannot afford to lose you again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115436020125598807?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115436020125598807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115436020125598807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/tt_31.html' title='T.T'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115435697035420095</id><published>2006-07-31T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:42:52.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shyt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now im having consecutive mood swings.. i mean, my spirit was lit up by her just this evening, and not too long ago, it became colder than a glacier.. i thought that after spilling out all my feelings and thoughts to her in the harshest way ever would let her understand how i feel..but it all came to square one..she still is unconfident in starting anew with me. that, i can't blame her. coz i was the one who caused her to feel that way. But i mean, u said u couldn't feel my love. So im trying my best to let you know that i love you, i need you. but then again, you told me that you feel that you are being treated like a toy, throwing you away as i wished, and picking you back as i wished..you said you don't know what i want from you..now, i don't know what you want from me.. i want you in my life, but then you are making me feel bad trying to love you more.. not that im regretting now again. im not regretting anything. i just need to know what you really want. you make my world chaotic, you make my world peaceful, you make my world go round. but now, im just going round and round in circles, trying to reach the depths of your mind. i am trying to understand. please don't condemn me straight away. im trying my best. please give a chance. one more chance. please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115435697035420095?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115435697035420095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115435697035420095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/shyt_31.html' title='shyt'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115435554751416156</id><published>2006-07-31T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:19:10.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suddenly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i enjoy everything in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-flipping open my fone to see your msg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-taking out my work and start doing enthusiastically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-goin to school everyday because i know that you won't ignore me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-waking up so early so that i can send you a 'good morning' message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-being the one you cared for and loved all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-being yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;please cherish me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;because i will cherish you even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;keep this relationship going,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i promise i won't hurt you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i need you in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;please stay by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;whether as my girlfriend or just my jie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im happy for either way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you said u can't accept me now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i will wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you said i treated you like a toy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i didn't mean for that to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you said you can't feel my love as much as i can't yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i will love you more by the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you said you didn't want me to wait and regret again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i will wait, but i won't regret ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i realised what i have been missing all this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i realised what my motivation is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i realised that all i need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if you still can't accept me now, i can wait. i won't regret ever again, if that is what you are worrying about. please, i need you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115435554751416156?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115435554751416156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115435554751416156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/suddenly.html' title='suddenly'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115426874746441118</id><published>2006-07-30T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:12:27.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no posts for the next few days, maybe even weeks. tis is gona take me some time..nidta pick up the pieces and move on..without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115426874746441118?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115426874746441118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115426874746441118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115426009463967127</id><published>2006-07-30T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T19:48:14.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>you destroyed me. thanks a lot. i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115426009463967127?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115424849764534368?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115424849764534368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115424849764534368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_30.html' title='...'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115424817679336343</id><published>2006-07-30T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T16:29:36.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115424817679336343?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115424817679336343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115424817679336343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/tt_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115417686973532151</id><published>2006-07-29T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:49:38.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;yong you ni wo de shi jie cai neng wan mei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115417686973532151?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115417686973532151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115417686973532151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/tt.html' title='T.T'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115401938068373460</id><published>2006-07-27T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:56:20.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zz..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nth much happened today..just that i was screwed for screwing up my sight reading today during piano. i was being subjected to extreme turmoil by being requested to sight read a whole new movement of a Beethoven piece. (Y) bu cuo rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm then after piano, went home. on the way home on the mrt, i saw alot of &lt;em&gt;mismatched couples&lt;/em&gt;. as in, pretty girls matched up with disgusting looking guys, or a disgusting looking girls matched up with handsome guys. V_V wad is this world turning into? is everyone so short-sighted by reality that they blindly search for a partner jus to make themselves happy? hm i dono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. reached home. decided to start on my ss project and philo draft essay 2 on &lt;em&gt;Is it possible to think without language? &lt;/em&gt;basically, i have no comments on this essay, because i was daydreaming thruout that lesson, which means my essay will be a crapped one. but i copied some imba long notes. and, there is always this thing called the internet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya so until now, instead of starting on my work, i have been reading random uncyclopedia articles coz im bored ._. see, i just can't concentrate at home. if i only had the time to go to the library to do them, would be more productive than just writing the title of the draft essay and saving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hiok's blog is getting dryier and dryier. lol. coz either 1) he is watching anime 2) he is chionging his work 3) he is aslp in front of the com or 4) he is watching anime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar. gentle reminders:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redpebble.blogspot.com/hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RIGE RAGE XI&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY 25TH AUGUST&lt;br /&gt;7.30PM TIX $8 FREE SEATING&lt;br /&gt;RJC PERFORMING ARTS CENTRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(psst. get tix from me. :])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. since i can't accomplish anything by sitting in front of the computer staring at my iTunes and my draft essay title, im going to sleep nao. ciaos. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs off to sleep (hey that's new)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115401938068373460?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115401938068373460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115401938068373460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/zz.html' title='zz..'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115393258973026597</id><published>2006-07-27T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:52:18.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a reminder..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RIGE RAGE XI&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY 25TH AUGUST&lt;br /&gt;7.30PM TIX $8 FREE SEATING&lt;br /&gt;RJC PERFORMING ARTS CENTRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET FROM ME HAHA NOT HIOK!! HE GOT DAM HELL LOT OF GIRLS TO SELL TO. I DON HAVE!! SO, GET FROM ME. TAKE IT ON THE OTHERSIDE (ME)!! (haha tt didnt come out well hur x] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115393258973026597?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115393258973026597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115393258973026597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-reminder.html' title='just a reminder..'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115392608096134197</id><published>2006-07-26T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:01:21.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my blog links where got link to porn site lol.. don wori. i checked all liao. don have x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. today. pe haha. we played soccer. then i kicked the ball into the construction site TWICE. bu cuo rite. first time is i trying to block an attack so i raised my knee.. then my knee hit the ball. then *WHAM*. over it went. great. so the teacher told me after pe go ask the worker inside help bring the ball out. then second time, i trying to score. then dono hao, everytime i kick the ball then my leg make the sweeping movement then the ball flies UP and not straight. so in it went again. then i dam pissed off. went to ask two workers to help me get the balls consecutively, but both didnt manage to get in the end. walao i mean how big is the construction site la. lazy then say lor.. zz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya then RE. first time i was so enthu and worried abt it lol. and first time i actually am clear what we are supposed to finish. lol. bu cuo. i still don like saripah la..she at first seems like a nice nice woman, full of smiles one. budden after one incident our group realised that she is those kind that prioritise QUANTITY over QUALITY. i mean our draft report was quite thin la. but inside was like quality work lor. then we got a video in a cd about our case study. then she say why put one cd there. i bet she dono how to open the cd then want us to print out the frames la wth. then she say our lit review is wad, jus another literature essay. DUH. isn't a LITERATURE review a LITERATURE essay that summarises information from sources?? &gt;_&gt; then sumore she say our draft report &lt;em&gt;no literature. where is the literature? &lt;/em&gt;i mean wtf. i bet she don even know wad she wants from us la. wad literature. its all in our lit review wad. wth. nvm.. at least after feeling quite pissed off, our group went on and spammed like 25 more sources in our litreview. see wad else she can say about the &lt;em&gt;literature&lt;/em&gt; lacking in our report. walao. srsly. dam pissed with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enuf abt re. after sch, is guitar. yay (Y) but attendance was as usual on wednesdays lol. today like maybe abit more than 10 ppl came la lol. but today is small grp practice ma so nvm lor. so we practice our hotel california. then my bass is like, i know my part so well that i was practically stoning thruout the practice.. then hiok and kevin were like teaching pan zixiang hao to play the solo correctly lol. pzx still has the counting problem since last year our sec 2 small group performance lol. (Y) bu cuo. and oh ya. our guitar concert RAGE is held on &lt;strong&gt;25th august at RJC Performing Arts Centre 7.30pm &lt;/strong&gt;and the tix are &lt;strong&gt;$8 each free seating!!&lt;/strong&gt; grab urs while stocks last :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha after guitar. me n hiok introduced oyster meesua to gan! yay bu cuo. then gan was like 'wad a rip off la wad a rip off' coz he tot the meesua was too &lt;em&gt;starchy&lt;/em&gt; haha dono wad he mean. then hiok's oysters owaes bao4 zha4 b4 he could eat it. haha i dono wad he mean by bao4 zha4 coz my oysters owaes soft soft one no tan2 xing4 *shrugs* maybe mine bao4 zha4 oso. but overall, i advise consumers to eat it only occasionally. coz for some ppl, its addictive (hiok), and for some ppl, the taste dies off after a few times (me) ya. but its nais when you eat it along with a &lt;em&gt;cold &lt;/em&gt;dessert. like chendol, ice kachang, or MCFLURRY. (Y) the only drawback is you mite lao sai when u get home. but after several trainings, ur digestive system should have gotten used to it already so. gud luk :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus realised i got left out by one of our batch's greatest musicians. coz apparently he joined some chinese song writing competition and he wrote some chinese rock song. and he tot i was still a rhythmist. so he got some other guy to play bass T_T sob. so i shall not lend their bassist my bass :) sry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm ya. overall, quite a sad day coz of certain things that i canot mention here. yup. and tml's piano lesson &gt;_&gt; but ok la. at least no pieces and scales and sight reading to tahan lol. only got theory and other pieces (which i oso have no interest in)..k gtg see wad work i have liao lol. i dam scared see other ppl got so many stuff to do i now like dono wad stuff i nid to do la lol.. i noe got one ss project, chem finish liao, then got re report by friday, and running manual by nxt wednesday. and oral presentation for RE. oops haha. seems like quite alot of things. ok. ciaos. *runs off to do work, as usual*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115392608096134197?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115392608096134197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115392608096134197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/huh.html' title='huh'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115384283663085876</id><published>2006-07-25T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:53:56.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;today. was my grade 7 piano exam. i think besides my sight reading, everything else should be ok. so after tt, went to watch POTC with my father. the movie is bu cuo. quite lengthy oso. and it was at suntec city mall the eng wah cinema. then the cinema only got like 3 ppl watching coz its like 11.45am only. then me and my father went to the top and kop the sofa seats haha (Y) and shyt, we missed the part after the credits. my mei told me after the credits got this part where the dog becomes the tribal chief. lol. so to those who haven watch it yet, stay back after the credits. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went home after tt. and ya. i forgot to bring my ipod. so from marina bay to woodlands.. zz.. i realised i canot survive without my ipod. (Y) ya. and i bought burger king..went home..eat..watch tv.. and *WHAM* im aslp on the sofa. and the nxt thing i know when i wake up, its 9pm alr. and i haven bathe. bu cuo. so i wake up, see my fone. dam lot of msges.. ignored them.. then watch the 9pm show until 10. then bathe. bathe finish, reply msges, check blog, and realised that there are random ppl flaming on my taggybored. lol. did i mention, &lt;em&gt;jealous&lt;/em&gt;, as well? :) ya. but its not bad. coz i like to see how they make a fool outta themselves lol. its quite fun actually. don't you think? :) so, happy flaming, wincy and er, ryanchan. lol. i appreciate ur flaming. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after checking blog, here im posting. and them i realise i still got chinese ws due on monday that i haven even do yet. so. ciaos. *runs off to do work, still laughing at flamers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115384283663085876?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115384283663085876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115384283663085876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/whew_25.html' title='whew'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115374704909580504</id><published>2006-07-24T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:17:29.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;14 more hours to my piano exam. (Y) and even though i said i wasn't nervous at all, but nao its like all the nervousness suddenly come crashing down onto me. but if i don feel nervous, then i would feel weird. coz like. who wouldnt feel nervous before a huge exam rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i should just not think too much about it and jus go there and screw up a sight reading and do better for the rest. i hope. because when i tried sight reading again today on my own, it was terrible. i look at the score with all those notes, and my mind goes blur and suddenly i can't read notes.! its like a major mind block. but nvm. it'll all be over in aobut 14 hrs and 5 mins time. gud luk to me *pats meself on me shoulder*. ok i should get as much sleep as possible i guess. so ciaos. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115374704909580504?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115374704909580504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115374704909580504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/great.html' title='great..'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115373470084923432</id><published>2006-07-24T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T17:51:40.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomorrow, is my piano Grade 7 ABRSM exam!! shyt. i am gona screw up my sight reading. anyway, i actually did smth about the exam. i actually ponned guitar today to come back home to run through my pieces and scales. &lt;em&gt;and i actually practiced sight reading. hmm. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have finished practicing piano. and i realised playing too much at the last minute can smth make you forget the whole piece instead. scary. so nao im trying to get my mind off my pieces and here im blogging. currently, im chattin with my mei and learning tears in heaven from tabs. ya. first time i feel so carefree during a weekday. but i still have a bad outlook about the days after my piano exam. things will return to normal. works and due dates. but for nao, its peace and tranquility in my house, with the occasional guitar plucking and noise from the tv.. ah. this is the life. &lt;em&gt;is it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115373470084923432?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115373470084923432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115373470084923432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahh_24.html' title='Ahh.'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115367541132723018</id><published>2006-07-24T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T01:23:31.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where are you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i stare at my english assignment. and i wonder to myself what's the reason i am writing this crap. what is the purpose. why am i even studying. if my life is gona be so boring, full or work and due dates, then i would rather choose not to be born. what is the point. what is the point. im not enjoying it one bit. nah-uh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wake up so early everyday, just to get to school in time. but i've never asked myself. why am i rushing to school. is it because i like studying. is it because of my friends. or is it because i have to. what is the point of rushing to school everyday, afraid to be late, and not enjoy the rest of the day in school, except maybe my cca. now that i've asked myself. i couldn't give myself an answer. im so lost in reality. that i yearn for a release. into another world. where there are no work loads, no due dates, no..you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes you linger around in my mind, my thoughts, and i tried brushing you away like an irritating pest that has bugged me for ages. finally, i thought i had succeeded. but when i saw you again that day, it all returned to square one. why did you come into my life. it was all perfect before you left. now that you're gone, i feel shattered. but when i tried forgetting you, you appeared in front of me again, and left. again. and then i couldn't brush that feeling off my head, my heart. you have me entangled. yes you have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how long, how long. will i slide. seperate my sight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how long, will i slide. in this reality. how long, will i slide. into a world without you. how long, will i slide. how long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel so very disorientated. i need someone in my life. someone who can make my day, any day. anytime. anywhere. anyhow. someone who can make me smile at her sight. someone who can guide me in this reality. someone who appreciates me. someone who makes cards for me for no reason. describing how much she appreciates me for being me, and for being hers. i yearn. for that someone. wherever you are. i really hope to find you soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mum just made a cup of hot chocolate for me after seeing that i still have to rush work at such late hours. i stare at the cup of hot chocolate. and i felt all warm and fuzzy inside. at least i know, there is still someone in my life who will look over me, taking care to my every little needs. thank you mum. i appreciate you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to me, i cannot find any specific strengths in myself. yes perhaps i can play the guitar, slap some bass and improvise some chords on the piano. but all in all, i am even worse than ryan chan in my studies. i cannot focus on what i am doing. i cannot focus on what is more important. i get distracted whenever i sit in front of my computer. just like now. when im supposed to be worried about not being able to complete my maths portfolio on time, here i am blogging away my inner thoughts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my father just came home. and the first thing he did was to complain why i have the bad habit of doing last minute work late at night and not complete them in the day. my first impulse was to scream out, what the fuck i have been trying to finish my never ending workload since i woke up and you have already left home for work. what do you know about me. you don't know anything about me. although you claim to understand teenagers because you had been through this 'stage'. i hate to hear nonsense like these come out from your mouth. but when i really look at himin the eyes after his complaint, i realise that all that, had just been words of concern. words of concern from a busy father, who only comes back home late at night to see his tired and worn out son still at his work, to his son. i held back my tears then, as they struggled to burst through my tear ducts. i remained silent as he drone on and on until he finally went into the bathroom. i looked at my cup of chocolate, which had already turned cold. and i thought to myself. what will happen if im gone one day. will my parents miss me. will anyone else besides my parents miss me. am i of any significance to this world. i don't think so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i see people in my class who are good in maths, i tried to follow their examples. i tried catching up with them. but to no avail. i see people in my class who are good in chemistry, i tried to learn writing equations and balancing them from them. i tried to learn finding molecular formulas from them. but to no avail. i see people in my class who are good in sports. i know it myself, so does everyone else, that im weak physically. not that i don't want to train or tone my body. i can't..i tried playing basketball, and making it my favourite sport. but i realise, soon, that i can't even last half a normal basketball match. i have psychomoto with my lay-ups. i have lost touch ever since i gave up on basketball. so i tried going to music. i joined mep in secondary one. it was quite ok. secondary two. it got a bit harder to cope. end of secondary two, i quitted mep when i found out that we are learning history of music in secondary three.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have piano lessons every thursday. yes, i used to love going to piano lessons. not until i had to change from going to plaza singapura every saturday to going to my teacher's house in eunos every thursday after school. i dread travelling that far, to get screwed up for my disgusting sight reading, and then travel a long way home, just to face my work load again. however, when you were still in my life, i could meet you sometimes after my thursday lessons. and that motivated me to go for my lessons. but now that you are gone, so did my motivation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;this coming tuesday, 25th july, would be my grade 7 ABRSM piano exam. and this is the first time i am actually not intending to do anything about it, even though i am really worried that i may fail. i look at fingers, and i thought to myself. why have i been learning the piano for so long. is it because of a childhood interest that slowly dies off as age progresses. or is it because i am destined to promise her that i will play for her 'feng' on a white grand piano, on a wide meadow, and let her slip away from my hands before that could even happen. anyway, back to the piano exam. i look at my exam pieces book. i have been using it since the end of last year. am i enjoying what i have been playing inside that book. am i enjoying playing the pieces to my teacher every week for her to criticise on my lack of musical details. nah-uh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all in all. i regretted living in this reality. where i meant no significance to anyone. where i used to think i actually mean a lot to someone. where i thought i had talents that no one else could have. where i thought i had the intellect to make it into raffles institution. where i had lost everything that meant so dear to me. where i lost, you..where are you. i need you back in my life, even though im trying to convince myself at this very minute that i don't. i need you. where are you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115367541132723018?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115367541132723018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115367541132723018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-are-you_24.html' title='where are you..'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115364856756304140</id><published>2006-07-23T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:56:07.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and my piano exam is like this coming tuesday and i don even have the time to practice for it. (Y) im gona break down. soon. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115364856756304140?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115364856756304140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115364856756304140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-ya_23.html' title='oh ya'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115364828062282900</id><published>2006-07-23T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:51:20.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;very gud job. i tried to wake up at 6.30am to make it to dawei and his friends' church service at 8 plus but coz i slpt at like 3 am last night so tt was practically impossible. so in the end, i woke at like 1.30pm (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 1.30pm. i ate lunch. and started doing my work at 2pm. i planned to finish my re source analysis by 4.30; my chinese essay by 6;and my eng assgn by 7; and then my maths portfolio can slowly do. but nao apparently due to online distractions :), im still doing my source analysis for my 4th source. tt means one more source to go. and im supposed to be finishing my chinese essay nao. and im here blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y isit, that ri ppl have to be so busy and occupied during the wkends and other schools can be relaxed instead. its not as if our homework are like pieces of worksheets that can be completed in minutes. they are like big assgns and projects that have freaking close due dates. and all those stuff i said above are all due tml. and i haven't included other stuff which are not due tml but really soon. and i havent studied for my maths cct. great. i hate the wkends. and i still canot upload the song on my blog coz freewebs is like need my account to be 7 days old before i can upload &lt;em&gt;mega huge&lt;/em&gt; files that are like only&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;a few mbs big. wth. im dam pissed nao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115364828062282900?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115364828062282900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115364828062282900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/hai.html' title='hai'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115358751827350747</id><published>2006-07-23T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T00:58:38.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no taime to post today coz gotta chion my work for monday coz i gng out tml..die..i got like re limitations to edit, chinese essay to write and one eng assgn which is supposed to be finished in class like last wk lol. ok. ciaos. *runs off to do work*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115358751827350747?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115358751827350747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115358751827350747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi_23.html' title='hi'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115349260822059767</id><published>2006-07-21T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T22:36:48.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wth..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i just realised i haven validate my email address on freewebs.. so all the time taken to upload the song is like wasted. (Y) waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im gona try to find the work im supposed to do and actually TRY to do them. wish me luk. *pats meself on me shoulders* *walks off to find work*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115349260822059767?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115349260822059767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115349260822059767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/wth.html' title='wth..'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115349213738029107</id><published>2006-07-21T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:55:30.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to post today. first thing, today i shall declare friday as my favourite day of the week. coz many fan things happen on friday. we got 2 academic lessons, ok actually 3 but english is very slack, and CLE. then after school = guitar (Y) budden in between after school and guitar, there is a time gap of 2 hrs. so me and hiok hong feel very bored. at first wana go pene plaza wif fzh. budden, dono y hiok don wana go, then i oso don feel like gng, so we decided to go mep room to slack slack play piano. then we see shawn neo there, who is the only strings guy in RI that hiok does not hate. :) then suddenly, hiok hong feel even more bored. so he starts throwing chairs onto a stack of chairs, trying to stack them up. then shawn neo stop playing violin. And start to do the same :) then, i oso suddenly stop playing piano. And start throwing chairs oso. then we were having so much fun (shawn neo pwned us, he scored 5 chairs, hiok scored 3, i scored none :] ) when suddenly some random guy pop up from behind the door and said 'hi we are having training next door'. (Y) so being nais gais, we stopped our game and went for cca. after this, me and hiok decided to camp in mep room every friday and throw chairs, on the &lt;em&gt;otherside &lt;/em&gt;of the classroom. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and second thing. after guitar, hiok went to pee, as usual. so me and jon gan followed him to the toilet. so hiok went in first. and gan, as usual, attempted to switch off the toilet lights and shut the door from outside. so i was standing beside him like o.o then just when hiok about to walk to the door and force it open, gan said 'ooh, i jus realised i nid to pee oso, shit.' so he opened the door, and out came a pissed hiok hong. and jon gan went in. and u can imagine wad happened next :) gan just can't beat us two haha. he loves owning himself too. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes..fan things happen on fridays. but still it all becomes not fan during my way home. coz tts when i sit down on the mrt and start to feel tired and pissed coz tts when i would realise hao much shyt load of work i haven done yet. then i will start to sleep (and drool. ya i did today haha. hope no one saw it xD c'mon la, i was rly tired and my head was like facing down la. so naturally my mouth muscles relaxed and there goes the drool. :] ) and when i open my eyes its woodlands already. didnt know i could sleep so deeply on mrt lol. and when i get home, it gets worse. coz i will feel very disoriented (or disorientated i dono. my english sux.) coz i know i got shyt load of work to do but i can't list them down in my head and nothing is motivating me to do them except maybe the approaching deadlines. (Y) so naturally, i have no mood to do anything else, even bassing, except blogging and here im. hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, im trying to upload wonderwall to my blog nao. hope it works :) hm. yyyyyy. can someone pls orientate me Y_Y i nid some directions.. where r u.. there are many things that i would like to say to you..i said maybe, ur gona be the one that saves me. and afterall, ur my wonderwall. (haha can't help it. tis song's been stuck in my head for ages. :] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115349213738029107?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115349213738029107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115349213738029107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/two-things.html' title='two things'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115340991430567934</id><published>2006-07-20T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:38:37.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderwall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This song rox. it's Wonderwall by Oasis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is gonna be the day&lt;br /&gt;That (But) they're (they'll) gonna (never) throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow realized what you gotta(you're not to) do&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do&lt;br /&gt;About you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backbeat the word is on the street&lt;br /&gt;That the fire in your heart is out&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've heard it all before but you&lt;br /&gt;Never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do&lt;br /&gt;About you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads we have to walk (that lead us there) are winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that lead us there (light the way) are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I&lt;br /&gt;Would like to say to you,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause maybe,&lt;br /&gt;You're gona be the one that saves me?&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my Wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe,&lt;br /&gt;You're gona be the one that saves me?&lt;br /&gt;You're gona be the one that saves me?&lt;br /&gt;You're gona be the one that saves me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay me and hiok can sing this song. bu cuo. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115340991430567934?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115340991430567934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115340991430567934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/wonderwall.html' title='Wonderwall'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115340696240903590</id><published>2006-07-20T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:49:22.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omfg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i cant believe it. gan is srsly screwed up. im speechless. *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115340696240903590?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115340696240903590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115340696240903590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/omfg.html' title='omfg.'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115339409089543501</id><published>2006-07-20T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:14:51.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;today. was a depressing day. dono y. feeling way down when i woke up. oh. nao i realise y. coz today got piano. -.- then reach sch walk into class dao everyone coz no mood to chat and make a fool. then omost forgot to wear tie. then my tie tie until like shyt. all in all, it was a crapped up day. but philo was quite bu cuo. coz our teacher let us watch a movie 'Live in Baghdad' about hao american journalists writes propoganda either knowingly or not. so this movie is focused on the first night of the air strike by US on Baghdad, Iraq. then there was chaos and all and there were a few american journalists reporting live from baghdad to US about the happenings there. we were asked to note hao the american journalists substitute words with negative meaning to them with another word with the same meaning, except that it sounds 'right'er. Their report made the US citizens feel that the air strike was a perfectly all right matter. the US was just &lt;em&gt;entering&lt;/em&gt;  Iraq. they were just &lt;em&gt;neutralising &lt;/em&gt;Iraq. wth. i mean at tt time i feel like fucking the US up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im digressing alot here. but somehao i like philo better than other subjects. dono y. maybe coz i think alot. but i find it hard to express them into words. so here im, practising thoughts expressing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok after school = piano. (N) altho everything went well coz tis is like my last lesson before my exam which is like nxt tuesday at suntec city, i still feel un-confident about the exam. coz mainly of my sight reading &gt;_&gt; i hate sight reading. my teacher said i above average for my pieces and average for scales. but sight reading is bleah 0.&lt; aural.. have to mug liao. i realised i can't answer fully many qns like describe the tonality and rhythm of the piece and all these crap. budden i know i say must mug here, in the end = nvr mug. so *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today aw. no lunch with hiok. coz someone went to NUS after school. bu cuo. so no oyster mee sua today. nvm. i got karli qicant and tau huay at home. oso bu cuo. omost the same as oyster meesua + mcflurry. except tau huay might be safer. and i didnt lau sai ytr at all haha weird. oh man. my stupid headache still haven go away yet..budden one thing very strange is when i playing piano my headache like disappear lidat then when i go out of my teacher's house then the headache suddenly come back o.o nao is like omost feel like vomiting tt kinda headache. zz. oh ya. gud excuse to slp early today. lol. y am i toking abt all these things lol..feeling so disorientated. like my life has no focus and meaning at all. its as if im just a cookie jar with no cookies in it.! tt sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw man. just rmbred still got 5 sources analysis to do.. and edit my limitations..ok. today canot do liao. coz my headache is hurting like crap. ok. gtg slack.! ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115339409089543501?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115339409089543501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115339409089543501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115332639932792401</id><published>2006-07-20T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:26:39.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where are you..?</title><content type='html'>dono y suddenly become very emotional after hearing qing tian (my favourite chinese song).. somehow, even tho the lyrics are not relevant, it makes me feel somehow after all that i've trying to do, like things like getting close frens like hiok and marcus and gfs that don't last just to fill up that emptiness inside me, im still a lonely person after all. people see me like quite active lidat but actually when im with myself, im actually very, very quiet. very. quiet. and now i realise how hard it is to find urself a lasting partner who is willing to share weals and woes with you; who makes your day just by seeing her; who makes you feel somehow that your life is incomplete without her, in a boys school like RI. my contact with girls is just getting lesser and lesser and im wondering how im gona cope my rjc life with tons of girls walking arnd in ur same class, same school compound.. i dono if i can have the confidence i used to have a few yrs back when i tot every girl i met was the girl of my dreams. i dono if i have the stamina to ensure a long lasting relationship when it does hit me nxt time. Somehow, i feel that my life is just incomplete without her. where are you? i need you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115332639932792401?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115332639932792401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115332639932792401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-are-you.html' title='where are you..?'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115332417520287875</id><published>2006-07-19T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:49:35.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>er..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogspot server really sux..hope tis post publishes correctly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.i don wana go piano tml. i don wana go piano exam nxt week. wth. stress. piano has nvr given me so much stress before..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115332417520287875?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115332417520287875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115332417520287875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/er_19.html' title='er..'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115331939689049032</id><published>2006-07-19T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:29:56.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hm</title><content type='html'>i jus realised i could play hc bass all the way w/o cramping wahaha. bu cuo. and i jus realised i haven't bathe yet since just nao dono hao nong ago. and wtf. tmlo got piano &gt;_&gt; srsly. i got no more interest in piano le lo. i mean every week go there kena screwed by teacher coz my sight reading sux. and i feel bad after every lesson coz it didnt go well. then that affect my exam pieces. which affect my scales. which then affect my aural. &gt;_&gt; i wana quit.! even tho i have one more grade to go, and ppl may say im crazy to give up at Grade 7, i still wana quit. coz no interest = win (Y) y bother stressing urself doing smth u no longer have interest in when u can give tt up anytime. so, i've decided. i might need to tok to my father about tt x which leads to another problem. coz he everyday cum home so late so i rarely see him during sch days. aye wad the heck. if only there were elec bass lessons, then i would gladly go coz i know i will enjoy it. but my mum jus don't understand. she say can only blame me for listening to pop songs while pointing to my itunes &gt;_&gt; (i was listening to iron maiden when said tt..) wth. y cant she jus understand.. i wana quit.! i don wan unnecessary stress liao. and anyway, i've grasped the piano already i mean like i can improvise anytime i want ok.. just that i more interested in bassing nao. yes. bassing rox. esp slapping. i mean like nao my hands are built for bassing liao la. like my fingertips no more feelings liao and stuff like these. hao to plae piano lidat. -.- i mean ok la. i won't stop playing piano jus coz i quit la. coz i still like playing piano. i jus don wan to get so stressed over the exams and the lessons coz i srsly have no interest in baroque, romantic, classical or 20th century piano pieces liao. SERIOUSLY. &gt;_&gt; i wana fucking quit.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115331939689049032?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115331939689049032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115331939689049032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/hm.html' title='hm'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115331276479125637</id><published>2006-07-19T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T20:39:24.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oyster mee sua..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tastes like shark fin lor. lol. the only difference is the oysters. haha bu cuo. me and hiok today very bored. so after guitar we went to j8 basement buy oyster mee sua from ShiLin or wadeva. then we decided to sit at KFC eating OYSTER MEE SUA and MCFLURRY. haha (Y) rly bu cuo. then the kfc cleaner kip eyeing us &gt;_&gt; so we went to foodcourt to eat. haha abit guai lan. oyster mee sua and MCFLURRY. :) my stomach dam comfortable. (Y) then after eating, don feel like gng home. so we decided to sit there and scout for chio bu. and at the end of the day, our chio bu count was: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad. keep it up bishan. ok jus reach home. go chong liang liao. ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115331276479125637?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115331276479125637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115331276479125637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/oyster-mee-sua.html' title='oyster mee sua..'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115324507000648090</id><published>2006-07-19T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T01:51:10.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;found my 5 sources..but ain't got time to write the analysis..hope marcus won't screw me up for tt.. i slpt 3 hrs ytr Y_Y today wana slp slightly more lol. sry. i promise i will finish them together with the manual. they are two different things anyway wad rite. :D 1.48am. gotta slp. wad a screwed day. had two cuppa coffee and still very tired. zz. ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115324507000648090?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115324507000648090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115324507000648090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/whew_19.html' title='whew'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115324155600962368</id><published>2006-07-19T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T00:52:36.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh ya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hiok jus nao ask me to blog..er blog wad ar? oh ya. blog abt hao gep rox and hao they love our guitar random gl craps and hao s/e ppl prefer to whack gl people up like ryan chan. ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMAO awaes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115324155600962368?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115324155600962368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115324155600962368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-ya.html' title='oh ya.'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115323852854497434</id><published>2006-07-19T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T00:02:08.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh.!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no fair.! i want my own skin codes! T.T (see im distracted already..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115323852854497434?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115323852854497434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115323852854497434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahh.html' title='ahh.!'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115323685815990942</id><published>2006-07-18T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:34:18.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can't believe i can actually focus and concentrate on my work for once and finish it fast lol. done my intro+method+limits. nao starting more sources and analysis. bu cuo (Y) i already have a feeling im gona get distracted. somehow. gud luk to me. *pats me on me shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;k. off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115323685815990942?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115323685815990942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115323685815990942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/wao.html' title='wao'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115322846062658752</id><published>2006-07-18T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:14:20.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha weird things can happen when ur dozing off and typing at the same time. u noe like wenever ur eyes drooping like mad then u fall aslp liao oso didnt realise then sudenly ur head drop then u suddenly wake up. lol. and then i rmbr jus nao wen i was typing half way 'to get a better idea on the running techniques found from..' then after tt b4 i knew it i fell aslp sitting on the chair. then tt time i was like somehow thinking of cookies or smth. then when i suddenly wake up coz my head drop, i saw on the screen 'to get a better idea on the running techniques found from gougou' and smth else haha i forgot. haha it was like dam weird la. lol. but nao no more le coz i drank coffee. &gt;_&gt; ok baq to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115322846062658752?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115322846062658752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115322846062658752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/haha.html' title='haha.'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115322777811277636</id><published>2006-07-18T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:02:58.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can kill. i mean, whoa. we went jamming today to try out our singer. budden in the end the whole performance thing is cancelled la. then its like we wasted time today waiting for the old hag to &lt;em&gt;cycle &lt;/em&gt;back to the studio, jamming, and also wasted money on that stupid studio with disgusting bass guitars and cables. and all that time could have been used to finish up my work which i think MOST PROBABLY is incompletable by twodae. thank you old hag. eu suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love bassing anyway~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115322777811277636?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115322777811277636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115322777811277636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/stress.html' title='stress'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115322692671668387</id><published>2006-07-18T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:48:46.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rip off..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wad a rip off. dam pissed today. and dam low. coz we went jamming and we wanted to start earlier and end earlier so that we can go home earlier to do work. initially it was 3.30 to 6.30 la. then coz we want to start earlier so we changed it to 2.30 to 5.30. then the stupid studio auntie gei kiang close the studio coz dono for wad fucking reason. then gang hao raining like fucking shit tt time. so she was &lt;em&gt;cycling&lt;/em&gt; back to the studio from her home. ok. so it was raining dogs and cats, but she was late for &lt;em&gt;45 mins&lt;/em&gt;. 45 mins ok. tts like, we might as well not change the time in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ok fine. she came. we were pissed. but being nice ppl, we tried to put ourselves in her smelly and wet shoes so we didnt complain. ok so jamming jamming. then slau all of a sudden become quite quiet, dowan to sing. then fzh oso suddenly got headache then complain say got stress coz got one week's worth of things haven't complete. but his case is understandable la. i mean, he had to attend his ahma's wake and all. so its was all low. stress wrapped the room like a fucking tight condom. alrite. so the only part i enjoyed during jamming was when we played the trooper (it was dam fucking nice the muds standing outside were like fucking jealous and dancing to it haha. fuck you muds.!) and when i was carrying my bass like in between my legs holding it up like a double bass. ok hard to picture but it was funky. and i realised i could play and sing better tt way lol. ok. jam jam jam troopy doody doo. then *WHAM* 5 .30pm! ok so we decided to stop coz we started at like 3.30 lidat coz the auntie was &lt;em&gt;cycling&lt;/em&gt;. ok nvm. so i went out first and asked the auntie 'er, we jam enough le (in chinese)' then she say 'har? i tot you say u jam 3 hrs when u advance-booked last week? canot wor. if u leave nao must pay for the 3 hrs coz it was advance-booked (in chinese)' wtf la.i mean we used 2 hrs only and SHE WAS LATE HERSELF and want us to pay extra. so i told her nicely 'but u were late (in chinese)' then she said 'yaya i know. but u advance-booked. so must use finish the 3 hrs if not i lose profit.' C'MON LA. as if anyone wana use ur stupid studios if we leave early la. i mean, the amps are good la. but the bass high notes are like spoilt la wth. then the cables are freaking loose ok. then the mike like no sound one. then freaking small room somemore. wth. and somemore, besides us, there was only another room occupied meaning that only my band, and that other band have booked studios in that fucking place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ok, after much negotiation, she decided to cut away half an hr price to replenish our loss time at the start. tts like CHEAP la. she was late for &lt;em&gt;45 mins&lt;/em&gt; ok. 45 mins.! she is some freaking old hag trying to rip off some young innocent students who only wanted to find a nice cheap place to enjoy their hobby la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after tt, we decided NOT to return tt place again. i hate stupid old rip-off hags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115322692671668387?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115322692671668387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115322692671668387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/rip-off_18.html' title='rip off..'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115320122661063374</id><published>2006-07-18T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T13:40:26.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taggybored is up. happy chittings. (Y) nxt up, blog songs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115320122661063374?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115320122661063374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115320122661063374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115319806390790348</id><published>2006-07-18T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T12:47:43.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guess wad. im in school nao. yes. school. decided to change my DMP during my free period haha. ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115319806390790348?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115319806390790348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115319806390790348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/heh.html' title='heh'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115315962736742367</id><published>2006-07-18T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T02:07:07.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nvm. decided to give up skinning for my blog today. gona slp soon. so ciaos. *gives cookies to everybody*. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115315962736742367?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115315962736742367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115315962736742367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok.html' title='ok..'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115315954047709202</id><published>2006-07-18T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T02:05:40.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;2am already. but tts my normal slp time. ya. im slp deprived. like hiok hong Y_Y (Y) and wth i jus tried out some gl blog html that will close ur explorer after 3 right clicks &gt;_&gt; zz. tts lame. but anw, i've created like 2 new skins today, but dono hao to add html to them T.T help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115315954047709202?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115315954047709202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115315954047709202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/waos.html' title='waos.'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115315720593740113</id><published>2006-07-18T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T01:26:45.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jus rmbred tml raody fao is jamming yeah baby.! we quite hardcore la. advance-booked the studio like last week and we gng after sch in sch uniform bu cuo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im loving it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115315720593740113?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115315720593740113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115315720593740113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/woohoo.html' title='woohoo.'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115315590035856690</id><published>2006-07-18T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T01:05:00.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;been screwing up htmls again. and my speech is half-done. *applause* zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115315590035856690?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115315590035856690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115315590035856690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/urgh.html' title='urgh.'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115315116207995544</id><published>2006-07-17T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:46:02.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;didnt realise my whole post was tabbed &gt;_&gt; zz. nvm back to work. and no taggybored yet. im beezi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115315116207995544?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115315116207995544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115315116207995544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/eh.html' title='eh.'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115315089211032792</id><published>2006-07-17T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:41:32.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate mondays..</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ah yes. mondays. typical mondays. first was ss period. didnt do my qns 3 on sources A, C and D. ok. nvm. lim yoke tong gave us the whole lesson to finish tt. but in the end, i copied her model ans and hand in. actually, tt was wad everyone did &gt;_&gt; (Y) nxt was..pe. screwed. i no nid take napfa haha so i slack arnd with the failures and there i saw paul leng topless coz he didnt bring pe &gt;_&gt; then he was like &lt;em&gt;black&lt;/em&gt; la. i mean, &lt;em&gt;really black.&lt;/em&gt; ok, he IS a bassist anyway :) and i love his du pi. very sexy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after pe..oh ya, we were held up for like 20mins after pe coz..coz we like it. :) and so cai yinghua was quite pissed but she didnt screw us up anw. so (Y). and ya i haven type my chainiss asssay yet. but no worries. told her i wld send her by today. and i did. not bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and after recess was most screwed. bio and physics, i was sitting with &lt;em&gt;zhu yi&lt;/em&gt;. bu cuo. then we were like umbrella-fighting thru out the two lessons and we were sitting in front and the teachers didnt care. i felt quite bad. :) coz i didnt understand a single tink. thanks alot zhu yi. i love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and after that, i had to wait for guitar for 2 hrs &gt;_&gt; so i decided to slack arnd in the library reading science magazine. then suddenly hiok pop out from nowhere and say 'EH, someone reading science magazine" -.- and ran off gaying with his gay fren.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;after almost falling aslp reading the mag, the bell rang yay. so i went for guitar and blablabla good practice blablabla not disciplined blablabla baroque trio and *WHAM* guitar is over. tt was like the only part of monday i enjoyed &gt;_&gt; other than paul leng's du pi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and after guitar me hiok and gan went to slack at macs and we ate mcflurry or mcflurrie or wadeva and crapped arnd. and then i realised i had tons of shit to do but in the end we left at abt 7.15pm. (Y) tts like, almost 2 hrs after practice ended. but tts our normal practice anw so wad the heck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and nao baq home 11.40pm and im supposed to chiong my english speech for tml and here im blogging :) hi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115315089211032792?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115315089211032792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115315089211032792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-mondays.html' title='i hate mondays..'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115306630263757278</id><published>2006-07-17T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T00:13:39.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG. I just realised i share the same hobby as hiok. ANIMORPHS!! AHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;-from hiok's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lol. i'm quite disappointed.. quote marco in animorphs book #40. 'isnt it kind of a let down when u find out that hero is some cripple?' no discriminatory remark intended, but i'm feeling smth liddat now haha. nao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;quite unbeliveable. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ok back to slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snores*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115306630263757278?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115306630263757278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115306630263757278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg.html' title='omg'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115306541865696003</id><published>2006-07-16T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:56:58.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*door clicking sounds*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*gasp* think tts my father coming home alr. bu cuo. alrite. muz shui jiao le. oh yarr..i haven chong liang yet. oh well. hu cares. ciaos. *gives everyone a huge cookie for supper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115306541865696003?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115306541865696003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115306541865696003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/door-clicking-sounds.html' title='*door clicking sounds*'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115306523709957092</id><published>2006-07-16T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:53:57.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sense of satisfaction..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;indeed. i finally finished my re report introduction. *standing ovation* huge progress. anyway.. i just realised that my father is coming home soon and if he sees me still sitting infront of the com at this time he will screw me up like nobody's business coz i was like still awake at 5am ytr doing html stuff for this blog &gt;_&gt; yea. big issue huh. and my chainiss asssae still haven type out yet. zz. bu cuo. nvm. i think i will type it tml.. and tt goes for the taggybored as well. hope i can get one by tml. ohh man. the pizza i jiaked just nao is still being digested in my du zi. hao to shui jiao ._. zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115306523709957092?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115306523709957092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115306523709957092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/sense-of-satisfaction.html' title='sense of satisfaction..'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115305927408437174</id><published>2006-07-16T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:14:34.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shyt..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guess im rly bored..my hmk stuff all sprawled out on the computer table in the living room, tv switched on, and me blogging, and my brain is trying to program me to start doing work. Oh, my mum jus shouted "dian shi ji guan diao!" ok.. *walks to tv and switched it off* nah, happy? ok nao wad.. i rly want to start doing work. and stop blogging. but as usual, i think alot. and nao that i love writing my thoughts down, hm. *chucks time for work into la ji tong* great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115305927408437174?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115305927408437174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115305927408437174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/shyt.html' title='shyt..'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115305899571887794</id><published>2006-07-16T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:09:55.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eek,i cnt believe i got close 2 calling jonathan cute.ERLACKK says (10:02 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dinn wann 2 make u a tool so tt he'll care more abt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eek,i cnt believe i got close 2 calling jonathan cute.ERLACKK says (10:02 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wantedd u as a tool so tt he'll care more abt whr we're headed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eek,i cnt believe i got close 2 calling jonathan cute.ERLACKK says (10:02 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or i'll chuck him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;fine...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115305899571887794?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115305899571887794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115305899571887794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/ohh.html' title='ohh..'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115305893503890017</id><published>2006-07-16T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:08:55.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shud i..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or shud i not, start do-win mai re repot..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or shud i not, start tipyng mai chainiss asssay..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or shud i not, stop blogging..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                            ..guess i should.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115305893503890017?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115305893503890017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115305893503890017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/shud-i.html' title='shud i..'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115305857715148037</id><published>2006-07-16T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:02:57.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whew..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was almost maide a twol by my fren to make her bf kare about her more &gt;_&gt; tts eveel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115305857715148037?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115305857715148037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115305857715148037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/whew.html' title='whew..'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115305505057515253</id><published>2006-07-16T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:04:10.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deleted posts..by force Y_Y</title><content type='html'>actually there was a post abt how hiok gets very expressive when he is pissed off with *someone*. but since it is kinda obvious when *someone* sees it, so there it goes. *chucks post into la ji tong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115305505057515253?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115305505057515253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115305505057515253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/deleted-postsby-force-yy.html' title='deleted posts..by force Y_Y'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115305228375862464</id><published>2006-07-16T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:18:03.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>um</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've just decided to look for taggy aider after my re report or tumoroll. coz apparently, report is more importen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115305228375862464?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115305228375862464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115305228375862464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/um.html' title='um'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115305089327322881</id><published>2006-07-16T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T19:54:53.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>er..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i just realised this skin no have archives. (!!) great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115305089327322881?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115305089327322881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115305089327322881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/er.html' title='er..'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115305065455706393</id><published>2006-07-16T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T19:50:54.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;getting a taggy nao..and haven't started on re report yet (Y) tts typical me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115305065455706393?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115305065455706393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115305065455706393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115304740230146148</id><published>2006-07-16T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:56:42.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wad a day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wad a day. decided to chiong finish my hmk today yesterday but when i woke up and  sat on the sofa and saw the tv.. zz. but i finish chem ws le bu cuo. 4 aowers. nao doing my re report. &gt;_&gt; wish me luk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115304740230146148?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115304740230146148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115304740230146148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/wad-day.html' title='wad a day.'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115299283003020420</id><published>2006-07-16T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T03:47:10.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid html..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="hi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nid help with html..zz..drew my own skin but canot upload. and tis good fren of mine refused to help me not bad. Hiok you roc. fzh stone. I pebble. srsly. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115299283003020420?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115299283003020420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115299283003020420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/stupid-html.html' title='stupid html..'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31174247.post-115298537233780482</id><published>2006-07-16T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T01:42:52.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first blog. first post. inspired by hiok hong.</title><content type='html'>hi. woohoo finally had my own blog. abit lame but coz i think alot so i reckon i should blog them down after reading hiok's blog that inspired me to blog down my thoughts which i have alot which im gona post them later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still thinking of wad to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hi.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31174247-115298537233780482?l=redpebble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115298537233780482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31174247/posts/default/115298537233780482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpebble.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-blog-first-post-inspired-by-hiok.html' title='first blog. first post. inspired by hiok hong.'/><author><name>Jon Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17727667982319392494</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></entry></feed>
