<?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-24170868</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:12:51.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weihow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</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>206</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-8164151537956462143</id><published>2008-01-18T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T14:24:42.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im shifting over to mylifeistoomuch.livejournal.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-8164151537956462143?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/8164151537956462143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=8164151537956462143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8164151537956462143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8164151537956462143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-shifting-over-to-mylifeistoomuch.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-3626476331968073618</id><published>2008-01-17T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:17:10.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes you left&lt;br /&gt;they lie on my floor&lt;br /&gt;And they smell just like you&lt;br /&gt;I love the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was on my desktop, going through the old chat logs, was reading and realized i was pretty juvenile in the past. then flipping through the old chat logs also meant one thing, in rp, and it's rather unique system of changing class every single semester. It's hard to maintain a long lasting friendship in this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fucking miss you; you took me up and left me out&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R46x0Jd8OFI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ALxm_Y2DYf0/s1600-h/You%27re%2Bthe%2Bone%2Bwho%2Bheld%2Bme%2Bup%2BNever%2Blet%2Bme%2Bfall%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R46x0Jd8OFI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ALxm_Y2DYf0/s320/You%27re%2Bthe%2Bone%2Bwho%2Bheld%2Bme%2Bup%2BNever%2Blet%2Bme%2Bfall%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156254132838611026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-3626476331968073618?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/3626476331968073618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=3626476331968073618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3626476331968073618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3626476331968073618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-never-felt-this-way-before.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R46x0Jd8OFI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ALxm_Y2DYf0/s72-c/You%27re%2Bthe%2Bone%2Bwho%2Bheld%2Bme%2Bup%2BNever%2Blet%2Bme%2Bfall%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-3419403729805278714</id><published>2008-01-16T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:08:31.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the tittle sounds really corny, but it's really how i totally feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep and Meaningless - Rooster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I don't know why I miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I, I don't know why I still feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;You, you left me feeling high and dry&lt;br /&gt;With nothing, nothing but the question why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you, I guess you had another direction&lt;br /&gt;And leaving me with nothing but a dead connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;If you call me today&lt;br /&gt;I'll say that I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;But I bet you can tell by the tone of my voice&lt;br /&gt;It's just a lie&lt;br /&gt;You knew what you had&lt;br /&gt;You still walked away leaving me in this mess&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is deep and meaningless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you knew what you were doing to me&lt;br /&gt;And I, I guess I was too blind to see&lt;br /&gt;Well you hit where it hurt and you fooled me so bad&lt;br /&gt;But I'd do it again to relive what we had&lt;br /&gt;(Damn that's sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things left to remind me&lt;br /&gt;Of a love that I just can't leave behind me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-3419403729805278714?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/3419403729805278714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=3419403729805278714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3419403729805278714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3419403729805278714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2008/01/tittle-sounds-really-corny-but-its.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-2811883786228666861</id><published>2008-01-13T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T22:29:32.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>are you thinking of me like i of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im switching over to livejournal soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-2811883786228666861?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/2811883786228666861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=2811883786228666861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/2811883786228666861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/2811883786228666861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2008/01/are-you-thinking-of-me-like-i-of-you-im.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-5871933848529314051</id><published>2008-01-07T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:55:10.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of school did not mean much to me. it was joyous seeing old faces and meeting people up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the more depressing news about the departure of one of my closer family friends. To me, it's like another grand uncle that showered me with lots of gifts and everything. as formy grandmother, it was like losing a piece of her flesh, it was a excruciating experience, having to experience the death of two of her closest siblings in the world within a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not struck me for awhile, other than the occasional recounts and recitals with the oncoming call from yet another family member,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing her sob over the phone totally shattered me, yet i chose to live in oblivion, like an escape, hearing her physical grief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that death is the beginning of the other route of life, always feared, embraced. its the cycle of life, for some, lucky enough to be free from pain and leave naturally; others, pain, for him, its a breakthrough, to be free from pain and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though im not showing it; cause i can put up a great pretense, but im emotionally drained and affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;today you showed me the meaning of life and friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-5871933848529314051?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/5871933848529314051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=5871933848529314051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/5871933848529314051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/5871933848529314051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-first-day-of-school-did-not-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-5958451706280768491</id><published>2008-01-01T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:17:15.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2007 ended with a blast,&lt;br /&gt;sushis, movies, subway, pubbing, countdown. shan't be too elaborate;&lt;br /&gt;met up with the Farm, Cliques, CK, Tifanie, KEN&lt;br /&gt;although did not meet up with anyone from school. =( but it's alright, i will see them next week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught I Am Legend; the show is absolutely great, will catch it the second time if i have the chance, the dog is absolutely gorgeous, of course, it's a female dog, SAMANTHA.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pa85d8OCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Vb5oQDSCsX0/s1600-h/i-am-legend-bigposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pa85d8OCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Vb5oQDSCsX0/s320/i-am-legend-bigposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150529126116636706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a 'zombie/gory' season of movies. With 30 days of night and I am Legend, the only exception is Alvin and the Chipmunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a sushi store in takashimaya; at the basement, can't really recall the name but they served good sushis;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pVjJd8N6I/AAAAAAAAALM/wQ5RpoDf00A/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pVjJd8N6I/AAAAAAAAALM/wQ5RpoDf00A/s320/DSC00088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150523186176866210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it was like only 5.6 for one of it, and it comes with free green tea but not that im cheapo or anything but, its a real good food;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a massive sale going on, it was really tough to see whats happening around;followed by a long new year's eve; with the gang, nick and xinmin. first, at Raffles City; with a such so rested our soles at Out Of the Pan, I shan't say its a restaurant, more of a high end cafe. The Crepes and Potato Salad is good.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pWN5d8N7I/AAAAAAAAALU/D7jNDY0HwAA/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pWN5d8N7I/AAAAAAAAALU/D7jNDY0HwAA/s320/DSC00091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150523920616273842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked more around city area and marina but before i could squander any more of my pitiable assets,  we decided to head to Clarke Quay for a drink. but hell it was crowdly like fuck and it cab fare from Milenia Walk was like 9 fucking bucks thanks to the additional 4 dollars surcharge. like what the fuck is wrong with cab prices. went past MOS and was like. omg. huge crowd and big people. the crowd was pretty jubilant and insane, mad people dancing all over;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed over to Brewerks;&lt;br /&gt;massive cam whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Shot; not prepared ;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pXhJd8N9I/AAAAAAAAALk/m0OKTlv0Byo/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pXhJd8N9I/AAAAAAAAALk/m0OKTlv0Byo/s320/DSC00120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150525350840383442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Shot:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pWuJd8N8I/AAAAAAAAALc/sG3TwlzyuiE/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pWuJd8N8I/AAAAAAAAALc/sG3TwlzyuiE/s320/DSC00121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150524474667055042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Shot; finally.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pYB5d8N-I/AAAAAAAAALs/h6JciCeiU3E/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pYB5d8N-I/AAAAAAAAALs/h6JciCeiU3E/s320/DSC00122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150525913481099234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pbhpd8ODI/AAAAAAAAAMU/RpEs7XA5GcU/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pbhpd8ODI/AAAAAAAAAMU/RpEs7XA5GcU/s320/DSC00125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150529757476829234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pZepd8OBI/AAAAAAAAAME/_XNh5U-724E/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pZepd8OBI/AAAAAAAAAME/_XNh5U-724E/s320/DSC00099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150527506913966098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pY95d8OAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iDgOmSqLNU8/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pY95d8OAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iDgOmSqLNU8/s320/DSC00124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150526944273250306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pYtZd8N_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/-IVWKIeIcAU/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pYtZd8N_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/-IVWKIeIcAU/s320/DSC00117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150526660805408754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-5958451706280768491?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/5958451706280768491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=5958451706280768491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/5958451706280768491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/5958451706280768491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2008/01/2007-ended-with-blast-sushis-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R3pa85d8OCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Vb5oQDSCsX0/s72-c/i-am-legend-bigposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-7369683820412022383</id><published>2007-12-24T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:17:16.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. merry christmas to all.&lt;br /&gt;christmas also means the ending of the year;&lt;br /&gt;2007, the fast and the furious year, 4 days of school a week,&lt;br /&gt;frequent late nights and out-goings;&lt;br /&gt;experienced my current life's brightest and darkest hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received like 7+++ christmas messages before christmas even started, gosh, look at all this excited people. this year's christmas' celebrations was pretty advanced, last thursday and i got all my presents from my aunts and uncles already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tops from Gap; Old Navy; Kappa(omg), Vouchers, and LOTSA ANG BAOS(for crying out loud!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all these festivities going on, I spent a pretty quiet Christmas Eve,( a prelude for the explosives coming up) , desperately tired and worn out during the past week. totally swiped out on cash as well, totally broke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that miserable laptop of mine, is still powering on the school's port replicator! no time to head down to fujitsu and get it done, although i'm always hanging out around town and city hall. but carrying this bulky junk makes me go . ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to wake today; shan't say who but; it's really a torment that such dull things are happening, it makes me really feel that i should treasure those around me, life's really fragile, although in this case, i feel that, that person has lived a life worthy. i hope the family is coping well with the lost and my friend would resume to his cheerful and bubbly self..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures galore, the birthday boy;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2_RKJd8NzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BIYvcFlkUIw/s1600-h/IMAGE_233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2_RKJd8NzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BIYvcFlkUIw/s320/IMAGE_233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147562871378163506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 121289; fancy having a birth date like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2_S-5d8N3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/V3K6mSnBQVE/s1600-h/IMAGE_229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2_S-5d8N3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/V3K6mSnBQVE/s320/IMAGE_229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147564877127890802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hey, i want mug shots of myself on the cover of a top magazine; attempt 1; attempt 2;&lt;br /&gt;the part 2 of the pictures of ken's visit; at his hotel. alright blogger is screwing up and the picture's arrangement ain't right, shall blog more next time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2_TH5d8N4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/m8N87GgSxW4/s1600-h/IMAGE_245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2_TH5d8N4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/m8N87GgSxW4/s320/IMAGE_245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147565031746713474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MERRRY CHRISTMAS FOLKS! =DDDD&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2_TqZd8N5I/AAAAAAAAALE/7nvDFoQ28dk/s1600-h/IMAGE_244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2_TqZd8N5I/AAAAAAAAALE/7nvDFoQ28dk/s320/IMAGE_244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147565624452200338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-7369683820412022383?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/7369683820412022383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=7369683820412022383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7369683820412022383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7369683820412022383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello_24.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2_RKJd8NzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BIYvcFlkUIw/s72-c/IMAGE_233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-432491920603657021</id><published>2007-12-22T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:17:18.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy, really busy, busy's not even the appropriate term, HECTIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with ken back in Singapore after 2 year&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2vrs5d8NtI/AAAAAAAAAJk/i9NrlrL8iY0/s1600-h/DSC00538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2vrs5d8NtI/AAAAAAAAAJk/i9NrlrL8iY0/s320/DSC00538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146466155774097106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2vsApd8NuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dSIk3rms_kk/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2vsApd8NuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dSIk3rms_kk/s320/DSC00540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146466495076513506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2vsZJd8NvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/g-4Lj2ka94s/s1600-h/DSC00521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2vsZJd8NvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/g-4Lj2ka94s/s320/DSC00521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146466915983308530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i have no idea what i was doing in the picture, messaging or something ;&lt;br /&gt;meeting up and the massive shoppings; got myself a new bag, a pretty good deal; trust me; everyone said it was nice; except jing ting said it looks like a bowling bag . omfg please.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2vsqZd8NwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2fx_nGgJMFA/s1600-h/56T39RGRY_normal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2vsqZd8NwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2fx_nGgJMFA/s320/56T39RGRY_normal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146467212336051970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the massive 50 +++ cabbings all over the place; really, the comfort company is earning hell lots more money. omg-ness!&lt;br /&gt;one more recommendation! head over to Raffles Creamery @ Raffles Hotel&lt;br /&gt;the ice cream and tortilla wraps, Marvellous! on&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2vtvpd8NxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XFym1XoEbe4/s1600-h/hotel_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2vtvpd8NxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XFym1XoEbe4/s320/hotel_logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146468402041992978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2vuJpd8NyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JFV07fyytn0/s1600-h/raffles-creamery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2vuJpd8NyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JFV07fyytn0/s320/raffles-creamery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146468848718591778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder my wallet's getting thinner. =D&lt;br /&gt;alright busy next week, Zouk+Christmas Party+Christine House+Farm meetg up+Shopaholics .&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU ALL SOONNNNNNN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-432491920603657021?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/432491920603657021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=432491920603657021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/432491920603657021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/432491920603657021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2vrs5d8NtI/AAAAAAAAAJk/i9NrlrL8iY0/s72-c/DSC00538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-3130575944176757214</id><published>2007-12-13T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:17:20.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was best friend's 18th birthday; RANDY&lt;br /&gt;and of course a huge line up was arranged =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first was the sakae trip; and madness, we assumed the restaurants in town were up to standard but seriously, hell no, causeway one's was way better. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2EmcP3rlfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jTKmgJf3L7k/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2EmcP3rlfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jTKmgJf3L7k/s320/DSC00506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143434516172084722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that blur picture is the cake from this splendid place in Paragon, sort of forgot the name but it's just opp. Starbucks. really gooddd. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to Mod-Living at Raffles, trust me, good ambience although it was early for a drink, nonetheless, we wanted to get a drink during the happy hour =D quieter and nice. with the splendid view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2EnXf3rlhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/c1BRR521c8w/s1600-h/DSC00517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2EnXf3rlhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/c1BRR521c8w/s320/DSC00517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143435534079333906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2Em2_3rlgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qkMp7u1be4M/s1600-h/DSC00515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2Em2_3rlgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qkMp7u1be4M/s320/DSC00515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143434975733585410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the two weird child. god really,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2En0P3rliI/AAAAAAAAAJM/mBINMuAHmRA/s1600-h/DSC00518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2En0P3rliI/AAAAAAAAAJM/mBINMuAHmRA/s320/DSC00518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143436028000572962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bless them. LOL&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2EoL_3rljI/AAAAAAAAAJU/e1tbVvghY3I/s1600-h/DSC00519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2EoL_3rljI/AAAAAAAAAJU/e1tbVvghY3I/s320/DSC00519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143436436022466098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2EqD_3rlkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VxwGUr_UfSo/s1600-h/DSC00520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2EqD_3rlkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VxwGUr_UfSo/s320/DSC00520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143438497606768194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, the last highlight, we caught 30 days of night at Lido, but it was after sprawling over 4 other cinemas and dashing across towns after checking time slots on the phone. gosh, madness, the show was my goodnessly mayhemic. it is not m18 for nothing, the initial scenes were really DISTURBING =.- but, it's 4 stars! =D, for the hot cast in the show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-3130575944176757214?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/3130575944176757214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=3130575944176757214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3130575944176757214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3130575944176757214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/12/yesterday-was-best-friends-18th.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R2EmcP3rlfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jTKmgJf3L7k/s72-c/DSC00506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-2782501885261881005</id><published>2007-12-10T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:17:22.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heres a glimpse of how screwed up my year 3 is gonna get;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="" border="1" cellpadding="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;MODULE CODE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;MODULE NAME&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A373&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pharmaceutics&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A371&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pharmacotherapy and Pharmacy Practice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A343&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Drug Discovery and Development&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A301&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laboratory Management&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Seriously, it's not really keen to know that your modules are totally bizarre/weird and new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright; here's some glamorous pictures of losers in TRCC;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R1ySg_3rlaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LWNeFhh86ng/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R1ySg_3rlaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LWNeFhh86ng/s320/DSC00499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142145970148709794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R1ySqf3rlbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bXfjkp9hxJk/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R1ySqf3rlbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bXfjkp9hxJk/s320/DSC00498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142146133357467058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the feast at Spageddies - Paragon, which after much deliberation we decided upon, because the initial plan to going Vienna was cancelled thanks to those cunts and bastards who reserved the entire restaurant; but then again, the food served at Spageddies = Italian Restaurant =.= seriously, the food there, yummy, especially that tenderloin and crayfish pasta. =D mouthwatering. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R1yTcf3rlcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/IXAHllB5w48/s1600-h/DSC00509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R1yTcf3rlcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/IXAHllB5w48/s320/DSC00509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142146992350926274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should so get another groupie picture.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R1yT5f3rldI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_Q1449T8Peg/s1600-h/33090375631113l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R1yT5f3rldI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_Q1449T8Peg/s320/33090375631113l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142147490567132626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, shall end here =D update soon, i'm missing these people =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R1yVr_3rleI/AAAAAAAAAIs/K6yVKunqGEQ/s1600-h/1_442317685l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R1yVr_3rleI/AAAAAAAAAIs/K6yVKunqGEQ/s320/1_442317685l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142149457662154210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the real friends worth dying for,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-2782501885261881005?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/2782501885261881005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=2782501885261881005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/2782501885261881005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/2782501885261881005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/12/heres-glimpse-of-how-screwed-up-my-year.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R1ySg_3rlaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LWNeFhh86ng/s72-c/DSC00499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-7861974301705528767</id><published>2007-12-03T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:17:23.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh, long long time eh.&lt;br /&gt;still alive and kicking =D&lt;br /&gt;just to tell you guys something you will never believe.&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL'S GREAT&lt;br /&gt;wait long long if i'm gonna sit in my stool and wail like a fucking child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so gonna upload the picture that shanie took, of course with her and my touch-ups. heh. so kecho. anyway, it's been like 12134354543245436 years since I last came and update my blog regularly, alright, i shall regularly update it. =D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R1P2Tv3rlXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kbJZCp-IE-E/s1600-R/wei+how+dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R1P2Tv3rlXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zd-YwFM9Dz8/s320/wei+how+dancing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139722418887824754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R1P22P3rlYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/137ywW4jV2Q/s1600-R/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R1P22P3rlYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fZXmUfJz-LU/s320/DSC00372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139723011593311618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R1P3f_3rlZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uN_Hlcbk-1U/s1600-R/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R1P3f_3rlZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gWoRPDFbRF8/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139723728852850066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very bits and pieces of my life.&lt;br /&gt;the chalet photo, absolutely random&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-7861974301705528767?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/7861974301705528767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=7861974301705528767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7861974301705528767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7861974301705528767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/12/eh-long-long-time-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/R1P2Tv3rlXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zd-YwFM9Dz8/s72-c/wei+how+dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-2170904566769818793</id><published>2007-11-23T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:40:28.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>despite how terrible and depressing life is gonna get , i guess i will never forget what Francis Lim told me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Just hang in there. When things get too boring/tough, just constantly tell yourself what's a couple of months (or 1 over year) when compared to the rest of yiur life (this will greatly apply to the army too)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sudden urge to blog; certain things are best left unsaid verbally but best have it written here. it's never a win-win situation especially when it's a confrontation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you thats has recently begun to get on my nerves;&lt;br /&gt;your sheer over confidence really drives me up the walls of westin at times. it's one thing to encourage and spur you on, its another to be totally dwelling in your own world. As for your case, i think its the latter.&lt;br /&gt;you always presume you are never in the wrong, lets take a classic case, despite using my hp to call out for such a long duration, it might not be for you, but it is for me, as I had already busted my bill way before the end of the month and since you had your own hp, theres no reason to use mine. and after like a friendly reminder to ask your friend to call in, since she is at home, you turned the tables against me, asking me why i'm flaring up... hey. wtf man. so what if im flaring up? even the people who saw this could made comments like . (made mistakes still dare to scold others -.-)&lt;br /&gt;i never believe in self console or drafting a pretty image for someone that i reckon hopeless, you can't expect me to be like your other best friend making such nice advertisements for you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm saying all these to make u change or anything but just wanna tell you that things are never that pretty and if you continue to think that theres no big deal in missing school then you are sadly mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might be pissed or you think that i'm petty just because you used my hp for a short period of time, you might think that i'm just some rubbish and not mean anything, it's alright. this is something genuine from me, and I wanna tell you that not everyone is perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-2170904566769818793?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/2170904566769818793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=2170904566769818793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/2170904566769818793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/2170904566769818793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/11/despite-how-terrible-and-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-3341217361468578753</id><published>2007-11-23T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T15:23:26.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The person who tagged you is ?&lt;br /&gt;Shanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship with her is?&lt;br /&gt;Classmate=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your impression of her?&lt;br /&gt;well, she's really brings the momentum into class lessons with her jovial personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable thing she has done for you ?&lt;br /&gt;being in this crappy class that totally turns our days upset down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she becomes your lover, you will ?&lt;br /&gt;hmm, NEXT PLEASEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she becomes your lover, things he have to improve ?&lt;br /&gt;NEXT PLEASEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she becomes your enemy, you will... ?&lt;br /&gt;i doubt we will become enemies. she's far too nice to offend people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she becomes your enemy the reason is ?&lt;br /&gt;being to nice =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your overall impression of her ?&lt;br /&gt;she brings joy to everyone around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think people around you will think about that person?&lt;br /&gt;MENG LAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The character you love yourself are ?&lt;br /&gt;being the MENG one~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people that care &amp;amp; likes you, say something to them ?&lt;br /&gt;HELLO =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel.&lt;br /&gt;1. Jazreel&lt;br /&gt;2. Christine&lt;br /&gt;3. Tan Hwa Ching&lt;br /&gt;4. Alicia&lt;br /&gt;5. Chun Sang&lt;br /&gt;6. Hui Min&lt;br /&gt;7. Gerard&lt;br /&gt;8. Randy&lt;br /&gt;9. Jingyi&lt;br /&gt;10. Crystal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-3341217361468578753?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/3341217361468578753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=3341217361468578753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3341217361468578753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3341217361468578753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/11/person-who-tagged-you-is-shanie-your.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-4306773540276418609</id><published>2007-11-20T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T23:06:46.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my gawd, i have no idea what's happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;feeling really cranky these days.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously feel that something is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school work has been a disaster, i totally totally flopped my ut1 .&lt;br /&gt;thank god, my daily grades were able to help;&lt;br /&gt;still, i've got to buck up. for my last two uts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if you had been having a really tough time, but it's not an excuse to leave us stranded here.&lt;br /&gt;for a moment i had soften but never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-4306773540276418609?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/4306773540276418609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=4306773540276418609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/4306773540276418609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/4306773540276418609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-gawd-i-have-no-idea-whats-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-8193026728957887062</id><published>2007-11-15T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:20:18.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came in thrice, wanting to update, but each time, i just can't come up with anything, and my post just sorta stops here. but a stroke of inspiration and the need to get away from my notes drove me here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it is one thing to know, and the other to be ignorant. Being ignorant makes you think that things are going to okay and you are all well smuggled up with console. Yet knowing makes you worried;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have one power, i would want to have selective memory, removing all the unhappiness from my mind; then I can really be that jovial and happy weihow you see everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat down a moment ago after watching titanic and wondered; if my life had such an unexpected end; It would be a life of regrets. I never thought of ending up in this situation. I had an optimistic view that things are going to be just fine; and unlike the happy endings in fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that our fate lies in our hand, things such as destiny does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei How, you can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you know i'll never let you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-8193026728957887062?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/8193026728957887062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=8193026728957887062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8193026728957887062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8193026728957887062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-came-in-thrice-wanting-to-update-but.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-3708100993833287487</id><published>2007-10-23T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:05:54.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After much deliberation and popular demand, i'm back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been real long, a tough time, for me to come to terms with many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like for one, knowing about my best friend's affairs through the mouth of another, how crap can that feel. we were supposed to be best friends right? but nvm, i can totally understand your situation. just to let you know that the farm's always here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first rounds of understanding test(ut) were over, and unfortunately, i haven done much understanding during the lessons. And kinda totally screwed them all up and whats worse is, the 2nd round is next week, but fuck, just merely two weeks after the first and its the start of the second round already. how insane can rp can, since when rp was ever slacking;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new class's fine; this weird club thing going on and karmas, and the 'meng' LOL sessions really perks up day and makes me thing that the life in RP isn't just all science and crap. but my class seriously seriously need a little more voicing out. the conversations in class are just, school work. i mean cummon, there are so many OTHER topics under the sun.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, my professional profiling's final report has been approved! And the advisor gave me pretty good comments, but the flaw in this module is that, the grade's only pass or fail. so i reckon, i'm just going to do well enough to pass, not much effort need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just not feeling myself lately, i frequently pondered about the past, the days in secondary school, then it dawned on me that, how much did i live my days then, it was a simple one, full of laughters, though stress but i savored every single moment of it. in RP, i feel like a walking zombie, like everything you say to someone might be the gossip of the day highlights; it's like a treacherous zone where everything you say have to go through your mind like a million times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; True love does not come by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly. - Jason Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-3708100993833287487?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/3708100993833287487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=3708100993833287487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3708100993833287487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3708100993833287487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/10/after-much-deliberation-and-popular.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-6014339438547225455</id><published>2007-10-09T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:21:06.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged by huimin and jordan, and since its so boring now. i shall do it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Layer One: On the Outside]&lt;br /&gt;Name: Ang Wei How&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date: 16 April 1989&lt;br /&gt;Current Status: Single and nursing a crush&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: brown&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Right; can't blardy write with my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Layer Two: On the Inside]&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: no fucking idea&lt;br /&gt;Your Fear: being poor and broke&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness: impatient&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza : Pepperoni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Layer Three: Yesterday, Today , Tomorrow]&lt;br /&gt;Your First Thought This Morning: What am i gonna do about my ut?&lt;br /&gt;Your Last Thought Before Bedtime: having so much laughter talking to christine&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memories: the good old days at the gyss tpy campus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Layer Four: Your Pick]&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: pepsi&lt;br /&gt;McDonald or Burger King: McDonald&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: GROUP&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: I have adidas bag and jacket but nike shoes. BOTH&lt;br /&gt;Tea or Nestea: Tea&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Layer Five: Do You...]&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: Tried before.&lt;br /&gt;Curse: fuck considered?&lt;br /&gt;Take showers: definitely&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: nursing one right now&lt;br /&gt;Think you are in love: all the time&lt;br /&gt;Go to school: right in school&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: that means official sex.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: self confidence rules&lt;br /&gt;Think you are a health freak: i'm more to the can't be bothered side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Layer Six: In the Past Month]&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: a little&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: a routine&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: to vote for boh on hey gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: LOVE SUSHIS&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: yeap. ash brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Layer Seven: Have You Ever...]&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game: once. will never fucking mention again&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: i'm proud of who i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Layer Eight: Age]&lt;br /&gt;You are hoping to be married at the age of: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Layer Nine: In a Girl/Guy]&lt;br /&gt;Best Eye Color: gray&lt;br /&gt;Best Hair Color: brown red.&lt;br /&gt;Short Hair or Long Hair: long hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Layer Ten: What Were You Doing]&lt;br /&gt;1 Min Ago: presenting&lt;br /&gt;1 Hour Ago: yelling and screaming in huihua's class&lt;br /&gt;4.5 Hours Ago: struggling with the problem&lt;br /&gt;1 Month Ago: how can i remember&lt;br /&gt;1 Year Ago: in school? prolly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Layer Eleven: Finish the Sentence]&lt;br /&gt;I Love: every single part of this earth.&lt;br /&gt;I Feel: lousy&lt;br /&gt;I Hate: betryal&lt;br /&gt;I Hide: feeling&lt;br /&gt;I Need: you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Layer Twelve: Tag five people]&lt;br /&gt;1) Kwan Chun Sang&lt;br /&gt;2) Boh Yeh Ying&lt;br /&gt;3) Hwa Ching Medical Hall&lt;br /&gt;4) Randy&lt;br /&gt;5) Gerard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-6014339438547225455?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/6014339438547225455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=6014339438547225455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/6014339438547225455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/6014339438547225455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/10/tagged-by-huimin-and-jordan-and-since.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-4164257205087789734</id><published>2007-10-06T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T21:51:20.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>doctors can't do anything;&lt;br /&gt;the family's in a grim mood;&lt;br /&gt;lifeless and troubled&lt;br /&gt;all im praying's that she goes to heaven too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck for being a rotten brat last time and pissing her off.&lt;br /&gt;i know it's tough saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;hang on grams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-4164257205087789734?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/4164257205087789734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=4164257205087789734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/4164257205087789734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/4164257205087789734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/10/doctors-cant-do-anything-familys-in.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-501110217256073426</id><published>2007-09-28T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:16:07.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think the maids in my blocks deserve a fucking polite award.&lt;br /&gt;they were like so nice, like the hierarchy of this society totally expelled them from the social class. well, there was once, I was rushing off and needed to get into the lift; the maid noticed my hurriedness and waited for me despite I was a distant away, and she used HER HAND to hold on to the door, instead of hitting the 'door open' button; absolutely retarded, but hell, what made me surprised was, she asked, 'Sir, which floor?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, the term Sir is so widely used that it's meaning's no longer there. You walk into macs and you get a morning sir. in uniform groups , officers are labeled as Sir. wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat on the pavement along the way home; watching life went past, and as many would do, I asked myself if this was the path of my choice, whether I would wanna stay in this crappy science and continue with the rubbish i'm learning. Things are easier now that I got 2 of my faci's back, which makes adaptation all the more simpler. the faci's are generous with grades now; its either they are genuinely generous, or they have no one else to give, cause my class' like a graveyard. trust me. i'm beginning to miss having cs blasting his loud music, ain to come up with those tactful remarks, mag laughing out really loud, huimin being really angry, gienah's yea yea... and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what jimmy said struck me; &lt;br /&gt;you true friends are only from secondary school;&lt;br /&gt;poly friends are just TEMPORARY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave a rather smug reply, saying that; you are blessed to have known a celebrity like me, even though it was temporary.. he gave a shug and looked away, feeling really exasperated as I went on in self indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but deep down inside, i knew what he said was true, part of me wanted to agree with him, yet with the thought of having boh as my best friend, i gave my fair share of indignation to his views. to that sem 2 clique; we swore to meet up; stay united; friends forever, but gradually, time makes sport of us.. it was tough at first, i took it in my stride and thats when E35E took over;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the fellas; you guys have made a part of my life, be it temporary or not; why bother about the future when the present's here for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it takes real courage to say this, but fuck you, fuck your decisions, fuck you everything, not literally; but your actions made me despise you. whats all these commotions about; we ain't fit to be best friends, cause our world's two poles apart. and yes, im referring to the both of you. (not the ah go go)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-501110217256073426?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/501110217256073426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=501110217256073426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/501110217256073426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/501110217256073426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-maids-in-my-blocks-deserve.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-5837691800318624362</id><published>2007-09-27T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:38:41.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i frequently why couldn't be a some rich man's kid or something&lt;br /&gt;then again there are things that wealth cant afford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are like a hundred and one things i wanna buy&lt;br /&gt;like that topman tee and the fox shirt. holy crap, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they are stunning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-5837691800318624362?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/5837691800318624362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=5837691800318624362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/5837691800318624362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/5837691800318624362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-frequently-why-couldnt-be-some-rich.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-4455318669655282412</id><published>2007-09-20T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:03:05.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so much for saying we are meeting up? and so much for giving me so much hope to look forward to another gathering. you lifted me up and left me to fall and fend for myself. how annoying is that? when you cant be bothered to reply a simple sms, or worst, a yes or no to ascertain the plans tomorrow. its really irritating that there are no replies, you should know who i am referring to you. guess what, just forget it. no need any more clique names or whatever shit, its not the first time already. how tedious and tiring it is to play such mind games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a cheerful note, school started for like 3 days already and i'm really happy to see all the E35E lags again. seeing their happy and jubilant selfs, it gave me a sense of assurance that things are going to be okay. but looking over, seeing the dreadful problem statements and the tough and not in the least interesting modules, my day's totally ruin, like who gives a damn whether tablets or capsules are better? wtf! this course has been a mistake from the start and who knows, i may end up leaving school this year to pursue a diploma with MDIS.  this has been on my mind for like god knows how long already, science = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISTAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;alright, shall turn in already, have been late for school since day 1, gotta be early tmr! =)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-4455318669655282412?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/4455318669655282412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=4455318669655282412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/4455318669655282412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/4455318669655282412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-much-for-saying-we-are-meeting-up.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-7600500532706000977</id><published>2007-09-16T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T01:26:31.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>take some time to visualize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fisherman was happily fishing in a certain pond somewhere and he got a catch.&lt;br /&gt;to his disbelief, it was magical fish.&lt;br /&gt;the magical fish begged him to allow him to return to the pond and would grant him 3 wishes.&lt;br /&gt;it gave the fisherman a bow, and strictly instructed him to wish after he fired an arrow.&lt;br /&gt;that greedy old gizzer wanted more cocks, and after firing an arrow; a million cocks appeared all over his body, those cats, dog penises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was filled with aghast and began firing an arrow, firmly commanding it to remove all the penises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not realizing the loophole in the wish...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he realized that his cock disappeared too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really annoyed this time, he said in a revered tone, I WAN MY PENIS BACK!&lt;br /&gt;and he fired the arrow.. nothing happened..&lt;br /&gt;he was so pissed that he yelled, CHEE BYE LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a chee bye appeared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-7600500532706000977?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/7600500532706000977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=7600500532706000977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7600500532706000977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7600500532706000977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/09/take-some-time-to-visualize-it.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-1411458646820182711</id><published>2007-09-07T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T23:28:48.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once, a little girl go home, den she told her mum she got 5 bucks. Then the mum was curious, so she asked where you get the 5 bucks from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: ohh, one ah pek ask me climb the tree to pluck rambutan for him. den he give me 5 bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUM: YOU STUPIDDDD GIRL. he wanna see ur panties lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL ( exclaims loudly ) ; OHHH, HENG AHH I NEVER WEARRRRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-1411458646820182711?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/1411458646820182711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=1411458646820182711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/1411458646820182711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/1411458646820182711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/09/once-little-girl-go-home-den-she-told.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-6010099928124483886</id><published>2007-09-04T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T01:58:11.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;tagged twice for this long long quiz, decided to start now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;List out the top 5 presents you wish for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- GET INTO NUS&lt;br /&gt;- CASH&lt;br /&gt;- NEW CRUMPLER BAG&lt;br /&gt;- UNLIMITED TOPS&lt;br /&gt;- A NEW LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Answer the following questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The person who tagged you is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boh yehying and huimin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Your relationship with him/her is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boh yeh ying- BEST friend among the RP-ians&lt;br /&gt;huimin - year 2 sem 1 gossiping mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Your 5 impressions of him/her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boh - HELL FUNNY, unique, annoying, pretty and SMART ( TOP IN SCHOOL)&lt;br /&gt;huimin - babe, kind, always angry, gossipy, FUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The most memorable thing he had done for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boh - the partner in crime and being the most popular counterpart&lt;br /&gt;huimin - she save me from a band of galivants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The most memorable words she had said to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boh - your dress sense is. =)&lt;br /&gt;huimin - she says my grades are awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;If he/ she becomes your lover, you will: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boh - yells and run away&lt;br /&gt;huimin - stands and consider for 3 seconds and run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;If he/ she becomes your lover, things he/ she has to improve on will be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boh - cover her mouth and avado chee chee&lt;br /&gt;huimin - wear contact lens! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;If he/ she becomes your enemy, you will:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;If he/ she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boh -  annoyance&lt;br /&gt;huimin- she's too docile to be my enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The most desired thing you want to do for him/ her now is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boh - get her a pair of stunning jeans&lt;br /&gt;huimin - make her a radio station that only plays SHE songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Your overall impression of him/ her is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boh - insane&lt;br /&gt;huimin - SHE fanatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;How do you think people around you will feel about you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frequent outburst of insane laughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The characteristic (s) you love of yourself is /are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did a birth calculator and i have good leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;On the contrary. the characteristic (s) you hate of yourself is / are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;For people that care and like you, say something to them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never say anything bad about anyone =) but hey, you are talking about a celebrity here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 10 people:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Jazreel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Randy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Garry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Hui Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Magdelene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8. PRACK PRICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9. Gerard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Chun Sang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11. Gienah&lt;br /&gt;12. CRYSTAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is No. 6 having a relationship with?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yiwen! HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is No. 9 a female or male?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Male.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If No. 7 and 10 are together, would it be a good thing?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mag's nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How about No. 8 and 5?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a bunch or orgy-ing lesbians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is No.2 studying about:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Law and Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with No. 3?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Few minutes ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of music band does No. 8 like?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;they love anything i sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does No. 1 has any siblings?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2 incredibly cute brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you woo No. 3?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; NEVER! no humans could date grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How about No. 7?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;her heart's with MR THAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is No. 4 single?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OBVIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the surname of no.5?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KOH ( I HAD TO GO LEO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the name of No. 10?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KWAN CHUN SANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the hobby of No. 4?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; he's a relief teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do No.5 and 9 get along&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;well?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;they don't know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is No. 2 studying at?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TemasekPoly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk something casually about No. 1?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TOP IN SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you tried developing feelings for No. 8?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TWO HOT WOMEN. WHY NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does No. 9 live at?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bukit batok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What colour does No. 4 likes? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO IDEA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are No. 5 and 1 best friends?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;they dunno each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does No. 7 likes No. 2?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO RELATIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you get to know No. 2?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SAME SEC SCH, CLIQUE, BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does No. 1 have any pets?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yea, her brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is No. 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; SHE IS.NO DOUBT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-6010099928124483886?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/6010099928124483886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=6010099928124483886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/6010099928124483886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/6010099928124483886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged-twice-for-this-long-long-quiz_04.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-1157386707095976728</id><published>2007-09-04T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T01:35:24.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was unintentional&lt;br /&gt;the chips slipped off and fell all over the table&lt;br /&gt;was rather guilty but already felt extremely annoyed&lt;br /&gt;failed to feel remorse but left hastily with the food in hand&lt;br /&gt;handing straight for the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me if im wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-1157386707095976728?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/1157386707095976728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=1157386707095976728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/1157386707095976728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/1157386707095976728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-was-unintentional-chips-slipped-off.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-8450819123522409687</id><published>2007-09-02T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T09:46:37.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back for an update!&lt;br /&gt;was really busy with class chalet; outings with ah go go. back to gyss. and hunting for a router.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class chalet was hell of a blast. seriously fun. with all the stupid games and the lian niang ritual.&lt;br /&gt;all the pictures are available in LEO. im not sure which folder. but its all over the place. anyway. lots of scandals exposed during the chalet. and im sure, that the scandals will remained exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A; what sorta cars are not cars?&lt;br /&gt;B/C/D/E; ** tries a strings of incoherent answers **&lt;br /&gt;A; TAXI&lt;br /&gt;B/C/D/E; zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally caught 881 with jazreel, overall, i think royston tan made an impact. the storyline was there and it was freaking funny.  the funniest was, wu lue is pua peh. bo lue is kao peh&lt;br /&gt;in english, it means; when you have money, its godfather, no money is kao peh. it was rather taxing for me to lip read and read the subtittles as hokkien proved to be a rather taxing thing to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday; went back to GYSS for teachers day. was rather intrigued with the concert but turned out as usual. a major flop. but never mind; it was not for us anyway. met up with joey tan, ms chang, and several others. but most importantly, the old school lags which we lost contact over the past 2 years. got pictures but not uploaded. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to get my router yesterday. and glad i did. cause my internet no longer sucks and i no longer have to struggle to get online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, did i mention that the GPA is out.although they removed it again. but;&lt;br /&gt;anatomy; B+&lt;br /&gt;microbiology; B+&lt;br /&gt;biochem; A&lt;br /&gt;applied chem; B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, so i MANAGED TO IMPROVE MY GPA! although not a lot. but i'm surprised i got A for biochem and not the others. it was afterall my weakest subject. but nvm =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-8450819123522409687?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/8450819123522409687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=8450819123522409687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8450819123522409687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8450819123522409687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-for-update-was-really-busy-with.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-5550343446147510832</id><published>2007-08-21T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:16:37.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im shifting over to livejournal soon. but its not certain yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its the last official day wit E35E, well, it seemed just that yesterday when i walked into the class, feeling really disgruntled that my birthday falls on the first day of school and now, being the last day, it felt kinda emotional and sad. that the friendships established will once again be affected. judging from the previous semester,  it was pretty evident. There was not much of a rapport or bonds with this class, so i'm not affected to any extent but i'm sure the rest will be. for me, it has been more of a routine, walking into the same class, i will just need some time in adjustments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class still's going on, ending in probably, 5 mins, we did urine test today, it might disgust people as much as it did to me, but few people have such a chance. In a way, science taught me more constructive knowledge, that really explained the many occurrences  in  our  environment. im not turning into a science freak, if thats what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends, best friends, good friends, whatever friends, are they a label for formality sake or do you really mean it from deep within. im pretty sure that, to 2/3 of my cliques, be it school or outside, its simply a facade, otherwise explain why the bonds are broken so easily. perhaps, the only clique that has been with me all these 6 years would be the only one that I could really count on when trouble strikes. you know, to that random you, it really annoyed me tremendously when i was trying to tell you the ongoing happenings but there you were, singing your lungs out like you are having a concert, it dawn on me that, was it really that our friendship that mattered or i was must a side kick to entertain and help you past time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to two really close friends that has been with me all this time,  i truly really strongly appreciate that you have given me so much, although time and distance has made a fool outta us. with our results, we could have easily got into the same jc, but yet, we chose differing paths into poly, well, it truly is a test of friendship. can i still say, i will wait for you at the bench, till you are done? the everyday after school routine, the mega outburst, the sitting in front and foolishly giggles. having you two was the best time in gyss. sure is, 6 years and still going. thank you ah go go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-5550343446147510832?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/5550343446147510832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=5550343446147510832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/5550343446147510832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/5550343446147510832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-shifting-over-to-livejournal-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-8616861871977235572</id><published>2007-08-13T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T16:13:27.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UT 4's over. and it marks the closure of yet another eventful school term. yes, its the period of self declared holidays. and holy cow, i got an A for my microbio ut, which was surprising and guess what, the part which i thought i got it correct was wrong. and the part which i thought was wrong because of my jibberish answers, i got it correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there has been lots of on-goings, outings with the not so cool people. and the upcoming class chalet which i'm uncertain that i would turn up. but, the prep part is always fun, you know, getting things organised and making sure people turn up and churning out loads of activities. But, somehow, something inside tells me that, things are not going to be that way, i feel that i will end up feeling really cross because of the clowns in my class, or else, i dono, the bond with the class, is perhaps not strong enough, to pass the threshold of my uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was making my way home this morning, when i heard this group of school girls, probably around sec 2? talking about teletubies. but wtf? was that even my generation of cartoon? those are like bears dancing like piranhas trying to survive on land. and hell, they were giving each other labels of the bear, i'm not sure how it sounded, but it was like wonky or something. Feeling a little high already and oblivious to others, i laughed when i heard it, and those morons stared at me with their vicious looking stares; guess it was a bad monday for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are just a selfish bastard who thinks for himself, a thoughtless beast.  when i earn my moneys like crazy in the future, i'm not or rather NEVER giving you a cent, are there anyone else as scourge as you are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-8616861871977235572?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/8616861871977235572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=8616861871977235572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8616861871977235572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8616861871977235572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/08/ut-4s-over.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-2255491743019884098</id><published>2007-07-31T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:12:52.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm going into hiding to start studying like a fool for UT4!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-2255491743019884098?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/2255491743019884098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=2255491743019884098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/2255491743019884098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/2255491743019884098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-going-into-hiding-to-start-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-8114650070505389424</id><published>2007-07-26T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T16:11:33.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Each player of this game starts off with TEN weird habits or little known things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own TEN weird or little known facts about yourself as well as state this rules clearly.&lt;br /&gt;At the ends you must choose 6 people to tag and list their names. NO TAG BACKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) ogles furiously at people with splendid fashion sense&lt;br /&gt;2) stares at the laptop all day; and drool&lt;br /&gt;3) play maple story and my character's only and the level's only 56&lt;br /&gt;4) very generous with my family members; though it does not appear so.&lt;br /&gt;5) deem people with poor fashion sense(there's another meaning) as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disgusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6) dislikes attention seekers which tries to hard to fit in;&lt;br /&gt;7) i've got 3 bff cliques and ah go go's the best&lt;br /&gt;8) i have 10 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;9) my favourite soft toy is an orange dog&lt;br /&gt;10) loves sports although my size does not validate this claim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 6 lucky ones;&lt;br /&gt;yehying&lt;br /&gt;randy&lt;br /&gt;jazreel&lt;br /&gt;magdelene&lt;br /&gt;jordan&lt;br /&gt;huimin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-8114650070505389424?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/8114650070505389424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=8114650070505389424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8114650070505389424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8114650070505389424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/07/each-player-of-this-game-starts-off.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-708575374207517792</id><published>2007-07-25T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:43:22.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>your mirthless laughter shuns me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought time was the remedy between us. I believed so.&lt;br /&gt;I cherished that dream; that everything will eventually work out.&lt;br /&gt;I restrained myself; not allowing to fall back into the endless abyss of lurking danger.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you're hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-708575374207517792?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/708575374207517792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=708575374207517792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/708575374207517792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/708575374207517792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-mirthless-laughter-shuns-me.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-3518844922060408186</id><published>2007-07-22T11:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T11:04:55.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do i somehow feel that deep inside, this whole thing is just a facade;&lt;br /&gt;from reading your blog and everything; it makes me feel that im not as important as i thought i was; you were better off with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rackets; i got a sudden urge for racket related games though i'm so not a rackety person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-3518844922060408186?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/3518844922060408186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=3518844922060408186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3518844922060408186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3518844922060408186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-do-i-somehow-feel-that-deep-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-8024101710872758570</id><published>2007-07-21T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T20:55:29.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and yes, i have completed reading the 7th installment of harry potter and the deathly hallows. i was so intrigued to find out the precise details after obtaining a presumed draft, which i believe was a draft because JK apparently wanted all the baddies to become goodies, thus the discrepancies between the draft and the printed version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who have not read/ or currently reading, and do not wish to find out about the explicit details please leave this blog. BECAUSE I CANT STAND NOT SAYING WHAT I HAVE READDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, dumbledore and black was not revived.&lt;br /&gt;yes, potter gained the loyalty of the brat,  kreacher&lt;br /&gt;of course, snape turned out to be the hero.&lt;br /&gt;Weasleys loss another family member.&lt;br /&gt;and the joy of it all, potter was a survivor.&lt;br /&gt;hogwarts was the battle ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were lots of twist and turns in the story which the existing vocabulary in my mind cant explain, its either my limited range of vocab or the book's simply marvelous, i prefer to think of it as the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my anatomy remains to be an A, which simply amazes me, especially with the two not so well done UTs. perhaps it's some moderation again. and really. RP's moderation is drastic for certain modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its tough to talk about it;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-8024101710872758570?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/8024101710872758570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=8024101710872758570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8024101710872758570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8024101710872758570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-yes-i-have-completed-reading-7th.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-2979587229500392401</id><published>2007-07-19T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:02:49.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the random train rides with absolutely amusing visual treats. the working class catching their last few moments of loss sleep. the sweet smitten couples displaying their public affection. otherwise, familiar faces flood my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to say words can't bring me down. well. it seems likewise.&lt;br /&gt;i'm easily affected these few days. be it, the death of the smallest bacteria in my body to the conflicting squabbles between people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't cautious, I let my guard down and revealed the every single bit of me. yet this vermin stepped in, took me by my hand and brought me to the heavens. and when banished, it took everything of me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are there still remains of this desolate soul?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-2979587229500392401?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/2979587229500392401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=2979587229500392401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/2979587229500392401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/2979587229500392401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-train-rides-with-absolutely.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-3026766997709065592</id><published>2007-07-17T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:45:32.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>half of the UT2 grades are out. to my dismay, they ain't what i have expected. i studied so much and hard for it. yet it seems like i'm never reaching the goal. my goals aint high. just aiming for a B+. and although technically speaking, im just half a grade behind, it affects a lot. as much as my university entry. i tell myself to work harder. UT 3 wasn't any better. i know how the results will be like.  it seems that i have overstated my abilities. a mere success previously wasn't anything worthy. i ended up in RP. so whats the point of getting good o level results. its my nature to blame it on the faci or just that I hate science and such shit. If i had been to STA, im sure it would not have been any better owing to the endless standard. well, its just my deserts for not pulling my socks up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so not in the mood to speak , message or anything. and at my 'downest' moments, the two idiots that i messaged did not even bother to give a damn to reply. im so damn pissed. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to that slutface you.&lt;br /&gt;your attitude totally shuns me off. you make me wanna flood the entire RP with my puke. your loyalty makes me real disgusted. this simply shows how true a friend you can be. it simply shows that you are totally disgrace to the humanity. i'm just going to show you that we can survive without you.  do us all a favor would you? plunge yourself right into the river and rot there, perhaps your carcass would do more good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hello there eeen my bestie, i hope you are doing fine. put that smile on your face and stop being grumpy alright. it's kinda sad that you've become so withdrawn within a few days. anything i'm always a phone call away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its tough not being emo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-3026766997709065592?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/3026766997709065592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=3026766997709065592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3026766997709065592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3026766997709065592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/07/half-of-ut2-grades-are-out.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-1902570433640934581</id><published>2007-07-10T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T09:27:24.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pissed. totally.&lt;br /&gt;you think i treated others like dirt, how was your response?&lt;br /&gt;or you thought you were the king above and we were your servants in waiting?&lt;br /&gt;and I had to adhere to your every single command and attend to your every need meticulously&lt;br /&gt;please, you've seriously gone way beyond the limits, even bystanders find it unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;well,this shows only one thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-1902570433640934581?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/1902570433640934581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=1902570433640934581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/1902570433640934581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/1902570433640934581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/07/pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-184415541739968185</id><published>2007-07-08T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T22:33:58.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a total idiotic typical conversation with chinaman, not literally, but i call him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D just sent you a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;BURP~!&lt;br /&gt; WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;I SAY DON COME cos i THINK I WILL FAINT WHEN U OPEN UR MOUTH&lt;br /&gt; WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt; WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;did u smell durian&lt;br /&gt; WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP LA&lt;br /&gt; WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;I SMELL A STENCH&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;isit..&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;HEY&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;u jus open ur mouth??&lt;br /&gt; WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt; WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;i can hear ur voice HULKY&lt;br /&gt; WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH OUT LOUD&lt;br /&gt; WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt; WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahahahahha&lt;br /&gt; WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;shut up la&lt;br /&gt; WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;i wan to study&lt;br /&gt; WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;u are disturbing me&lt;br /&gt; WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;i teach u a fast method how to get everything in ur brain fast wan??&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D just sent you a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt; WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;WAT&lt;br /&gt; WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;don be a farker&lt;br /&gt; WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;or i will go ur house tmr and slap u&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;burn the book n paper into ash n mix with coke.. remember onli can COKE.. 1 day 4 times.. after meal.. the 4th time MUST be before u sleep..&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;n for further enquires pls logon to www.guanyinma.com&lt;br /&gt; WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;ITS A LAPTOP LA.&lt;br /&gt; WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;BUT ITS STILL FUNNY. HAHAHHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;laptop lagi best.. hammer into powder form.. n mix wif 7-up onli can 7-UP.. but becos laptop, 1 day drink 1 time can liao..&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;for further enquires pls logon to www.tuapehgong@loyang.com&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;FARK U&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;FARKING FUNNNYYY la&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;i posted on my blog&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;and everyone can see what moron things u write&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;wa lao..&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;u nv ask my permission n u post on blog..&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;my fren laugh la.&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;say what china man&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;i got copyrght one ok&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;hey its purely for ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSE onli.. i see ur face lik study til wan to die cannot die lik tat den decided to make u relax for awhile ok..&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;obvious&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;I WUN GO FOLLOW UR DUMB METHODS&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;my fren laugh like hell la&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;is a he or a SHE?&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;she&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;ok great..&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;she say ur fren nothing better to do&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;ask her wanna kno me??&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;logon to www.hongchang@homerelinthtodo.com&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;anything can ask me&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;no nid thru u den to me&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;FARKING FUNNYYYY&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP LA&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;i cannot take it&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;i cant study alr la.&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;thanks to u&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;farker&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;to thank me u can call my secretary to book a date.. for contact pls kindly call 1900-112-6868&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;shut up la&lt;br /&gt;   WEIHOW     says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;P R O B A T I O N P E R I O D says:&lt;br /&gt;if u by typing u can make me shut up.. wats the use of jail??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i cant carry on.. lol?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-184415541739968185?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/184415541739968185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=184415541739968185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/184415541739968185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/184415541739968185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/07/total-idiotic-typical-conversation-with.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-3533566846097385788</id><published>2007-07-08T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:16:33.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/692203"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/692203/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-3533566846097385788?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/3533566846097385788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=3533566846097385788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3533566846097385788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3533566846097385788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/07/create-your-own-friend-test-here.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-3225082004706706770</id><published>2007-07-06T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:54:36.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>started presentation and was the first team to finish, so was kinda free to dedicate some time to this humble abode of mine. today's lesson was pretty fun, we got our agar plates back and was practically counting bacteria. but, one of it was filled with soo many, that i felt my hair raised when i saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gss is ending, and im still yearning to get my pointed shoes, but gt a hunch that it would just get out of trend when i get it. so, im not getting it already. but prolly getting other stuffs. gaming craze has ended. and i need to prepare for the oncoming UTs coming next week. which i must say, it would be a fiasco, cause i have not started a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing the times when you told me those hilarious crap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-3225082004706706770?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/3225082004706706770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=3225082004706706770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3225082004706706770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3225082004706706770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/07/started-presentation-and-was-first-team.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-5436534932098969653</id><published>2007-07-05T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:17:24.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been really long. but. i got to say. it has been rather hectic all these while.&lt;br /&gt;Having to juggle between school work and outings and meetups. its really a total burnout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,  school's been not good. I feel that in comparison to my peers in the other polys, im not doing as well, like an above average GPA just ain't going to help much in my UNI entrance. I tried, i DID, I learnt! but it's just not my cup of tea, thats what science is. facing a load of chemistry, biology, anatomy, its not an easy feat. i frequently wonder to myself, would jc had been a better route? srjc was not appealing neither is rp. one thing's for sure, without RP means without the friends i'm having now. and its the only things that keep me alive so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's tough to place that goal of 3.5 GPA behind my head, im just so near yet so far. I just got myself to blame for not waking up in year one. but no regrets, just strive harder for a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;labs, practicals, long hours of lessons and presentations really molded me into someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I find it really taxing to keep my interest in to stay in school, pretty much nothing appeals me.&lt;br /&gt;I might just decide to take a 2 weeks break and work on my PP instead. I'm going to do a good job, i know i would, i need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone where the time i knew i was waking up.&lt;br /&gt;entwined within this deadly abyss, filled with bleak hopes.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i tried sounding poetic. but i know, it was a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope your head's better now, it will recover in due course, no worries =)&lt;br /&gt;and law is not easy, but you can do it! =) more confidence.&lt;br /&gt;still i miss the ah go go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms chucky, i felt so dumb. anyway if you see this. remember to tell yourself to stay chuckylicious=)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Ro0AcL56h4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/lQ6zspZp69M/s1600-h/22052007072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Ro0AcL56h4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/lQ6zspZp69M/s320/22052007072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083720038603196290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-5436534932098969653?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/5436534932098969653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=5436534932098969653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/5436534932098969653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/5436534932098969653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-been-really-long.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Ro0AcL56h4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/lQ6zspZp69M/s72-c/22052007072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-7912903151605538142</id><published>2007-07-05T09:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:19:28.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need a breather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-7912903151605538142?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/7912903151605538142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=7912903151605538142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7912903151605538142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7912903151605538142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-breather.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-3677439019020321759</id><published>2007-06-24T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:17:24.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yet here i am again. filling my life with the on-goings of another. seeing my best friend in pain wasn't exactly the best moments in life. you feel totally useless, leaving her to fend for herself dry and high. we were intrigued to find out why, you left us here, clueless. Not knowing what to expect, we did the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im never once in my whole entire life this concern about school work, to me, RP was a simply a mistake but have i not threw that mindset way back behind the piled up rabbles and junk and replacing within myself a brand new me. telling myself that, this is where i have got to go, there is no u-turn. or perhaps following tifanie's footsteps and taking some private diploma, that sounds pretty appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; did i already mention that the 2nd round of UTs are finally over, no more nightmares about kreb cycle or suffering the pangs of microbes. and i find that i did fairly well for the first round of UTs, all the grades were expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss having you in my life, where have you gone? Please pick yourself up and savage the remains of your desolate life.  You made our lives  dull and grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rn5EWnr2XUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EXj66lBMGWE/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rn5EWnr2XUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EXj66lBMGWE/s320/DSC00262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079572585121209666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-3677439019020321759?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/3677439019020321759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=3677439019020321759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3677439019020321759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3677439019020321759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/06/yet-here-i-am-again.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rn5EWnr2XUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EXj66lBMGWE/s72-c/DSC00262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-6172510366769636903</id><published>2007-06-16T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T01:55:58.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im losing my touch. seriously, all this time i thought i held it nice and cool. i presumed that i could endure it. but i lost it. well, its hard for me to cope with it,. owing that you are my best fren and you have been getting on my back at it. the feeling really sucks. and it seriously annoyed it and that was the final straw. perhaps when we weren't hanging out so much, we treasure the time together more, but as we were out more, it tends to get a little, taken for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;granted&lt;/span&gt;. its really upsetting that things are turning out this way. but i hope it will be better along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing that once so domineering and triumphant side of her now so diminished and frail makes me feel the fragility of life. Age, perhaps the number one life draining factor, the thin built of hers would not be able to withstand a harsh gust, let alone harnessing the weight of the week's groceries. i tried to help, but each time i offered, all i get is a cup of bird's nest or other nourishing food that she herself cant bare to consume. thats really what loves all about. and i felt it grams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-6172510366769636903?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/6172510366769636903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=6172510366769636903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/6172510366769636903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/6172510366769636903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-losing-my-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-9210577956066999947</id><published>2007-06-13T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:17:26.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been long since i last wrote intellectual stuff. well, this was the long anticipated holidays. i love the holidays because i dont have to complete this post under people's prying eyes. but at the comfort of my room. which by the looks of it, simply also shows that there is a need to start packing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught pirates of the Caribbean, the show was spectacular, with all the  landscapes and plots and dialog, but on the whole, i felt rather neutral about the show, kind of disappointing though. on the other hand, shrek 3 was a blast. from what i heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays also means = meeting up with the crowd. it was really nice to actually find time to catch up with everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the glamourous shots&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rm9Qg3r2XQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0wS1Ifs72S4/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rm9Qg3r2XQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0wS1Ifs72S4/s320/DSC00224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075363830703742210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rm9Q83r2XRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/oWKBzcyv7-4/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rm9Q83r2XRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/oWKBzcyv7-4/s320/DSC00234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075364311740079378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the non so glamourous shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rm9SSXr2XSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ggx21pkEcts/s1600-h/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rm9SSXr2XSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ggx21pkEcts/s320/DSC00226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075365780618894626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention, mugging? by the looks of their fatique-ness. it sure was a hell lot of a success. HAHA. and brr. the whooping sounds from starbucks air-con suggests winter wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rm9SuXr2XTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4rqCa_i1Y_E/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rm9SuXr2XTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4rqCa_i1Y_E/s320/DSC00236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075366261655231794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when my cousins decides that they wanna be the next sinkapork idol. they sends in this clip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2BXOzMd9e3U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2BXOzMd9e3U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when it got really overboard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EkO1bx5j3s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EkO1bx5j3s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the pun yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-9210577956066999947?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/9210577956066999947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=9210577956066999947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/9210577956066999947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/9210577956066999947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/06/been-long-since-i-last-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rm9Qg3r2XQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0wS1Ifs72S4/s72-c/DSC00224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-5621027143365683721</id><published>2007-06-08T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:53:10.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! im back after a long struggle. and it was kinda lazy of me to figure out the codes. but unfortunately, i was smart enough to figure it out. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. been a really hectic week. went back school a couple of times to attend some CE activities. im going to get my CE done this semester, no matter what. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing's been happening. no big shot. no big deal, just that I reformatted my laptop. and fark. i forgot to take out my notes. and boom. it was gone. damm. no farking mood to revise for my UT now. but while i was looking through my new laptop. i saw my notes. lying in my D drive, thanks the fella from the IT helpdesk to save my notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting a private blog. to save this from prying eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-5621027143365683721?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/5621027143365683721/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-671987590215311768</id><published>2007-05-31T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:21:32.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and yes, im supposed to be studying.&lt;br /&gt;and no, im not turning into a scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its just that, i'm kinda expecting a lot from myself right now. after looking through those uni brochures, and no, im not exaggerating, its about time i made some decent plans for my future. if i do well, i could secure my seat, in that minute intake of 80, in NUS. competing with no more than the rest of the JCs and Poly students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first round of UT grades are almost out, anatomy was mayhem. i needed one more mark to get a B+ so, i gt a B. which was relatively fine i guess. but to my greatest relief, I gt an A for my applied chem, which was so no expected. and fark u crystal. don say im a loser, cause I'm scoring for science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, at times. love is always taken for granted. this anecdote has been on my mind and i have been wanting to share with you guys. she's my best fren in RP. she, suffered a way too much for an earth-ling. countless emotional breakdowns with guys, and she's not fugly. or anything. and im really wondering if this particular one could give her the happiness she needs, im keeping my fingers cross for anything to happen. but to that ms best fren. i tell you, just go for it, no point eating the grazed grass. look forward. =) and yet, behind this unsighted tragedy lies a couple with absolutely no idea how much bliss they are enjoying. and yet they love to antagonize one another.  wells, this world isn't fair. just take my word. treasure what you have , not when it's lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need encouragements to carry on this rough flight.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-2192047536813597382</id><published>2007-05-29T15:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:36:59.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>really cant stand that old cheena zar bor.&lt;br /&gt;she sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that is the dependency of life, one must depend on self when the need arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im on my own now. applied chem. one major disaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-2192047536813597382?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-1794634137383579467</id><published>2007-05-28T14:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:32:57.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>even the kindest soul like perry does not like everyone. so why expect everyone to like you? likewise for me, i dont expect everyone to be favour of me or like me. if i mind about people's opinions so much. i would seriously die of some depression or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm about to present and i'm still not sure what's the content about. i'm just so not in the mood today. I need to rest my mind from all these exhausting terms and work. workload is too much. within such a short time. irregular sleeping hours are not helping either especially when mr. insomnia comes into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love gwen's companion.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still seeking a better tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-1794634137383579467?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/1794634137383579467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=1794634137383579467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/1794634137383579467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/1794634137383579467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/05/even-kindest-soul-like-perry-does-not.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-544581226373527992</id><published>2007-05-24T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:17:26.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realized how juvenile i was in the past. looking at my past entries and comparing them with the current ones. the method of writing and speaking. the mega singlish and stuff. makes me really feel kinda disgusted. but then i wonder? all these changing myself for the better, doesn't it make me lose myself gradually along the way? have i in turn created a pseudo image? is this the WEIHOW i wan others to view me as? or my original true self. i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received the present from the ah go go today. it was a real nerve wrenching experience. although when you handed me the gift, i seemed rather nonchalant about it. but in fact, deep down, i felt a twitch, of happiness, of urgency to immediately open it. and of course,  no doubt, it was made with love, heart warming, time travelling and last but not least. humorous. THANK YOU =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the life in school has been rather mundane. just watching myself going through rounds and rounds of rough tribulations made me wonder if this is the real path i plan to undertake. well, as crystal said, we could always do a degree of our choice. im heading for a communications =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great singapore sale's on. im only aiming for one particular product; tell me if its on sale. don't you find the unique buttons unique and appealing? its 96 bucks. from topman.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/RlRt08n-DHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7kKueLkBihU/s1600-h/81Z13PBLK_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/RlRt08n-DHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7kKueLkBihU/s320/81Z13PBLK_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067796237093047410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im glad. cause my grades are picking up once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-544581226373527992?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/544581226373527992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=544581226373527992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/544581226373527992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/544581226373527992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-realized-how-juvenile-i-was-in-past_24.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/RlRt08n-DHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7kKueLkBihU/s72-c/81Z13PBLK_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-7267326125880277969</id><published>2007-05-20T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T13:58:01.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can i still meet the ever changing demands of the daily grading?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-7267326125880277969?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-1986026041926329158</id><published>2007-05-16T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T20:48:50.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on the random train rides, when im alone.&lt;br /&gt;i put on the ear piece, blocking out all the noises.&lt;br /&gt;if only the pain could be blocked out with that amount of ease.&lt;br /&gt;lots of uncertainty, emotions running within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times i love being alone, since it gives me the pleasure of being in my own thoughts and day-dreaming. which is what i do best nowadays. at other times, being alone is a sign of weakness, where its makes me feel that one's presence is so minute that he/she is so outcast. otherwise, i love the times of being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facing a whole load of science, facts, knowledge, makes me really wonder how einstein survived, its a real deal to be actually practicising it than to be listening to it as a norm day lesson. well, i'm now left to fend for myself. science is not smthg that we could grasp at one go, it needs, time, skill, and foundation which apparently i all lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really admire those students who could understand those concepts , and while i sit there, believing that everything is nice and happy, seemingly surreal. giving that peusdo facade that i do know my work. but wth. have absolutely no idea about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its common knowledge that one is never satisfied with themselves and would always push further to make themselves better. more well read, etc. otherwise, envying others, obliterating the fulfillments that they themselves enjoy, thinking that the lawn next door is greener than theirs. im the same, perhaps it my low self esteem that made me this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; im so ready to let go.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-6257829279493513426</id><published>2007-05-11T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T15:30:53.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>though my world may fall i will never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a month. since school started. meaning a month, since that fall out, well, i miss all the times we had. but, i just cant seem to bring myself to forgive, it was just such a huge blow for me. it might have seemed minute because i seem to have enjoyed myself thoroughly. well, it has been on my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sea of people surrounding me all the time, be it school mates, class mates, friends. but seriously, i feel like so alone, its like everyone is living for themselves. all out thriving and vying, its like living in a battlefield, a intellectual warfare, as we progress in our second year, the clique has sort of split up. With our differing motives and directions, we are drifting so far apart, guess thats a price to pay for being in separate classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;test and more tests! a total hill of workload, much revision and researches. i have changed, instead of just downloading the 6p and wait for the test morning before glancing through, i realised the need to study, the need to find out what are  the underlying concepts. which makes the year two life a little less enjoyable. with that professional profiling coming up, gosh, i still have no idea what topic to dwell upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can God send me some time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-6257829279493513426?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/6257829279493513426/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-4396257849298580039</id><published>2007-05-06T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:36:33.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week is bound to be a stressful and busy week.&lt;br /&gt;dealt with lots of upcoming UTs and worse is, the subject that i loathe.&lt;br /&gt;well. nothing much else to blabber about. just need to start cracking.&lt;br /&gt;tues: anatomy&lt;br /&gt;thurs: applied chem&lt;br /&gt;fri: microbiology&lt;br /&gt;and according to mr ck, he thinks the modules are fine. well, to each his own, he's a scientist up there. and im not half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be frank, im still scared from that incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright till then. i've got a date with my anatomy notes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-8580844082239088180</id><published>2007-05-03T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:17:27.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;life. many differing meanings. often, misjudged. people often have the common perception that fame makes life. otherwise life becomes 'in vain'. what then makes life fruitful? having friends? i frequently wonder, despite being in a huge circle of friends, who actually comes to my aid when i needed? or rather, are my true friends. i feel rather distraught that even though i have many fiends. only a handful could be seriously be reliable.well, only time and opportunities would reveal a person's true inner self. not that puesdo image he/she creates. you could be among a sea of people, but you are simply alone. just you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ponder a lot. or rather in people's language nowadays, i think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you claimed we are best friends, i did so much for this friendship, but from my point of view, as long as your clique comes into play. im totally so not on your list. even cliques in tertiary school. uncomparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a world's like RP, where it is competitive. and seriously it is, cause, people are all vying for the grades. its all about ace-ing your modules and this cold harsh reality of us having daily grading system. its just a dog-eat-dog world aint it? people just love putting up false masks and pretend its all lovey dovey and yet stashing a knife behind your backs waiting for the right time to give you a hard one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new classes, tougher modules are all a basic part of a Republican's life, i got over it, good or bad, though half the time my brains trodes along memory lane, recounting the steps i took in year 1, where i can call school fun, its amazing, but good times don last and bad times stay, im withdrawn, i don wan to put my everything in this class so i face separation easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always enjoyed their companion=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/RjnvMooVUpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cfxPPQL1Z_k/s1600-h/535690025l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060338656671519378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/RjnvMooVUpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cfxPPQL1Z_k/s320/535690025l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rjnva4oVUqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TJUx5WvHN88/s1600-h/890171031l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060338901484655266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rjnva4oVUqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TJUx5WvHN88/s320/890171031l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rjnv1YoVUrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/d3dj1UGiFyE/s1600-h/627365844l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060339356751188658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rjnv1YoVUrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/d3dj1UGiFyE/s320/627365844l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-8580844082239088180?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/8580844082239088180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=8580844082239088180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8580844082239088180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8580844082239088180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/05/life.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/RjnvMooVUpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cfxPPQL1Z_k/s72-c/535690025l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-5617621753719402</id><published>2007-04-20T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:17:30.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its been long.&lt;br /&gt;shall date back to 13th april&lt;br /&gt;went back to GYSS Commendation Day;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055386906943974786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/RihXm3aObYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5nD3nA6zCjI/s320/13-04-07_1632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055384553301896514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/RihVd3aObUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/i1knpi4jPf8/s320/P1010644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055386309943520610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/RihXEHaObWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bizFY0mcIjU/s320/P1010674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Ril0VHaObaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MDzPsVW_l4s/s1600-h/414682381l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055385863266921810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/RihWqHaObVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3yaYhqr37r4/s320/P1010672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;14th april; celebrated with hong chang and eeen. went to vivo city and had a &lt;strong&gt;splendid treat&lt;/strong&gt;!but! managed to upload one picture only. the rest, with eeen, and she's not uploaded. =)) so. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Ril0VHaObaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MDzPsVW_l4s/s1600-h/414682381l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055387422340050322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/RihYE3aObZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/THYsmb6knAg/s320/14-04-07_1938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;15th april; went to PULAU UBIN and cycled! and omggosh, it was hell loads of sufferng, haha but still laughter filled the air as we engaged in tons of jokes. and randy fell. haha. gave him a gucci watch in reparation. =)) went to eat dinner at changi village's thai village. and oh, it was nthg but great. thanks to ruby and grp. =) it was nice catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;16th APRIL; the day school started. -_- well, it was fun seeing everyone again but, we were all in a new class. new class, new dynamics, hopefully things would turn out well. and there was like 4000 new freshies and there is like 100% more pupils and damn the farking canteen to be swamped with them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the other randoms around;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Ril0rXaObbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NjO1yCy1OPQ/s1600-h/605299298l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Ril0rXaObbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NjO1yCy1OPQ/s320/605299298l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055700345067302322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Ril1EHaObdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/k54YNLABtBg/s1600-h/627365844l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Ril1EHaObdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/k54YNLABtBg/s320/627365844l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055700770269064658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Ril04XaObcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pY-Dszsrzag/s1600-h/495092408l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Ril04XaObcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pY-Dszsrzag/s320/495092408l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055700568405601730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vain vain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Ril0VHaObaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MDzPsVW_l4s/s1600-h/414682381l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Ril0VHaObaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MDzPsVW_l4s/s320/414682381l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055699962815212962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my colleagues at tanglin club&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love you the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-5617621753719402?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/5617621753719402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=5617621753719402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 more days.&lt;br /&gt;to a start of a yet eventful and stressful year.&lt;br /&gt;i can foresee that this year would not be GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;SCIENCE SCIENCE SCIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after much deliberation ;&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially having the celebration cum gathering at;&lt;br /&gt;PULAU UBIN; to CYCLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress code: anything; don wear BEST&lt;br /&gt;time: 10am at bishan interchange or if u can make ur way there, 11am at changi village&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; please be on time.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;inform/tag if u are coming. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-7027791705758954428?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/7027791705758954428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=7027791705758954428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7027791705758954428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7027791705758954428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/04/2-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-8680211391916805991</id><published>2007-04-13T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T01:51:37.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CANT AFFORD TO LOVE YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-8680211391916805991?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/8680211391916805991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=8680211391916805991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8680211391916805991'/><link 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block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/RhzsWbJZxvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xZ3zGw8SgQ8/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052172751991326450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kindly pls look at the modules and rate from 1-10 for my year two in RP. im going for a negative 100.  =( someone pls take me away from hates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps you are right, im eager/desperate to fill up that empty best friend slot. im expecting too much, theres not going to be another carbon copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind, endless thoughts of you. flashes, could this really be another sign of an one-sided lvoe affair?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-8644464201788521559?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/8644464201788521559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=8644464201788521559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8644464201788521559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8644464201788521559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/04/kindly-pls-look-at-modules-and-rate.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/RhzsWbJZxvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xZ3zGw8SgQ8/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-7431831707143008746</id><published>2007-04-11T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T02:16:31.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you are making me fall in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;hold back. pls.&lt;br /&gt;this is wrong, its not supposed to happen.&lt;br /&gt;pull me back from this love abyss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-7431831707143008746?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/7431831707143008746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=7431831707143008746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7431831707143008746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7431831707143008746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-are-making-me-fall-in-love-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-3826202985218967325</id><published>2007-04-08T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T02:12:08.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We all take things for granted, don't we? We always assume that at the end of the day, things will go back to how they were. But then again, once the damage is done, it would etch a scar there forever. And it's hard for it heal back....ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words, like a dagger, pierce through my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never take things seriously. That's my style. Although some people don't like me for that, I don't give a crap. I am who I am, and if you don't see how I do things, then just bloody step out of the way. So when people tell me off, I'll just smile and laugh it off. Even though sometimes its insulting, I know they don't actually mean it. It's a moment of fun or anger that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow today, things went too far. Everybody has their pride. And when you cross the line, it hurts not just my pride, but my feelings too. You can use the excuse, that it's just 'words in the heat of the moment', only so many times. Do you expect me to bite my lips and swallow it down all the time? Have you ever thought how would I feel, behind those laughter that sometimes I can even deceive myself with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if people don't see you as someone important anymore, because they found someone to replace you. Even if they have their own things to do now and even if you are forsaken, I guess I should smile to myself again and say, 'I understand'. Because, like I've said before, it's easy to be angry with someone you love, but it's hard to stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself from here on that I would dish out less mean remarks to people I care for. Because I know somehow or another, they might take them to heart.&lt;br /&gt;and ah chang, u should know im just joking. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more days, yet its still so unprecedented. are there really anyone excited other than myself? cos im finally 18 in like. 8 days which is 192 hours and 11520 minutes. omggosh. total nerve wreck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-3826202985218967325?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/3826202985218967325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=3826202985218967325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3826202985218967325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3826202985218967325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/04/works-been-real-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-7757960718335828102</id><published>2007-04-05T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:17:31.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im forced to fake a smile, a lie, everyday of my life.&lt;br /&gt;and this is not a replica of clarkson's songs but its a real scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much has happened. yet all i can put on is this pseudo image of mine.&lt;br /&gt;this bubbly smiling me is long gone.&lt;br /&gt;replaced by yet another grim and moody soul.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i still laugh, LAUGH. but all that is within, who is the one that can fathom the real horror in me. the many layers of intangible problems i face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new working career in tanglin club is about to end. bringing all the wonderful memories as well as unhappy ones to a fullstop. speaking of which, im not going to build our friendships any closer. for it would hurt if i leave the place. sad isn't it? everyone's only beginning to treasure each other when we know that the time's almost up. to my one and only good pal in tanglin club, neh, the friendship goes this far, nowhere closer. i cant face loss again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my other counterpart. im finally contented that we are again on talking terms. this time, pls give me the chance to rectify you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the ahgogo. sorry for neglecting you guys. im very stressed up with thousand and a million affairs. shall update the .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. farm, meet up one last time. and we shall all go to school contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/RhPVDhy_1MI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ADIeJWkr9vQ/s1600-h/_dsc1330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/RhPVDhy_1MI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ADIeJWkr9vQ/s320/_dsc1330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049613863801050306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit with me would you? don leave me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-7757960718335828102?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/7757960718335828102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=7757960718335828102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7757960718335828102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7757960718335828102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-forced-to-fake-smile-lie-everyday-of.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/RhPVDhy_1MI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ADIeJWkr9vQ/s72-c/_dsc1330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-5505758022844750173</id><published>2007-04-02T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T01:48:21.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd april&lt;br /&gt;14 more days to the extravagant.&lt;br /&gt;well, nothing much i cant say to describe the urge to jump right in front of orchard road;&lt;br /&gt;yelling that i am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;finally going to be 18!&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;of course, that is just one insane ranting as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet of course, with the usual dosage of bubbling effervescence. there are bound to be some spilled milk and the mundane head chore affairs to handle. and yes, it includes the attitude of some. and bound to include work. so if u aint going to hang around and see me babbling, den you should just go elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally know the importance and uniqueness of family/kinship. recently, got the knowledge that one loved one might be on the road to leaving us. i felt that instinctive fear, the fear of losing. life's that fragile aint it. just a knock on the wall, or a failure in certain who knows what organs could cause you to be diminished. all i know is, i would treasure them for good. no more empty talks and promises. i just hope that God would not take you from us, i already not have a complete family. please, be strong to fight the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just seemed so many issues on my scarce brain space. academic issues has been the number one in my school career. i just cant wonder why cant i just stay in GYSS or let GYSS set up a GYJC or smth. which is much simpler and easier. stuck in this science course was not any one of my options. i was a business or a communications person. but, now, i dont seemed to be able to step out of this endless pit of mess. i've no idea what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; i would still want to say, i LOVE you. but i have neither confidence to woo or to commit to a relationship. and i know its selfish to keep things this way, but, leave it for me ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-5505758022844750173?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/5505758022844750173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=5505758022844750173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/5505758022844750173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/5505758022844750173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/04/2nd-april-14-more-days-to-extravagant.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-8318162406716343803</id><published>2007-03-28T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:08:36.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spending is finally an option in my daily what to do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a shoppg list has been conjured;&lt;br /&gt;- pair of hot black jeans&lt;br /&gt;- sexy vans slip ons&lt;br /&gt;- short sleeve shirt&lt;br /&gt;- nice new buckled belt&lt;br /&gt;- tons of polo tees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like 19 days to my birthday; gosh, im finally going to be 18!&lt;br /&gt;where im officially an ADULT. haha. at least in my family I am.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think of coming out with a birthday wants list but, material and superficial gift aint the best presents but its the wishes and concerns that is the most important. but u would, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im babbling, i OF COURSE WANT GIFTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im nothing but MATERIAL =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yep so, heres one splendid wanna do list;&lt;br /&gt;OPTION A:&lt;br /&gt;a nice chalet to celebrate if im financially strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPTION B:&lt;br /&gt;a nice lunch &amp; dinner at restaurants and eventually spending a nice evening at esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPTION C:&lt;br /&gt;a fuckg terrible day at school with tons of science stuff to worry about. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i would choose &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;OPTION B&lt;/span&gt;. anyone wanna date me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, enough about that, shall continue with an interesting news about the LTA.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; LTA= Land Transport Authority.&lt;br /&gt;dont turn off yet, this is just getting interesting, i heard that they are allowing car owners to customise their car plate, so, instead of the boring, SGH 3765 H thingys. we could make ours unique, like, HOTSHIT or HANDSOME. cool right?&lt;br /&gt;car owners, start saving your pockets. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you the way you are, not the mask that you are putting up now.&lt;br /&gt;remove them. take it away. take it that im begging you. change or it would consume you.&lt;br /&gt;right, hate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-8318162406716343803?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/8318162406716343803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=8318162406716343803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8318162406716343803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8318162406716343803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/03/spending-is-finally-option-in-my-daily.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-5201768035543900935</id><published>2007-03-22T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T13:26:42.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothings worse than being stabbed in the back. but however, being doubted by someone you classify under best friends. perhaps would be the worse case of treachery. i call it total FARKED Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you needed a shoulder or a helping hand, i was always there to pull u up and bring you to your senses, when it comes to my affairs, u dismiss them as issues of immaturity. speaking of which, forgive me for being blunt, but ain't u the immature one, always having that assumption that being drunk is better than sober? escaping the reality? OH WTF? is that how 18 year old deals with their problems? or rather, in your perspective, an ADULT? hmm, that is such a concept you have in your yellow-strawed brains,( are they even brains to begin with? ). your mundane and abnormal life, is it even worth mentioning? oh perhaps you thought that yours is a jewel among the gossips. but heck no, who gives a fark about you? no one? even people say you looked odd/weird which is a rather interesting way to describe an abnormal person like you. well, abnormal adjectives fits the bill. stop avoiding the inevitable, once gone just leave it, oh, wait, absolute power corrupts absolutely? you think by having a knack for an unrecognized sport could feed you forever? oh please, wake up your ideas, you ain't any international super freak, if thats what they are calling this days. your skills are just far below mediocre, and please, don let your ego take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to say all these. just simply one word. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-5201768035543900935?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/5201768035543900935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=5201768035543900935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/5201768035543900935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/5201768035543900935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/03/nothings-worse-than-being-stabbed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-5300765118442988013</id><published>2007-03-21T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T00:24:26.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>significant/insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;sightful/insightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else can i still mull about in this mundane life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;yet it was just today i make this mundane and boring life seemingly interesting.&lt;br /&gt;first, making a fiasco of an already ending relationship.&lt;br /&gt;gave lots of wrong orders that resulted in a feast after work.&lt;br /&gt;make mega vocal laughters that made everyone notice me.&lt;br /&gt;starting to grow hatred for some of my colleagues. and of course favour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention before the people at my workplace are funny?&lt;br /&gt;here are some of the taglines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh eh, the guest wave to get your attention so long that his armpit hair fell off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) there were some condiments and display on the table and upon realising their loss, i questioned my colleague about it location; .... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ohh the guest took it home.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3) the two renowned and lao jiaos uncles kept singing and talking to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) ge tai singers.. people who frequently sing to themselves.. and so loud that the members ask, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are they paid for being a band?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant remember but all i know, the people there are murderously funny and crazy and insane. you just cant curb your laughter. hoo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are just so many thoughts/issues i intend to pen down, but its just too much and a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall just find another day and time to organise them and write them down. kuddos ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-5300765118442988013?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/5300765118442988013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=5300765118442988013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/5300765118442988013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/5300765118442988013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/03/significantinsignificant.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-6863608443948245093</id><published>2007-03-17T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T20:26:49.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously.&lt;br /&gt;the times in GYSS were really fun.&lt;br /&gt;can be seen from all the testimonials. was like spending some [s]boring[/s] quality time reading. and was like laughing all the way.&lt;br /&gt;testimonials from joel, jinx, elana, kenneth lim, not to forget the ah go go, kaixin, and all the many others. freaking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;im seriously missing the times in GYSS, although now, there are no more reasons to go back, as tiney has graduated and so did clair,min,ben,faris they all. no one's there to receive us.&lt;br /&gt;oh, did i mention i'm officially part of GYSS again?&lt;br /&gt;im now part of the alumni in the executive committee. its my turn to serve the school and return my knowledge to help those ignorant kids.&lt;br /&gt;alright, shall go off now.&lt;br /&gt;theres nothing much i want to say already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people i wanna meet up really soon;&lt;br /&gt;gwen&lt;br /&gt;farm&lt;br /&gt;heng&lt;br /&gt;ruby&lt;br /&gt;blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-6863608443948245093?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/6863608443948245093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=6863608443948245093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/6863608443948245093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/6863608443948245093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/03/seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-5805580648783452427</id><published>2007-03-16T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T04:14:20.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this sure sounds funny; i woke up, when to the toilet to shit and saw a fluttering moth, struggling, then while i was staring and half the time trying to whip it away from me, i pondered, wouldn't be so cruel to just drain the life out of that poor thing, because of an immediate fear? so i stopped and thought about this, everyone's disliked topic but needed more information,which is..&lt;br /&gt;the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;which many ponders, and fear. initially everything was blank and dark, nothing, till the day our parents brought us here. from that particular moment we were given thoughts, minds, feelings. so how would the afterlife be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not ashamed to say that this is my perhaps is my number one fear after heights. cos if u throw me off 25th floor, i think i wouldn't die from falling but fright. and back to the topic, its not that moment when the death angels take you, sapp the life out of you ( is THERE EVEN such a person??) then again, it leads to a faith and trust to your own religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i heard from this amazing person, your afterlife is decided yourself, whether are you muslim, christian, buddhist? you would meet the respective god and all end up in 'paradise' then again, is there sufficient space in paradise? hell? i mean, all these are hypothetical. no one could come back from the dead to tell us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each of our own religions has their own set of miracle stories. and heres one, on my previous and rare(im so guilty) visit to church, and i heard from this person;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was on the operation table and everything seemed delirious, and i seemed to have woken up but not felt any pain, i raised higher and higher, till i saw the blazing lights to heaven's gates. i saw jesus, and he told me, my time is not up yet but yet, my sheer appearance mocked the beauty of heaven and i know that in the years to come when its time, i would be able to come up here to enjoy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as a Christian, and a fellow believer has experienced such a thrilling tale, which most in their life would never encounter, must definitely believe in it, but then again, who is there to verify? or is this another stale attempt at a shot to fame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since life is short, fragile and weak.. we on our own can make it to the fullest potential. giving this body, the best chance to shine.. and not having any regrets.. so, at least now im abiding this very famous saying. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="padding: 2px; display: block;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;make sure that we used do our very best in every part of your life, telling your loved ones how much you loved them, and your friends, how much you treasured them and in everything you do, so not only for yourself but know that your friends/family are just a step behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is perhaps my last mode of medium to tell you, **********&lt;br /&gt;that its really time to wake up. i dont know what you think of me and i dont care, cos all i actually care is to change you, and not indulge in the stupid things you do, you are seriously immature in your thinking,  being an 18, always boasting about your age and everything but in fact, do you act as your age?absolutely not. you have no farking concern for you school, you gave to regard and make it your best to finish every single cent in your account. i know, till this point, if you are reading, u are definitely damn pissed up and wondering what position am i in to say this.. thats simply because, i still regard you as my best friend, and till the day when you loathe me for not engaging in your same interest. then, im telling you, im still standing on my views, continuously changing you. i hope one day, you have sufficient karma to let it save your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was hell. i scalded my third and fourth finger. and cut on my last. and was busy and mad during work. shan't elaborate, ain't a pretty experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i think its time to sleep. 4.11am and weihow's got a date with his dream mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="padding: 2px; display: block;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one last enjoyment for you guys:&lt;br /&gt;a real famous and touching poem; by Mary Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;entitled: Footprints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                 One night a man had a dream.                                  He dreamed&lt;br /&gt;he was walking along the beach with                                  the LORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;p align="center"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.&lt;br /&gt;                                For each scene he noticed two sets of&lt;br /&gt;footprints                                  in the sand:                                 one belonging&lt;br /&gt;to him, and the other to the LORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;p align="center"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                When the last scene of his life flashed before                                  him,&lt;br /&gt;                                he looked back at the footprints in the sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;p align="center"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                He noticed that many times along the path of&lt;br /&gt;his                                  life                                  there was only one set of footprints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;p align="center"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                He also noticed that it happened at the very&lt;br /&gt;                                lowest and saddest times in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;p align="center"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                This really bothered him and he&lt;br /&gt;questioned the                                  LORD about it: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;p align="center"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                "LORD, you said that once I decided to follow                                 &lt;br /&gt;you,                                  you'd walk with me all the way.&lt;br /&gt;                                But I have noticed that during the most&lt;br /&gt;                                troublesome times in my life,&lt;br /&gt;                                there is only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;I don't                                  understand why when&lt;br /&gt;                                I needed you most you would leave me."&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                                The LORD replied:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;p align="center"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                "My son, my precious child,&lt;br /&gt;                                I love you and I would never leave you.&lt;br /&gt;                                During your times of trial and suffering,&lt;br /&gt;                                when you see only one set of footprints,&lt;br /&gt;                                it was then that I carried you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-5805580648783452427?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/5805580648783452427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=5805580648783452427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/5805580648783452427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/5805580648783452427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-sure-sounds-funny-i-woke-up-when.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-2578193904450549097</id><published>2007-03-13T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T01:27:53.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>relationships,&lt;br /&gt;fragile as they are. bonded as they could be. forged by the many branches that makes up the tree of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a typical case study:&lt;br /&gt;a certain random: i would love you till the day i die&lt;br /&gt;a certain random's gf: ohh.. me too.&lt;br /&gt;*getting all affectionate and touchy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** yet a few days later, they broke up..&lt;br /&gt;so, what is everlasting love? true love? everyone ponders; this is of course a controversial issue where there are many sided views.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you might say how true love happens when somebody see through your imperfections and accept them for who you are. Well, truth be told, the more imperfections you have, the more likely you'll end up still being a lao ti koh in your mid 40s with nothing but a old ugly dog to accompany you and lick your decaying toenails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to any ah pek ah mao on the street, definitely, savoring the feeling of being loved is easy, but could love only be a one sided affair? where only one party is sustaining it? well, i would say love is a journey (and pls, this is not any yahoo/google, search engine answer, though it would be a good idea to get some inspiration there..) where it is smooth sailing at one and hiccups the other. but wouldn't all these make one stronger? when upon arriving at the final destination, which might be marriage/death, one could emerge to be a stronger and better being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love i would say is also a pursuit. an endless one, some where one cannot stop but be greedy for more. and it eventually becomes something that we can no longer achieve/reach which is most probably the reason why couples break up, as when u are more into the relationship, be it the duration,bond.. the expectation to the other party gradually increases and when failure to keep up, leads to unhappiness and finally separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE in my era is generally expressed through BGR, 'friends' become exceptionally sweeter/romantic and more physical. why 'friends'? well, in short, how many people actually treasure their spouse? either they two time, or for sex, others etc etc. the value and meaning is thus lost. bringing a new definition and term to BGR, Boy Girl inteRcourse OR Boy GIRLS race, this has what BGR turned into, no more romance, love, sincerity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's perfect. Not even love. Yes, we can aim for perfection, but even so, it's almost always near perfect. We all love our partners to say and do sweet nothings for us. We expect them to do this and do that and when they don't, we get dissapointed. Turns out that we have become an addict of romance and not of love any more. So I'm not asking for an ideal relationship, for the other half that completes me. I'm tired of waiting or looking for him. But instead, if someone speical comes along..someone who gives me warmth, who gives me tenderness once in a while then I'm contended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and LOVE has become, Lust Ovulation Vast Erotic.&lt;br /&gt;figure it out yourself. love has been demeaned in our society. well, not saying that i have treated love in a respectable manner but i have at least changed, and hope u people who are guilty of such acts. jolly well.. know what you should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a contrary,  a different subject, i found out that my job, is far more interesting and enjoyable that i had expected.. no more dreading the hours there. high/low pay does not matter as long as u enjoyed urself. thats the most impt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, about masks,looks,appearances, Some people show off in a certain manner because they want the world to see it. Others try to hide their origin because they want the world to see something else. But I'm hoping that someone would see everything in me. From how disorganised I am, to how idealistic I get at times. It's something that everyone is guilty of. and im sure of it, why? people aint proud of themselves,or they want to follow the trend, one simple example. last time in spore, its hokkien ah beng/lians. now, its ah moh bengs/lians, its a pseudo culture. people change to portray themselves in the manner which is highly respected which is currently, the english language, useful as it is, powerful as it becomes a bench mark. people who cant speak or cant string a sentence for nuts are almost rejected, becoming the rock bottom of the society, or becoming the rejects and those with high ability are always associated with good ENGLISH speakers. and these are the real arrogant ones, working in the club, im constantly exposed to such people, for fark sake la, if you have been highly educated, you should more knowledgeable and not stuck ups, if thats what the universities are teaching nowadays, but heck no, kindly shed of the disgusting image and rotten sour face of yours, else, you shan't gain/go further in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, off to bed now, working tmr. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-2578193904450549097?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/2578193904450549097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=2578193904450549097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/2578193904450549097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/2578193904450549097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/03/relationships-fragile-as-they-are.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-7895487247717226553</id><published>2007-03-08T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T02:35:23.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work's fine. a little more than i have expected. more crowd, speed and haste is necessary. been feeling rather down and lethargic. perhaps with my many heart wrenching and worrysome affairs. i cant help but crying out loud for someone to lead and shine my path again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im definitely not mentioning anything much here since there are prying eyes and immature mindsets. people who knows me well should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money. it breaks friendships, neh, relationships in general. there are far to many incidents/coincidences/case studies or sayings to prove it. well, indeed, money is the root of all greed. thats why even people like me, work non stop, knowing that there is already sufficient, but our bank accounts/expenditure is like a hollow vacuum, thinking that you already have money and before a blink of an eye, you lost it. thats makes money important, cos there is an infinite need for it. another cause would be the security, in our society, the kids like myself, have been brought up in too much luxury/posh environments. that the existence of money has already changed from, *** to be there as a medium for the exchange of product/services to a .. hmm. let me find a suitable phrase, prominent use, be it loan sharks/banking/investment/security***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to money being a wrecker, since understanding its crucial/prime role in our life, it becomes important where we position the asset. in this case, among other parties/individuals. i cant say i was not a victim of this eventful case, but almost succumb to the loss of one best friend, nonetheless, the damage's been done, all i can say is, we can resume to the nearest possible stage of perhaps good friends. its just that particular feeling, that emptyness, that gives u the strength and dereliction to abandon all kinship/relationship to get the thing back to replace the space, that empty lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my piece for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im missing the good old days, when i sit in english lessons fantasize about litterbugs and killer litter. and bursting out laughing in school where no one thinks im some sorta freak. and commanding that particular level of respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but definitely not the good old HAIR, not the all spiked up like durians but the amazing mushrooms. which share some severe resemblance to the toadstools u see in the early dawn morning. neither the FOX/giordano/or hell knows what other things i wore in the past, the awful cannot make it dress sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with every step u take, there are bound to be things that u lose, gain. but make the best of it to retain and improve the old and gain new stuff at the same time, or else, u will be a stick in the mud, never improving till the day u leave to meet jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a separate note, im seriously exhausted, but i refuse to leave msn now. i can chat/catch up with the ones i miss. sometimes i really take my hat off to see my commitment, so proud of myself...... awww... (in a dream).. and smacks... okay, back. shall go off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-7895487247717226553?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/7895487247717226553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=7895487247717226553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7895487247717226553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7895487247717226553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/03/works-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-8203106802616373747</id><published>2007-03-05T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:22:29.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its final.&lt;br /&gt;im working.&lt;br /&gt;earning my own bit of share.&lt;br /&gt;tanglin club.&lt;br /&gt;would not be blogging for some time.&lt;br /&gt;take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-8203106802616373747?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/8203106802616373747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=8203106802616373747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8203106802616373747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8203106802616373747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-final.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-7034974561566448989</id><published>2007-03-04T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T02:09:33.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shall update everything at one go, since now i got the mood to do so; so, people, stay with me. and prepare mugs and pails, cause you are going to be laughing/crying and also, a mug to quench your thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall update about the funnest event in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;26 to 28 february, the class which sticked together for 4 months. so much fun, jeering, laughter.&lt;br /&gt;those three days. much planning by aqilah and farhan and boh, thanks to them for making this entire thing one major success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me jot those three fruitful days down.&lt;br /&gt;DAY ONE:&lt;br /&gt;went down to pasir ris to meet the peeps. was like mega late. as usual, haha so me and beatrice panic. walked there and met up with dennis and aqilah and farhan. soon joined by yy.&lt;br /&gt;crystal and pen(non-class member) went to check in already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, we walked to the chalet. was pretty disappointed and terrified. right in front of OCH and the entire landscape was not every inviting. but nonetheless, settled in and had fun packing and unpacking stuff. started to prepare the pit at 4 plus but the fire started only at 7 plus, thanks to those NTUC charcoals which was completely useless! the cooking was done by the chef. aqilah and the smell was so inviting! and all of us including the neighbourhood cats joined us. by that time, ben ,sharifah, kelvin and james arrived. nooh was as usual lost. and he finally found us 2 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...LMAO, the 23 bus stops joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF loh. damn ma de funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, people started bathing and all the gurls together, shall not go into details. played poker, and LOST LIKE GOD KNOWS HOW MUCH, true/dare, not much of a dare, cause, u know, i know. we know. OCH, yep and had a sort of heart to heart talk and confession. KEPT WITHIN THE WALLS OKAY PEOPLE. when to CV(changi village) look at bapoks or whatever they are known as. and Pen as usual was making a HOLE scene. trying to agitate them but he escaped unscathed. walked along and was feeling of utmost discomfort cause of my throat and my fever, but continued on, din wanna spoil the mood and be a wet blanket,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. IMMA SUPERHERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached the destination and was playing games such as 007 and the many other hilarious and nerve wrecking games that causes you to erect, not the bottom one but erect straight in your sitting posture. play till dawn and began making our way back. wanted to run. and farhan was so sporting to accompany me along with qeelah and james and BEATRICE THE BABE, who, eh don see her ah lian/bimbo hor, she run ah, WAH KAO, we guys, stand back hor, DON PLAY PLAY.leaving boh and sharifah and the bimbo behind, poor things. haha. and wait i forgot the swing, we swing and swing until beatrice wan to vomit. and pen and ben almost broke the entire thing down. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, when all seems close to reaching back to our nest to rest and catch a wink, some asshole dogs decided that we were their playful prey and decided to give us a chase. and wtf la. i ran for my dear life and was dragging beatrice along. and we decided that we outran the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(was that even possible? those beast had four legs and horse power)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as soon as i thought of it, BEATRICE THE BABE yelled so loud and everyone started running and dashing and i began running again. hell hath no fury, i ran for my dear ass life WITH BEATRICE. and managed to reach back in one single piece. tell you people, it was no easy feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran like no one's business. and someone even said,&lt;br /&gt;ehhh, weihow, next time your napfa put one dog to chase you and you can run very very fast. TAMADE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY TWO:&lt;br /&gt;actually, that was part of day two. so we slept and those wicked and malicious people said i snore. SAM, i know u are laughing. DAMN IT. haha. but, well, started awaking and arousing people, not sexual but arouse from their sleep and made our trip to CV to have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... NASI LEMAK not open. those opened, the nasi tasted like. god knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... ALL GREASY FOOD. since at that point of time, most of us suffered from severe flu and sore throats, soups would come in useful but hell no, ate all those cha kway teow. greasy sinful, throat hurting food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... with kelvin around, nothing seemed fun anymore. haha. jkjk. he was a joy to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back, DA PAO for the rest to makan den prepared for our water bombs. much as some of us did not want to get wet, ALL GOT WET. and we make a GARGANTUA mess out of the entire area. throwing here and there. and 1000 bombs we made, was not kua zhang, we meng throw for 5-10 mins and ALL GONE. so much much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, prepared for the bbq and stuff. haha. and was having hell lots of fun eating and talking. with the companion of the two black cats, loitering around to pick some remains. and i fed them okay, THATS LIKE SO MEGA UBER KIND OF ME. as usual la. i do that all the time. 20 mins later... IM LIKE THE WORLD'S MORE CHARITABLE PERSON........ okay, i side tracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and are you people still hanging ON? well, u are reading the blog of the most popular person. and every scene involved me. so. haha, NO CHOICE. cant short cut ya know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ and fun and everything and i decided to head home. reasons? SERIOUSLY not feeling well and saw something tat i hoped and prayed and wished never to see again. HOME SWEET HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I ALREADY MISS W26B. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i move on to something more significant. more recent. which is 3rd march and who's birthday, its weiting. (yawns, audience begin to whisper to each other... this is getting boring.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY, hell not alright. she has the most popular personS as her best buddy, namely me and christine. HAHA. heck la. (begins to whisper to each other... now its getting interesting.. FUN FUN) and so, we tricked her and almost people around her that, I WAS GOING FOR CAMP. and poor tingwei. was so upset and depressed and yes of course, bcos, im her ultra best friend, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes: in short;&lt;br /&gt;OUR PLAN:&lt;br /&gt;ambush her at her block and present her with the photo collage and the cake. make her so shock that she drops everything and her jaws needs to be hand held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESULTS:&lt;br /&gt;she was. hmmm, ultra uber shocked but not jaw dropping . she was so touched. and the three of us began taking pictures which till today, i have not seen the light of either of one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the whole extravagance and as u all can see, it is short cut-ed cos, im getting tired and my hands are yelling. STOP STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with myron and jaz to celebrate her birthday. and CHRISTINE CHOO MING LI AGUILERA was like so late that after we went home, she woke up. WTFFFFF. OMFG. WTH. went for my family dinner and was discussing my future career options..... A/B/C OR D? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. im gonna crash, goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-7034974561566448989?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/7034974561566448989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=7034974561566448989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7034974561566448989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7034974561566448989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/03/shall-update-everything-at-one-go-since.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-6316853322121765461</id><published>2007-03-01T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:17:31.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a rainy morning.&lt;br /&gt;still suffering the aftermath of the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;the surreal feeling is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless. my GPA for my entire year one is out.&lt;br /&gt;okay, yes it is. those who have not gone to check, pls do.&lt;br /&gt;eh, don start changing windows to myrp to find out.&lt;br /&gt;stay with me a little while longer.&lt;br /&gt;so here are the results of my year one in RP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/ReZRM9JkxyI/AAAAAAAAACg/1cNoSJAcN0w/s1600-h/YEAR+ONE+GRADES.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/ReZRM9JkxyI/AAAAAAAAACg/1cNoSJAcN0w/s320/YEAR+ONE+GRADES.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036802516275480354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click on it to see a bigger view.&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love's happy AND sad. It comes together in a package. Love dries your tears and make new ones all at the same time. It's pretty parodoxical. But once you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love. Just like how hardships bond friends together, disagreements make relationships stronger and all the more lasting. It lets you into your lover's world, and you explore their inner-most feelings. You understand him/her better and learn to treat each other a lil' more better...and love each other a lil' more better too :) Love is about differences to begin with. That's why opposites attract :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever a love fails, we blame each other of the pain he/she is willing to let you go through. However, caught up in our own pain, we fail to realise that actually both parties are equally as confused and hurt as you do. So I don't really think we should actually blame anyone when a relationship fails, even if everybody says that one of them is a bastard. You like that someone even if you know of his flaws and his bastard behaviours to begin with. You see something special in him, something that's beyond his imperfection. Love's not blind though. It just enables one to see things others fail to see. So, noone should be at fault when love crumbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short my definition of love would come something like this; &lt;i&gt;Love is when one person knows all of your secrets... your deepest, darkest, most dreadful secrets of which no one else in the world knows... and yet in the end, that one person does not think any less of you; even if the rest of the world does.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gg back to my blankets. its holy cow cold out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-6316853322121765461?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/6316853322121765461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=6316853322121765461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/6316853322121765461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/6316853322121765461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/03/rainy-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/ReZRM9JkxyI/AAAAAAAAACg/1cNoSJAcN0w/s72-c/YEAR+ONE+GRADES.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-7570962833807414615</id><published>2007-02-28T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T22:51:35.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on a random note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say how you detest people who hop to new friends once they find someone more interesting. Oh, it's that true? Perhaps they want to do so because you youself is not even a friend worth keeping. Especially for someone who declares their once-friends as 'cheap sluts'. Maybe your life is spelt B-O-R-I-N-G and being with a wall is so much MORE interesting than being with you. Well, at least the wall is better to look at, oh gawd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it speaks volume about you when you talk bad about someone who just have other friends to entertain. Don't judge their charactor when your's so fhilty and disgusting to begin with. WHO ARE YOU to say about them? You talk about friendship like you understand it, like you know what's it all about. Please man/woman (I can't differentiate which gender are you, I'm sorry), is there anything wrong for someone to hang out with their other friends? And as a friend, you should be happy that he/she is happy. Not being so SELFISH and backstab them behind their backs. From what I've heard, this is not the 1st time you're doing so. So what makes you think YOU are a good friend? Reflect on that, before you start pointing fingers at others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who's the cheap slut now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked. They see past your imperfections and love you as you are. They are willing to share your joys and sorrows and stand by you for all the decisions you make. Even if they have lost conatcts, true friends know that anytime of the day, whenever you need it, they are there for you, all the way. That's what a friend should be. But you!! You're someone who can't even share a friend, let alone their joys and sorrows. Maybe they don't cheirsh friendships. But neither do you, you bigot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just an insecure, lonely bugger and you should deserve my pity. But no you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare say anything bad about my friends again. Say me if you want, I don't give a shit. But you touch anyone I love, and you'll get double of what you dish out. Don't play words with me, cuz trust me, I'm so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're so good at designing, why not design yourself a heart. And oh, and if you have time, design yourself a presentable face too please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go crash now.&lt;br /&gt;im missing the 26b people already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-7570962833807414615?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/7570962833807414615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=7570962833807414615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7570962833807414615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/7570962833807414615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-random-note.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-1519704831029332059</id><published>2007-02-24T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:14:23.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired. no more of such nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;fark u asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-1519704831029332059?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/1519704831029332059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=1519704831029332059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/1519704831029332059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/1519704831029332059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-8411947376832115673</id><published>2007-02-24T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:17:34.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh, did i mention that i watched norbit ytsd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg, freaking hilarious. A MUST WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;some sneak shots.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rd--nhO8GdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aVQ3nTDXV4w/s1600-h/1627514592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rd--nhO8GdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aVQ3nTDXV4w/s320/1627514592.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034952494568708562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rd--qxO8GeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NlgX0CzH5aQ/s1600-h/1627567974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rd--qxO8GeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NlgX0CzH5aQ/s320/1627567974.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034952550403283426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rd--ihO8GcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BkZxx0um4Tk/s1600-h/1620228921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rd--ihO8GcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BkZxx0um4Tk/s320/1620228921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034952408669362626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the picture says a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;a comedy romance and some sexual humor involved. NC16 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not forgetting the nick's house photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rd-_UBO8GfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QeXeR21R9OI/s1600-h/211408692l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rd-_UBO8GfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QeXeR21R9OI/s320/211408692l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034953259072887282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when sparkling became the in thing. haha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rd-_fxO8GgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/S_AOSnQbjXg/s1600-h/862511005l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rd-_fxO8GgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/S_AOSnQbjXg/s320/862511005l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034953460936350210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;super yummy food. prawns, balls, fish, pork, and all sorts of other tasty goodness.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rd_lYxO8GkI/AAAAAAAAACI/ji-786EJZic/s1600-h/20022007881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rd_lYxO8GkI/AAAAAAAAACI/ji-786EJZic/s320/20022007881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034995122119121474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;other rough riding pics of getting high and imagine ourselves being superstars and pillow fights. here are some of the moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rd_kQxO8GhI/AAAAAAAAABw/rvZoYbEuMo8/s1600-h/20022007892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rd_kQxO8GhI/AAAAAAAAABw/rvZoYbEuMo8/s320/20022007892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034993885168540178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;picture speaks a thousand words.  guess teens are simply teens.&lt;br /&gt;we can never leave the nipples =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rd_kiRO8GiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uUdIXuwF1eU/s1600-h/20022007897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rd_kiRO8GiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uUdIXuwF1eU/s320/20022007897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034994185816250914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well, there are also peaceful moments where we enjoy our champagne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rd_k-RO8GjI/AAAAAAAAACA/-Yltdlf97eA/s1600-h/20022007907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rd_k-RO8GjI/AAAAAAAAACA/-Yltdlf97eA/s320/20022007907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034994666852588082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can seriously tell everyone is,&lt;br /&gt;when trouble/needs arises, you will see your true friends.&lt;br /&gt;to everyone, the image i portray is almost different.&lt;br /&gt;of course, i would not go round acting like a gigabo in front of my sec school friends, but with boh and gang, hell who cares about my image, they are much more unglam themselves. haha.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, sometimes, people tend to put up false fronts.&lt;br /&gt;fronts that they want to be known as, not what they are.&lt;br /&gt;and these are more tangible now, sadly, the truth hurts.&lt;br /&gt;well, never be nice to anyone, and it does not pay to be kind for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking through some old flashbacks of my secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;such as the most prominent ones:&lt;br /&gt;MOTIVATIONAL CAMP&lt;br /&gt;im sure, now all of you are putting your memory caps on and sure you would remember some of the events that took place. such as the rafting, obstacle challenges, mud pool, CAMPFIRE.&lt;br /&gt;simply a ultra nostalgic tale and of course with the added wicked usual made-ups of little girl spotted and the usual camp scares.&lt;br /&gt;the most significant was the unity of people in danger.&lt;br /&gt;incident HILARIOUS ONE:&lt;br /&gt;well, was not that hilarious when it happened, but looking back. sure it was:&lt;br /&gt;here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;having night walk at dragon trail. supposed to follow light sticks on the floor. which were like 50 metres apart. so we were practically walking in the dark. and of course, the usual brave me, decided to go SECOND. haha. and while walking, we were supposed to report to some instructors. but due to our incessant and loud singing, we din hear him talking in the dark, thus leaving him behind. and we continued walking and .. TA DA. he on his touch light and the mere extravagance of the light beam was so glaring in the night, from where i stood. i saw a touch light floating in the air, and u know the rest. i went hysterical and yelled all the #$!#@&amp;amp;^@T*(@u$u#@$ AT THE POOR INSTRUCTOR.&lt;br /&gt;and other instances included a gurl bitting the shoulder of the other gurl because she was so terrified and there were angry mobs of girls beating that particular instructor up.&lt;br /&gt;poor fella, too bad he was given the task to scare us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;simply nostalgic. shant say anymore. im already tired of typing. haha. im going for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, busy now, gtg! BYE PEOPLE =) thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-8411947376832115673?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/8411947376832115673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=8411947376832115673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8411947376832115673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8411947376832115673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-did-i-mention-that-i-watched-norbit.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qiTphTM71M/Rd--nhO8GdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aVQ3nTDXV4w/s72-c/1627514592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-4647441153883127968</id><published>2007-02-23T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:00:29.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>found the urgent need to change blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;guess heng just re-waken my conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year was a blast, went around visiting.&lt;br /&gt;the last day of visiting was at nick's house.&lt;br /&gt;went to have dinner, instead of the provided KFC,&lt;br /&gt;we decided to have steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;rushed to the nearest supermarts and get everything&lt;br /&gt;and went back to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;FUN and ate in his cosy abode .&lt;br /&gt;managed to finish most of the things.&lt;br /&gt;din expect the things to be so yummylicious.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;have pics but lazy to post. don really have much mood for the extravagance now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a separate note though;&lt;br /&gt;is it that hard to repay that pittance amount of 80 bucks,&lt;br /&gt;owe jaz for like god knows how many months.&lt;br /&gt;and now when demand it back, say return already den i use my own money.&lt;br /&gt;but wtf la. nothing. bloody ass hole liar.&lt;br /&gt;ITS MY MONEY LEH. den i have to pay for the chalet expenses and other expenses i have.&lt;br /&gt;u have problem den others none? bloody hell u.&lt;br /&gt;hum ji or wat, don dare to pick up ur phone.&lt;br /&gt;don let me see u. kao pei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, let it all out and i'm already feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;so excited for the chalet!&lt;br /&gt;hope things would turn out fun and nice.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to FARHAN AND AQILAH AND BOH for putting in so much effort for us.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. people, its 12 noon at pasir ris mrt on monday!&lt;br /&gt;please dont be late, especially BOH YEH YING AND CRYSTAL&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;dennis, thanks for trying to make me feel better. although failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to heng and nick, will learn to treasure u more.&lt;br /&gt;i know have been neglecting and taking you guys for granted.&lt;br /&gt;really thankful for everything you have done for me.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dilemma of course changing have already had some progress.&lt;br /&gt;im beginning to know what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many farking problems. so little time and energy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-4647441153883127968?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/4647441153883127968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=4647441153883127968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/4647441153883127968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/4647441153883127968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/02/found-urgent-need-to-change-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-3627597543315266816</id><published>2007-02-18T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:48:54.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the distant unfamiliarity.&lt;br /&gt;the labeled family does no longer give me that sense of warmth.&lt;br /&gt;people are distanced, cold, unfeeling.&lt;br /&gt;it was just yesterday that we sat in a circle playing five stones, laughing and yelling our lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;guess that just reflected my generation and my uber laughing power, trained from young.&lt;br /&gt;and today, those past anecdotes we used to share, fun and laughter, no longer exist.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps that once-a-year-meet-up-only mindset was there and there was no need to build up such close ties with one another.&lt;br /&gt;yet, it was almost heartwarming to see everyone,even some that i din know was related to me.&lt;br /&gt;but all that matters, they give me ANG PAO! =)&lt;br /&gt;im not greedy, thats the only motivation for me to move out into the hot and crowded areas in a nice suit and im sure it works the same for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever wondered if you are so isolated despite being surrounded by dozens and billions of people around?&lt;br /&gt;ever felt completely out of the picture despite being in the group of your closest friends?&lt;br /&gt;i felt that way and for sure, it completely sucks.&lt;br /&gt;isolation is the sub conscious mind of the human when it is in a state of uneasiness, thats my definition, not sure how u other folks define it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling some of it now. ( i know this particular group reads my blog, so here it goes)&lt;br /&gt;STOP TELLING ME HOW CLOSE WE ARE OR WHAT SO EVER.&lt;br /&gt;AND NOT COMPLETELY DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT&lt;br /&gt;WITH GREATER RELATIONSHIPS COME STRONGER COMMITMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;AND I SEE THAT YOU HAVE NOTHING OF THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed a trend or should i say a phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;if you are close with group A. group B and C tends to distant.&lt;br /&gt;and distant meaning, no contact, not even a word of 'how are you'&lt;br /&gt;you would realize that you are the giving party which is absolutely tedious in any form of relationship.&lt;br /&gt;im so tired. sorry that i can no longer keep it up with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;i'm strongly bringing it across to four other close friends.&lt;br /&gt;you know who u are.&lt;br /&gt;im trying, you should too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a certain random:&lt;br /&gt;you are such an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;whore, bitch, any insulting vocabulary,&lt;br /&gt;im hurling all at once to you.&lt;br /&gt;you don think you are some big shot.&lt;br /&gt;in short, a darn failure.&lt;br /&gt;i curse u never to succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;and phone rang, was expecting some new year greetings but;&lt;br /&gt;A: hello is this mr tan?&lt;br /&gt;me: guess you got the wrong number.&lt;br /&gt;A: (in the most apologetic and sorry-for-killing-your-family-voice) so sorry, really sorry, omg, so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;me: its alright.&lt;br /&gt;the kind human nature in me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so excited yet so distraught over the upcoming chalet!&lt;br /&gt;and woohoo! its going to be a blast i guess.&lt;br /&gt;and beatrice, stop being scared, haha, you are overly pessimistic. know what, we would enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;no ghost will flock in. maybe a few canaries. other than that, nothing. =)&lt;br /&gt;distraught; it would not be a full attendance kind of thing. hope all u folks who read this would change their minds and attend the bbq at least, some last pictures, small talks, gambling, CS before we finish our honeymoon period. gosh, sounds so emo. but i guess the saddest would be at the chalet. and no one! pls no one, brings up that topic. donwanna make a whole sham at the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, shall go watch some you tube and choose my outfit for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to meet up with LOTS OF PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, shall arrange soon. busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR PEOPLE! and collect more ANGPAOS! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-3627597543315266816?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/3627597543315266816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=3627597543315266816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3627597543315266816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3627597543315266816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/02/distant-unfamiliarity.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-365739132970427271</id><published>2007-02-17T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:49:28.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;gee,2 more hours to the new year.&lt;br /&gt;wow. guess the only enthusiasm is to be nicely dressed in the best possible outfit.&lt;br /&gt;dress to impress. thats my moto. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been doing a lot of thinking .&lt;br /&gt;holidays aint here for nothing you know.&lt;br /&gt;the topic about kinship and friendship came into my mind&lt;br /&gt;and my conclusion was;&lt;br /&gt;guess blood's a little thicker than water and all the other intangible claimed relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again the term Friendship isn't always easily described.&lt;br /&gt;The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship.  &lt;p&gt;Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives.&lt;br /&gt;Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend.&lt;br /&gt;BUT whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Friends are special people.&lt;br /&gt;We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate.&lt;br /&gt;Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate&lt;br /&gt;But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose.&lt;br /&gt;Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-365739132970427271?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/365739132970427271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;br /&gt;heres my all time favourite song that i would like to share with everyone;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY GOODBYE: S CLUB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;" &gt;In the years to come&lt;br /&gt;Will you think about these moments that we shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the years to come&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna think it over&lt;br /&gt;And how we lived each day with no regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever though we want it to&lt;br /&gt;The road ahead holds different dreams for me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;is the only way for destiny&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;is the only way now for you and me&lt;br /&gt;Though it's the hardest thing to say&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss your love in every way&lt;br /&gt;So say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Cos true love never dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a year from now&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there'll be things we'll wish we'd never said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a year from now&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll see each other&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the same street corner though it rains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every end is always written in the stars&lt;br /&gt;If only I could stop the world&lt;br /&gt;I'd make this last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye, so it hurts in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;is the only way for destiny&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye, so it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;is the only way now for you and me&lt;br /&gt;Though it's the hardest thing to say&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss your love in every way&lt;br /&gt;So say goodbye (so say goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;But don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Cos true love never dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you need my arms to run into&lt;br /&gt;I'll come for you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever change the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye, so it hurts in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;is the only way for destiny&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye, so it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;is the only way now for you and me&lt;br /&gt;Though it's the hardest thing to say&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss your love in every day&lt;br /&gt;So say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Because a true love never dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-3307290245484230352?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/3307290245484230352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=3307290245484230352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3307290245484230352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/3307290245484230352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-heres-my-all-time_14.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-6464725591215764812</id><published>2007-02-13T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T22:22:55.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the lonely and distraught feeling is back&lt;br /&gt;you made me feel like the im the only survivor&lt;br /&gt;living in my own isolated world.&lt;br /&gt;well, thanks to you, i got my best motivation to get into other courses and excel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to apply DAE today.&lt;br /&gt;chances seemed pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;am pretty certain that i would be able to get into something.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, we should look at the course, not the school.&lt;br /&gt;i concentrated on 3 polys:&lt;br /&gt;in no particular preference:&lt;br /&gt;NYP;  Media Studies and Management ( got darn lots of forms to fill up )&lt;br /&gt;           Hospitality and Tourism Management, Business Management and Marketing,&lt;br /&gt;** having gotten into business management last year, im sure its not going to be tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NP;  Psychology and Community Services, Business Studies, Banking and Finance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TP; Law and Management; cant remember the rest already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty confident that i would get something this year and one thing for sure is that, i would not be manipulated again. my course is what i would truly desire which is to be Media Savvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MDA here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of those;&lt;br /&gt;was feeling rather up beat recently,&lt;br /&gt;conflicts, unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;all coming together at one go.&lt;br /&gt;im just putting up a false front.&lt;br /&gt;hoping all these passes.&lt;br /&gt;im so not ready for more of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-6464725591215764812?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/6464725591215764812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=6464725591215764812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/6464725591215764812'/><link rel='self' 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was the last pushing force that would make me strive further in RP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last day was filled with the usual combination of rushing ppt and mega CS.&lt;br /&gt;CS was a total kick! i was mega DC in the game la. losing my top frag so MANY TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, janine brought us to CAFE GALILEE to have third meeting.&lt;br /&gt;and she bought us drinks and cheese wedges, believe me, it was simply OMG. YUMMYLICIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;den after the presenting, we were sharing some scrap teeth and some mini awards ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;and i got away with two prizes! haha full attendance for enterprise and most vain award, which was absolutely not true if i was standing next to beatrice and yy.&lt;br /&gt;janine got us lolipops and little cards with notes, was so nice and sweet la. we were all smitten and blown over.&lt;br /&gt;and aqilah was moved to tears.&lt;br /&gt;soon, it was the mega cam whores, i think during the chalet, which is on the 26-28, would have much more! so exciting. but not so exciting after what I and beatrice SCARED EACH OTHER on the way back. LMAO&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes some of the comments i received this week:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've had a blast facilitating you! Will miss the little chats and the silly  banter. And thanks for the kind and encouraging words. They really mean a lot to  me. Take care and all the best for Year 2 and your future endeavours. See you  around campus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Janine Boon, Enterprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You have been a wonderful student and I enjoyed your presence in class all the  time. With your eloquence, intelligence and humour, I am sure you will be a  prominent personality in RP. I hope to see you do well in RP and look forward to  being able to work with you on RP's projects in the next two years.&lt;br /&gt;Gan Koh, Culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the comments are simply, normal words of praise.&lt;br /&gt;all the good luck and all the best for your future endeavours eg&lt;br /&gt;to any other ordinary being, this is not just simple words of praise.&lt;br /&gt;but forces of motivation that drives you forward.&lt;br /&gt;decided that i might afterall stay in RP, since i am still so active in school and activities&lt;br /&gt;this week might be the holidays but for sure, mine have not started.&lt;br /&gt;im having the IBN Open House tmr, with Doctor and Beatrice, hope it is not going to be boringgg.&lt;br /&gt;and on wed, having my interview for the President Post. (sounds seh right.)&lt;br /&gt;thurs, out with grass.&lt;br /&gt;and friday saturday sunday toking to heng and  finding out hows her trip been and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would be busy and of course collecting my ang paos.&lt;br /&gt;and would be going around to KOP it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was wondering how to do a photo collage of the 26B people but apparently, my photo shop skills aint up to standard. so shall try it another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short message to the W26B people, it was nice, really nice knowing you nice souls and i genuinely think that if given a choice, i would still choose this class, so rock ! i would treasure all the moments we had, playing monopoly, having those sexually suggestive videos, hentai sessions. and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;to my really closer beings in this class; &lt;br /&gt;yehying, ben, beatrice, dennis, crystal, farhan, syarifah, aqilah, no no no, actually all of you are close! shall seriously miss you guys truckloads! =(  we still have the chalet! SEE YOU SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, not its getting emo as all the thoughts/flashbacks are going through my mind, be it, falling off chairs, making a fool out of certain randoms in class, balding, fats, anything, everything.  but its time to say good byee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im ending off here, u guys shall always be in the deepest pit of my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-697774472865615352?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/697774472865615352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=697774472865615352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/697774472865615352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/697774472865615352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-day-of-school.html' title='THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL'/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-6727045080075234353</id><published>2007-02-10T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:49:07.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS WONDERFUL</title><content type='html'>i bet its still surreal for most of you.&lt;br /&gt;im more than almost pleased.&lt;br /&gt;all of you did so well!&lt;br /&gt;the results is just the first step,&lt;br /&gt;whats the most crucial is the decision.&lt;br /&gt;your course, school. everything, it is the determining factor for you future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissie, i cant tell you how happy am i for you.&lt;br /&gt;indeed the ah go go has made it,&lt;br /&gt;all three of us, be it jc/poly. make a wise choice alright?&lt;br /&gt;we will support and give you advice in every single way we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;min/elaa/clair/RUBY/ong and the many others.&lt;br /&gt;told you all that you could do it. =) make the best of your results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our dear gwen here, make it as well. cum'on now, lets all applaud her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to those who din do well; here's one thing i wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;when one door closes, another opens, definitely you can make a good cause for your time.&lt;br /&gt;there would be some place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shan't be naggy and mention anything about courses anymore.&lt;br /&gt;in case, i'm labeled again. so, well. no more about the O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my own story; the appeal to the other courses in RP failed.&lt;br /&gt;cause its too late/no more vacancy, guess im just so fated to stay in SAS.&lt;br /&gt;been applying DAE to lots of polys, shall be waiting for their results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, im severely virus stricken. something is very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;and there's this very idiotic pop ups and jammms since i accepted this file.&lt;br /&gt;darn darn darn.&lt;br /&gt;opening all the anti virus programs to save it now.&lt;br /&gt;nothing is worse than getting this lappy down, cause, that means i would need kelvin's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry and was really busy. no time to upload all the pics&lt;br /&gt;shall upload sooon. real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this post got absolutely nothing interesting&lt;br /&gt;and you all felt u waste your time. so. off u go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W26B. the chalet is on. 26th to 28th Feb, crystal's scandal got a place for us at the cheap rate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-6727045080075234353?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/6727045080075234353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=6727045080075234353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/6727045080075234353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/6727045080075234353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-wonderful.html' title='ITS WONDERFUL'/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-8128580579858769405</id><published>2007-02-06T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:36:11.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the only thing i can say is thanks to my communications faci PAT!&lt;br /&gt;she has done simply too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;since semester one, be it student emcee nominations,  broadcast journalist,&lt;br /&gt;to now, helping me to speak up to the director of STA to aid me in my feat to get into STA.&lt;br /&gt;extremely grateful. kudos to Patricia =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been really stressed up recently.&lt;br /&gt;indeed to each its own. and i know im one fickle minded wreck.&lt;br /&gt;nothing i say/do could deny that, its a renowned fact.&lt;br /&gt;and jaz, i already made my mind. thanks last night.&lt;br /&gt;i knew u almost burst into desperation/helplessness with my insane indecisiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was trying to do up a very random photoshop collage&lt;br /&gt;but apparently, the fact that im not any IT savvy person disabled me from doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certainly. i think my temperamental improved, i use to flare over the slightest,&lt;br /&gt;but now, even the bullDUNKS i get from those assholes in class.&lt;br /&gt;im fine with it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess wat, i got an A for my science UT .&lt;br /&gt;i was, overwhelmed haha.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, it does not mean that my science was good, it was pretty bio-ed so it was easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 9th feb is the confirmed date.&lt;br /&gt;to the people im sincerely concerned about, my brother, tiney, lai, min, clair and the many others. im praying hard. and friday i cant go back! so sorry! gotta attend school, i missed that module too many times. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;and to myself. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-8128580579858769405?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/8128580579858769405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=8128580579858769405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8128580579858769405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8128580579858769405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/02/only-thing-i-can-say-is-thanks-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-8997428392371757379</id><published>2007-02-04T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:18:18.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>competition.&lt;br /&gt;like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;the cruelty of that existence.&lt;br /&gt;failure/defeat is just temporary but if you admit and accept. its permanent.&lt;br /&gt;a teaching that joey tan has taught us 4e3 people&lt;br /&gt;and its the spirit that lived in me.&lt;br /&gt;back to competition, witness the birth of the 2nd project superstar.&lt;br /&gt;not saying that the show is lame or what.&lt;br /&gt;its a labyrinth of sourcing out potentials such as myself.&lt;br /&gt;and well, i believe that the craftiness and the sheer uglyness of reality.&lt;br /&gt;which is the fight for fame/votes.&lt;br /&gt;doesnt it turn the simplest/innocent human nature vicious?&lt;br /&gt;but then again, isn't it the fight for fame/labels?&lt;br /&gt;who isnt after it? who would wanna be that ordinary girl/guy next door?&lt;br /&gt;would you do all it takes be it underhand or above to get ur aim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a new song that i just wanna share but, unfortunately, its in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;its called I Believe. by Shi Xin Huey. If im not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i heard the song the first time from a project superstar finalist.&lt;br /&gt;its uber freaking nice. and i believe his name is Nathaniel Tan, i left his link underneath&lt;br /&gt;for people with identity crisis/ identification problems.&lt;br /&gt;if anyone could find that song, kindly send me =)&lt;br /&gt;more precised information could be obtain from this link:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FmSBe4_ax8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i was into the writing mood.&lt;br /&gt;my ns boy kenneth lim finally came back with some news.&lt;br /&gt;to all the panic/petrified/nail biting potential NS to be.&lt;br /&gt;its good news. he claims its all eat/sleep.&lt;br /&gt;his only constraint is on waking up early, which i believe its a long lost habit since he left GYSS.&lt;br /&gt;shall see you on friday.&lt;br /&gt;take care. god bless that son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i believe i have enough blogging for one day and i shall work on my collage tmr.&lt;br /&gt;and to my fellow RP-ians, good luck for maths UT tmr.&lt;br /&gt;gy juniors , its 9 FEB.&lt;br /&gt;the other besties: goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-8997428392371757379?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/8997428392371757379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=8997428392371757379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8997428392371757379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8997428392371757379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/02/competition.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-8981086273858459029</id><published>2007-02-04T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T05:55:33.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 5.41 am and i just cant get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;must be the aspirin.&lt;br /&gt;shall reply the tags here. cos, its too messy there and too much.&lt;br /&gt;haven been in this dinghy place for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kimmie: &lt;/span&gt;your hols are starting already? so fast. i still got a week more of school left =) organise one 4E3 outing okay? its been like 334598457023 years since i last saw any one of your existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beatrice&lt;/span&gt;: haha, no la. just want to write it down as i just passed another milestone of my life and you know, haha i'm applying to other polys. =) we may/may not meet again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joanne&lt;/span&gt;: HELLO!!!! FREAKKINGG LONG SINCE I TALKED TO YOU.REMEMBER THE TEETH JOKE? hahahaaa... and how have you been? ur new class fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jaz&lt;/span&gt;: alright, im sure i will make the right choice this time . and might be going into the same course as tiney. doonn get jealous, better take care for your exams, u sure sure can do it one, =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aqilah&lt;/span&gt;: you are formidable can! the most powerful gurl! can make me slap myself haha. thats strong enough! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOH aka YY&lt;/span&gt;: yeap, and even when we go year two or when i switch courses, i shant forget a friend like you. and of course we could walk around school and when i hear a very familiar yet horrendous laughter, i know u are laughing at the MRS UMBRELLA already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kelvin&lt;/span&gt;: super funny kelvin. super. this fella comes to my blog and tags with a assortment of identities, such as some call girl, ximei. and who knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought its already 8am&lt;br /&gt;but, its only 5.50, no choice, could only blame myself for such excellent typing skills.&lt;br /&gt;thats what RP makes you.&lt;br /&gt;other than tucky of course, he was unfortunate. very unfortunate case.&lt;br /&gt;i being nasty but it was seriously funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before the end of the school term,&lt;br /&gt;im going to make a collage.&lt;br /&gt;of all the disgusting pictures i took of the people in my class.&lt;br /&gt;i expect cognitive to be a good day for pics&lt;br /&gt;you people are in for a shock! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly realised my life is not as fascinating as i thought it would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;without certain randoms in my life and it goes /bong/&lt;br /&gt;and i miss the secondary school days of walking around and you see everyone u know.&lt;br /&gt;but well, i was not that fortunate looking at that time but i din say i was now, jus better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the snores and the early eerieness of this cold morning is driving me back to my quilt.&lt;br /&gt;i guess, i shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;bye people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-8981086273858459029?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/8981086273858459029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=8981086273858459029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8981086273858459029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/8981086273858459029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-5.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-117022762264056610</id><published>2007-01-31T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:32:41.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for that loofy post ytd.&lt;br /&gt;was not in that writers-kind-of-mood. but feel that i am now. haha&lt;br /&gt;at least now when im sitting in my dinghy sit wondering what the fuck would happen next.&lt;br /&gt;pretty boring with all the science, desperately wondering where i should go.&lt;br /&gt;its pretty demoralising and i'm so not looking forward to year 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chances are ultimately bleak.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm taking things well. i see support and i see HELP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im taking my chance&lt;br /&gt;i considering a good business course.&lt;br /&gt;i will never and i repeat never be manipulated in my studies again&lt;br /&gt;well, it seems almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;but no choice, i've got some farking dead darn inconsiderate yet living in their own surreal world.&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT HELL DO ANY SCIENCE ! HAPPY NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the final straw.&lt;br /&gt;im not feeling well already.&lt;br /&gt;the stomach flu is back and i'm already not feeling well&lt;br /&gt;and both emotionally and physically unstable&lt;br /&gt;i need all the support i can get.&lt;br /&gt;so if u agitate me, people like kelvin. and also, some ass holes.&lt;br /&gt;just farking scram off and don get in my way. or else im seriously going to make u feel sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is goes. the final week of school is approaching and we are all going separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling for the class is not that strong as the last sem's although there are seriously some soulmates and some hilarious people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boh or affectionately known as yy&lt;/span&gt;: best friend in class perhaps, thanks for always being there, changing me, making me a better person and always being that listening ear, if i do leave RP, i would not forget u alright and i wish u luck with your ants mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ben: &lt;/span&gt;the crazy asshole who does all the stupidly yet interestingly funny things in class. the only one who can tolerate the bull shit that i give him every single day. and mind him, he is a pro CS KING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beatrice/thai farmer(beat rice):&lt;/span&gt; alright i know beatrice u are angry but haha. its funny la. i will nvr forget how mathew wong pronounces ur name, haha simply amusing.. and she has become one CS manic ok. im not saying goodbye, cause we are somewhat in the same course, bound to meet u next two years. (NO MORE RACING TO TOILETS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dennis or umbrella: &lt;/span&gt;de mr easy and taking things calmly. ur calmness is . woo. the most patient guy and the most helpful/kind/easy to bully kind. haha. a nice friend, though sometime u annoys me but half the time im irritating you, cos u are simply so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bullyable&lt;/span&gt; lol. stop letting boh bully u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crystal: &lt;/span&gt;horniest/crude gurl i have ever seen in my entirely life but nonetheless one of the more harmless people around. and jaz if u are reading this, try not to let her get close to you again. she corrupts. =) i know i annoy u at times. but seriously, i enjoy ur company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aquila: &lt;/span&gt;this formidable looking girl has bull strength, she makes me slap myself real hard. and she gives u this cold hard stare that makes ur blood freezes. always gang up with tiqi and farhan to insult me huh. watch it.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;farhan:&lt;/span&gt; oei oei, stop it hor, im not patience to paramount or easy going., hahaha , but your jokes although seriously funny but its full of snide and hurtful remarks can. haha, have fun ok! lets play more CS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kelvin/baldy&lt;/span&gt;: although sometimes u make me so annoyed but its kinda a vice versa thing. no pun intended, you have been nice at times, but ur sex scandals in school have to stop, its unhealthy =P i don want to have to chance up upon u and lala, in cum. LOL! anw, u aint bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can already hear my brother snoring.&lt;br /&gt;well i gtg alr. shall write more. simply too exhausted. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-117022762264056610?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/117022762264056610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=117022762264056610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/117022762264056610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/117022762264056610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry-for-that-loofy-post-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-116994836252647644</id><published>2007-01-28T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:28:15.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello once again&lt;br /&gt;5 days and so much happened.&lt;br /&gt;felt so betrayed by RP.&lt;br /&gt;they have so many new new nice courses.&lt;br /&gt;mass comm, environmental science etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, even after my many futile attempts to get into New Media and Integrated.&lt;br /&gt;it failed.&lt;br /&gt;due to the already compacted space.&lt;br /&gt;just fated that i stayed in science then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Jan does ring some bells,&lt;br /&gt;yes, its MR KEE's big day. so happy birthday to you huh.&lt;br /&gt;shall go out soon alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah go go, this time i had not been slow.&lt;br /&gt;and i done up the blog already. pretty good comments from what i saw.&lt;br /&gt;glad u ppl liked the skin. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in w26b, there are at times,&lt;br /&gt;certain amount of hostility. punts, directed jokes.&lt;br /&gt;people gets pissed, annoyed , antagonized and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;but we have ONE WEEK LEFT TOGETHER!&lt;br /&gt;so, im going to be nice, and since farhan said i was very easy going and&lt;br /&gt;my patience was paramount? OMG!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randy, im keeping my promise.&lt;br /&gt;and tif if u are reading this, cos i bet u would soon as i see u online.&lt;br /&gt;haha. please contact us asap.&lt;br /&gt;we are organising some outing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i gtg. im off for come CS mania. ... BANG,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-116994836252647644?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/116994836252647644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=116994836252647644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/116994836252647644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/116994836252647644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-once-again-5-days-and-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-116955729010381427</id><published>2007-01-23T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:01:30.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the last lap.&lt;br /&gt;final UT&lt;br /&gt;last 2/3 weeks of school&lt;br /&gt;it would be im progressing to year two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that would mean separation&lt;br /&gt;although,this aint the most perfect dream type of class&lt;br /&gt;but sure, having been the one of the two most popular person in class LMAO&lt;br /&gt;seriously, there has been some nice memories.&lt;br /&gt;laughing at certain randoms.&lt;br /&gt;that was certainly hilarious&lt;br /&gt;having some legends in class such as yandao etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4695/2503/1600/177859/CLASS%20PIC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4695/2503/320/999218/CLASS%20PIC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nutcases/people living in denial&lt;br /&gt;name it you've got it.&lt;br /&gt;i actually made a 'remix' version but well, blogger sucks.&lt;br /&gt;cant upload no matter the number of times i tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if any of you is seeing this.&lt;br /&gt;i actually liked my lappy better now. thanks! =)&lt;br /&gt;and lets make sure the chalet's success!&lt;br /&gt;its the last 'honeymoon' period in RP!&lt;br /&gt;and make the best out of the time we have left together.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ah go go:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4695/2503/1600/780127/05-01-07_1747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4695/2503/320/473991/05-01-07_1747.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jaz no worries of us drifting, not now, we've come so far together.&lt;br /&gt;we can do it!&lt;br /&gt;and im working on our blog again =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the farm, outing on sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, im needing some action to my good grades.&lt;br /&gt;shall be off now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-116955729010381427?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-116920853580061403</id><published>2007-01-19T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T20:08:55.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one more week has passed.&lt;br /&gt;a tedious yet fruitful&lt;br /&gt;once again i manage to ace my enterprise&lt;br /&gt;which works out that one fine day i might be some reputable businessman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to my disgust,&lt;br /&gt;the rest are not doing as well.&lt;br /&gt;might be able to scrap through with a 3.2 this sem.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully everything works out well.&lt;br /&gt;i need a good GPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you people realised, i change my blogskin&lt;br /&gt;and yes yehying, i 'kop' your templete.&lt;br /&gt;just partially. the rest was just a mere organisation of own one.&lt;br /&gt;thanks aminah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the class chalet. hope its a success&lt;br /&gt;haven got really good response from the class.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i think that it is quite disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;BUT STILL IM LOOKING ON THE BRIGHT SIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, im clearing things up.&lt;br /&gt;im trying within the best of my abilities&lt;br /&gt;and of my emotions if that was the thing that was ruling my head.&lt;br /&gt;i agree,&lt;br /&gt;im short tempered&lt;br /&gt;unreasonable at times.&lt;br /&gt;hostile&lt;br /&gt;but i reciprocate it to the people who do me wrong&lt;br /&gt;just look in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;see yourself.&lt;br /&gt;reflect, take time to look back&lt;br /&gt;im being optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;my plans to reconcile .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all i got.&lt;br /&gt;and happy birthday to my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;finally 18th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-116887321009985675</id><published>2007-01-15T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:13:45.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the soap serial KELVIN-LAFI drama is back in action.&lt;br /&gt;not sure if they would see this.&lt;br /&gt;but, this has become a regular bill board in the 26b hierachy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was blog jumping and saw kelvin's amazing entry&lt;br /&gt;on resolutions, i found this part pretty amusing and it deserved some food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;shall &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;COPY &lt;/span&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;here is his definition of changes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; make crappy changes just for the sake of doing it? Changes like: Wake up 10 minutes earlier for school this year, spend less pocket money, learn to feed the pussy, er, cats, under your HDB subsidized block, donate more money to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1900-112-6868(this rakes up one hilarious anecdote)&lt;/span&gt;, and the works. - I consider them crappy, really.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;…For the very fact that you're being a better person just for the sake of being better and making a change. If you really saw resolutions/changes this way - you're better off NOT changing. Hence, I took a long 14 days, to see what would knock on the door, what would go, and what really "changed".&lt;/p&gt;people in class would definitely know that i seldom treat kelvin's words as sane&lt;br /&gt;but this time.&lt;br /&gt;its a different case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the day after tomorrow strike several mixed emotions&lt;br /&gt;about life, deaths, regrets, ambitions....&lt;br /&gt;it striked me more while reading linghui's blog. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hoped you all enjoyed youself at K today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like gosh. she has truckloads of information. global warming, etc etc&lt;br /&gt;my immediate response: YES MS TOH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, 2007 is absolutely a different year for me.&lt;br /&gt;several breakthroughs will be conducted this year:&lt;br /&gt;some tangible and others not feasible.&lt;br /&gt;thats why the term suggests? BREAKTHROUGH&lt;br /&gt;1. IM ON A OFFICIAL DIET. (not feasible)&lt;br /&gt;2. GETTING GOOD GRADES&lt;br /&gt;3. BEG CUPID TO STRIKE ME ONCE MORE&lt;br /&gt;4. ASK CRYSTAL TO GET HER HANDS OFF ME&lt;br /&gt;5. TELL KELVIN TO STOP BEING A PEST&lt;br /&gt;now im deriving .. my brains cant think for nuts now.&lt;br /&gt;im still exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im fanking this people for being there&lt;br /&gt;lamb&lt;br /&gt;lioness/tigress&lt;br /&gt;grass&lt;br /&gt;dog&lt;br /&gt;and the last one, you are still a son of a bitch in my opinion =)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; of course the many others...&lt;br /&gt;JIEMIN. BOH YY. BEAT RICE. NIU GE. ITCHY CRYSTALS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CHECK THIS OUT:&lt;br /&gt;A friendship left in its brokened state isn’t it the same as a broken stringed guitar? Nobody wants to do anything about it, nobody wants to salvage it. Slowly after time, u no longer know how to face it, u no longer know what you should do with it but to leave it left untouched.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, if the strings of a friendship were to be replaced, how will things be like? How about you being the first to give in, first to initiate an outing? Will things be still the same? Think about it…&lt;br /&gt;This proves the same for a bgr relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i do not wished to be sued for plagarism so, the original credits goes to author, CALVELL (not sure the surname).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-116887321009985675?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-116877956927469679</id><published>2007-01-14T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:59:29.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i call it inspirational love note&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-116877956927469679?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/116877956927469679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=116877956927469679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/116877956927469679'/><link 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the streets,&lt;br /&gt;companies/organisations, shunting from those physical disabled&lt;br /&gt;such as deafs,mute.&lt;br /&gt;well,they are just normal people.&lt;br /&gt;just like us?&lt;br /&gt;just that, they don have that luxury of ease communication.&lt;br /&gt;all these grouping,&lt;br /&gt;aint they people too?&lt;br /&gt;why should the society outcast them? shun them aside?&lt;br /&gt;for example.&lt;br /&gt;KFC, they had this KFC at tpy,for the DEAFS&lt;br /&gt;couldnt they let all the workers unite, despite deaf or not?&lt;br /&gt;all these 'groupings', wun they make those disabled more disabled instead of aid?&lt;br /&gt;what im going through now jus makes me being pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bleak future of the unrecognized diploma,&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder would my past year's effort be wasted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit and look out into the world.&lt;br /&gt;well, just my neighbourhood to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;every single minute, every single second,&lt;br /&gt;time passes.&lt;br /&gt;your life passes&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't you want to spend every moment telling everyone how much you treasure them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, i would treasure my enemies,&lt;br /&gt;they were the people that brought me thus far&lt;br /&gt;making me undergo countless tribulations&lt;br /&gt;moulding my character to who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting those who had not left me for the past 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;and i meant full 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;not those floating around kind. and desperately clinging to the so called 'BOND'&lt;br /&gt;which does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;to those 6 years or more&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are&lt;br /&gt;countless storms wrecked our friendSHIPS&lt;br /&gt;and was mended.&lt;br /&gt;my utmost gratitude for your presence.&lt;br /&gt;you may not know.&lt;br /&gt;those little calls/sms mean a lot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as here i am, wasting my time away&lt;br /&gt;just wanna say,&lt;br /&gt;TREASURE people around you.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, no discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;although myself does it.&lt;br /&gt;but im trying to change.&lt;br /&gt;you cant erase tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juniors waiting for results, nothing much, just hope that lady luck shines you&lt;br /&gt;and its about time you put ur praying skills to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poly frens, lunch buds, ms popular, w26b mates(since we din create a grp name) see you in school! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting the 5 very special buddies&lt;br /&gt;im always here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-116875176344188166?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/116875176344188166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>failure might be the best descriptive word i have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;drift would the most suitable word to show the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, all good things do come to an end,&lt;br /&gt;im sure i enjoyed the times i spend with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;its a memory that i would keep till the die i meet jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boh, i kept your words in mind, but some things.&lt;br /&gt;its far to obvious, try lying, cheating, denying&lt;br /&gt;why lie or deny when your conscience is clear?&lt;br /&gt;its your darn guilt.&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, its been fun the past two years.&lt;br /&gt;thanks =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the other two besties.&lt;br /&gt;one has a spouse,&lt;br /&gt;other has companions&lt;br /&gt;neither could i fit in.&lt;br /&gt;nothing could be the same.&lt;br /&gt;too distanced.&lt;br /&gt;may the bond of three permit us to continue this friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just hoping this all ends.&lt;br /&gt;its just a nightmare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-116844957901867224?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/116844957901867224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=116844957901867224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/116844957901867224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/116844957901867224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2007/01/failure-might-be-best-descriptive-word.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-116830259628683891</id><published>2007-01-09T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T09:34:54.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello! here i am, being the first in class!&lt;br /&gt;haha, it was the first time man!&lt;br /&gt;and of course, while i had the time, i would land myself here.&lt;br /&gt;in front of this screen typing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more thoughts brood over,&lt;br /&gt;relationships and friendships,&lt;br /&gt;things aint superficial and if you see things as such, then you are superficial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the ah go go meeting on friday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally uploaded the pics tiney!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4695/2503/320/792515/05-01-07_1747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4695/2503/320/280591/05-01-07_1748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, was one nostalgic outing.&lt;br /&gt;the four musketeers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4695/2503/320/510790/07-01-07_1516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4695/2503/320/594491/07-01-07_1517.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4695/2503/320/287362/07-01-07_1518.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4695/2503/320/640682/02-12-06_1251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;still miss the old hair! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4695/2503/320/546181/Image01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;notice the hair difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopped around. din get much except a wallet.&lt;br /&gt;went dinner at tian tian huo guo, if i din get the name wrong.&lt;br /&gt;food was not bad! enjoyed myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my energy was exhumed.&lt;br /&gt;so gave myself an extra holiday and spend monday at home, watching prison break! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and as the people walks in, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i realised that my worries were unfounded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the hair was not noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till one classmate said that it was nice! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright im off to do my work! see ya all! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-116830259628683891?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-116789809837460555</id><published>2007-01-04T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T16:08:18.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;im back!&lt;br /&gt;new year, new expectations and a new 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must admit , it has been a fruitful for the year 2006&lt;br /&gt;since the results release till the present,&lt;br /&gt;we underwent year one of poly.&lt;br /&gt;and for m, thru jc den poly.&lt;br /&gt;its been a long route and a fun tedious.&lt;br /&gt;for sure, we have grown, more matured, exotic thinking.&lt;br /&gt;well, for sure, we have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, back to the welcoming party, 2007 has arrived, whether u like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;for some, happy 18, others, reaching their 20s but no offence.&lt;br /&gt;just an elaboration from the things that i have heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the job is over.&lt;br /&gt;shangri la was an fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;a rough riding with dark storms and tsunamis.&lt;br /&gt;but it ended well, i landed on a nice shore. dry and clean.&lt;br /&gt;and changed.&lt;br /&gt;one thing i may never forget would be:&lt;br /&gt;'you should not make your environment suit you'&lt;br /&gt;'but you should change to suit the environment'&lt;br /&gt;-an adaption from 'who moved my cheese'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shant do any more elaboration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been having fun with my Ipod&lt;br /&gt;im beginning to love it from more to more.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, only people begin to treasure things when you get them with your hard earned money.&lt;br /&gt;from those who knew. yeap, its REAL HARD.&lt;br /&gt;im treasuring everything i got with my pay.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;i aint going to be another LOSEMYTHINGANDISALWAYSCARELESS image&lt;br /&gt;im changing. for the sake of my own future.&lt;br /&gt;at the rate its going, im going to get myself lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a transit period for the rest of the GYSS fellas,&lt;br /&gt;whether u are going first three months or working,&lt;br /&gt;let me be someone who went through the rides to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;treasure your time with your sec sch frens.&lt;br /&gt;things would not be the same when you reach poly/jc/mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:&lt;br /&gt;ah go go: shall meet up soon ya?&lt;br /&gt;jingyi: should start to be serious! and concentrate!&lt;br /&gt;faris: i know its hard, but try to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;heng: =) stop being stress and upset. be light hearted.&lt;br /&gt;felix: wheres ur specs?&lt;br /&gt;beatrice and yehying: stop fighting over me XD&lt;br /&gt;jaz: mind giving me your link again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-116789809837460555?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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junction before the approaching the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;i was so hoping that everything would freeze and remain stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;so that i would have the time to replenish my inner deminished and exhausted self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the incidents and colisions at work,&lt;br /&gt;it made me dread work even more.&lt;br /&gt;bleak and helpless are the words to describe the current situation.&lt;br /&gt;countless mayhem and fiascos and mind wars.&lt;br /&gt;THAT FILLS THE MEMORIES FOR THE JOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully in awaiting another destiny that is instore for me,&lt;br /&gt;what could possbily lie ahead for me?&lt;br /&gt;let the future unold itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back in school today&lt;br /&gt;for an additional lesson that i felt was essential.&lt;br /&gt;a 'remedial' lesson. which sounded astounishly and nostalgic to the secondary sch life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many hearsays and rumors been passing around.&lt;br /&gt;yet again, i truly finally appreciative for everything around me.&lt;br /&gt;be it, friends, family, enemies&lt;br /&gt;without either, it would not shape the person i am now&lt;br /&gt;many thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a very reflecting post that i sorta prepared for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;penning each thoughts everytime into my phone.&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess, for one, i don wan to miss out on any thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah go go: shall meet up soon okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im of shopping!&lt;br /&gt;it filles my burrning passion! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE PEOPLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-116728641251124492?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/116728641251124492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=116728641251124492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/116728641251124492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/116728641251124492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-was-over.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-116705090422095389</id><published>2006-12-25T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T20:48:24.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WONDERFUL! =) nice gifts thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-116705090422095389?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/116705090422095389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=116705090422095389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/116705090422095389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/116705090422095389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2006/12/wonderful-nice-gifts-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-116664215028457670</id><published>2006-12-21T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T03:15:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUN's the word&lt;br /&gt;im going to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;more shopping and even more.&lt;br /&gt;getting all the clothes and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;its finally coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;and who knows?before this hols end.&lt;br /&gt;i secured a new job. office job.&lt;br /&gt;attractive pay. paying me 7.&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT@ its at jurong. awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im still considering.&lt;br /&gt;but most prob,im taking it.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;i can almost sniff lady luck.&lt;br /&gt;pls share ur luck with me huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so tmr is shopping day but kinda messed and busy schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT OF THE MUSEUM IS NICE AND HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;be sure to catch it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHTS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24170868-116664215028457670?l=confused-delirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/feeds/116664215028457670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24170868&amp;postID=116664215028457670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/116664215028457670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24170868/posts/default/116664215028457670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confused-delirium.blogspot.com/2006/12/funs-word-im-going-to-go-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>weihoww</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058430820882892178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24170868.post-116636993497759929</id><published>2006-12-17T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:38:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! time seemed to past so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps because i was working.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. so much to say. was thinking about it when i was working.&lt;br /&gt;kinda forgotten. but. here is what i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one important lesson i learnt was on ATTITUDE&lt;br /&gt;regardless of your rank, height, age, sex or whatever, attitute is both critical in life building.&lt;br /&gt;your attitude reflects your personality.&lt;br /&gt;your up-bringing. so to that not so nice and giant olivia the slut.&lt;br /&gt;your farking attitude was a total turn-off.&lt;br /&gt;reason?&lt;br /&gt;doesnt receptionist = nice, kind and smiling?&lt;br /&gt;i know im stereotyping but look, thats what the job require you to do.&lt;br /&gt;but this olivia bitch. did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tells the guest to go to the line shop for dinner and also, says that the currency exchange is available DOWNSTAIRS)&lt;br /&gt;right, so this guest comes along and get a nice meal.&lt;br /&gt;and upon the bill settlement, he produced a foreign 50 Euro.&lt;br /&gt;which was nice. but made me bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;so approached my senior, Julia, who directed me to the cashier at the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;but that farking tall biatch, insisted on me getting my forms and what signature.&lt;br /&gt;the convo was as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitch: ya, im the one who asked the guest to go down and told him that there is currency exchange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me: oh., so can i change it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitch: you will need your manager's form and signature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me: my manager aint around? cant you just change it and i will get you the necessary documents cause the guest is waiting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitch: oh, den my problem your manager not around? shall i call chris for you? (F&amp;B manager, some majestic post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me: totally farked up. and walked off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest. not needed.&lt;br /&gt;eventually settled.&lt;br /&gt;this shows that in the business and working world.&lt;br /&gt;you have to be the one in power.&lt;br /&gt;those executive chefs, sit in office shake leg, get 10000&lt;br /&gt;poor asst chef, work their ass off. and get peanuts&lt;br /&gt;well, nothing is fair in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would be continuing with my work throughout.&lt;br /&gt;even christmas i guess.&lt;br /&gt;will be making it up next year.&lt;br /&gt;trying to get all the money i can.&lt;br /&gt;getting a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;well. im not some lonely freak that has nowhere to go but work.&lt;br /&gt;its just that, i feel that work is the priority now, and money as well.&lt;br /&gt;since im such a spendthrift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing. people. don ever consider hotel line.&lt;br /&gt;while you still can, choose your course carefully.&lt;br /&gt;cause, its REALLY LONG LONG HOURS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all. gtg rest. today was one tough day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* jaz tine. meet up for new year! (:&lt;br /&gt;* w26B, wheres our class outing?&lt;br /&gt;*min, elaa, clair etc etc. meet up soon ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE PEOPLE! 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