<?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-4132220828824509400</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:10:27.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>au courant</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-1920964095772766748</id><published>2009-01-04T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:54:28.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu</title><content type='html'>New Year. New Start. New Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is going to be different. No more school. No more tutorials. No more lectures. No more CCAs. But it's not all bad. These two years haven't been exactly blog happy- I don't think I've given this blog the tender loving care it deserves. It has a grand total of less than 50 posts for an entire duration of 2 years. But that's what you get for being out there living your life. And studying for A Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Chapter. New Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as i move on to the next phase God has in store for me (please have mercy), i shall be recording my thoughts and emotions on another platform; another blog. Keeping with the the theme that will (plague) the next year and a half of my life, the new blog can be located at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.armsandtheboy.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i will get to jot down my life for all to see more frequently in the near future and thanks for coming round to read about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to this part of my life. I will carry the spillovers of these times and the memories will be baggage that i will delightfully carry on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-insert whatever german gibberish Heidi Klum says to her beloved designers on Project Runway when they prove to be of no more television value and leave the show-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah-vee-dar--zi ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-1920964095772766748?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/1920964095772766748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=1920964095772766748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/1920964095772766748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/1920964095772766748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2009/01/adieu.html' title='Adieu'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-7482670971519894920</id><published>2008-10-28T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:57:45.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Like These</title><content type='html'>It's times like these you wonder what you could do if you had all the time in the world. When it's only a couple of days more to the real deal and everything else you've done so far is secondary and it all boils down to that few hours (and few pages) to sum it all up. Scary huh. But we all go through it and we survive (well most of us anyways). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of doing what i should be doing i must confess that i've been daydreaming a little and thinking of the things i want to pick up after all this is done and settled. Even though i'm quite sure i won't get down to doing most of these things but hey can't someone just think about how things could be like? Like spending time going down streets less traveled and snapping different perspectives and churning out images that mean. Like sitting down in front of the laptop with a nice cup of tea and putting down on screen the thoughts and imaginations that drop by to say hi in a fleeting moment. Like experimenting with sounds that somehow start to sound creepily alike after a while. Where on earth do people find the time to do all these things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things you dream of right now and say to yourself that this is what i am going to do when it's finally all over. And when it finally does, you find yourself caught up will a million and one things that have nothing to do with what you've been dreaming of all these while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder where people find the time to dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-7482670971519894920?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/7482670971519894920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=7482670971519894920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/7482670971519894920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/7482670971519894920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2008/10/times-like-these.html' title='Times Like These'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-4554658698388414687</id><published>2008-09-22T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:20:29.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nineninenineninenineninenineninenine</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CJzpyM3lr14&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CJzpyM3lr14&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-4554658698388414687?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/4554658698388414687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=4554658698388414687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/4554658698388414687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/4554658698388414687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2008/09/nineninenineninenineninenineninenine.html' title='nineninenineninenineninenineninenine'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-2605940069308124079</id><published>2008-09-14T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T04:02:38.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexing Singapore</title><content type='html'>The recent ads for MCYS's Family campaign is really good. I'm sure you've seen the mad dancing girl one (i have it below). I love the short-film feel to it and i think its the next step in the right artistic direction for Singaporean advertising and it's good to see the govt leading it in the right way. There's another one that's quite good to- with the small boy walking into school with his dad and then turning around only to see that he's gone but really he's just hiding behind the pillar. It's and ad asking people to go for medicals i think. Anyways i heard these really cool commercials were done by this artist Yasmin i think. She's foreign talent but at least we can see the talent and that's good. (: She's done a couple of similar-themed ads for malaysia to. I've included them below. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v66VMFBPq8E&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v66VMFBPq8E&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like this one. it's really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/59WixaDvxLw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/59WixaDvxLw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one's really funny. watch out for the smug old ladies' faces by the end of the short film. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yHVobYxdgmw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yHVobYxdgmw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-2605940069308124079?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/2605940069308124079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=2605940069308124079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/2605940069308124079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/2605940069308124079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2008/09/sexing-singapore.html' title='Sexing Singapore'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-5602533680556628827</id><published>2008-08-15T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T03:21:44.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lit Class</title><content type='html'>I had to work on this poem in Lit class by Philip Larkin called Sad Steps and guess what i found out that this guy is really quite cool. Just look at one of his works- This Be The Verse. He could totally pull off being a teenager today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Be The Verse &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Philip Larkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They fuck you up, your mum and dad.&lt;br /&gt; They may not mean to, but they do.&lt;br /&gt;They fill you with the faults they had&lt;br /&gt; And add some extra, just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they were fucked up in their turn&lt;br /&gt; By fools in old-style hats and coats,&lt;br /&gt;Who half the time were soppy-stern&lt;br /&gt; And half at one another's throats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man hands on misery to man.&lt;br /&gt; It deepens like a coastal shelf.&lt;br /&gt;Get out as early as you can,&lt;br /&gt; And don't have any kids yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-5602533680556628827?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/5602533680556628827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=5602533680556628827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/5602533680556628827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/5602533680556628827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2008/08/lit-class.html' title='Lit Class'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-7433027167192170221</id><published>2008-06-20T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T03:40:49.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hissy Fit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/SFuJCdx7nbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ialuH17xiRo/s1600-h/blogimage_rice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/SFuJCdx7nbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ialuH17xiRo/s320/blogimage_rice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213911669058280882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those complaining about the rise in cost of living:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing substantial anybody can do to cushion this rice in prices (pun intended, although it's a bit late) because giving out more money is not going to do anything but worsen the situation. More money just means that we will carry on our extravagant air-conditioned lifestyles which will push prices even further and then we'll all start to cry inflation all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And no i'm not talking about holding a massive global-scale rock concert to waste even more electricity and at the same time encouraging people to aid the helpless Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culprit is really our excessive use of fuels. We're squeezing the Earth dry of oil. And then they proudly say the future is in bio-fuels and we've got a happy ending. Or not. The real reason why food prices are escalating is precisely because of this happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple. When you play with your food, you just get less food to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all those hurricanes don't help one bit. Guess who's responsible for these 'natural disasters'? Us. Mankind. All those things we release into the air that clog up our global air-conditioning system is what causes these tragedies. To think we blame the Earth for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what they teach in Sunday School about how natural disasters are not caused by the wrath of God isn't true. That's how God made the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you mess with the Earth, it'll mess the hell out of you back.&lt;br /&gt;It's as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now go back to living in your pretty little air-conditioned rooms and driving your huge fanciful cars and continue squeezing your dear mother Earth dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-7433027167192170221?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/7433027167192170221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=7433027167192170221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/7433027167192170221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/7433027167192170221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2008/06/hissy-fit.html' title='Hissy Fit'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/SFuJCdx7nbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ialuH17xiRo/s72-c/blogimage_rice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-963054437985252915</id><published>2008-03-20T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T08:14:07.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need</title><content type='html'>Some people need to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Others dont. &lt;br /&gt;I havent in a  long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-963054437985252915?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/963054437985252915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=963054437985252915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/963054437985252915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/963054437985252915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2008/03/need.html' title='Need'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-6050259559380507036</id><published>2008-01-02T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T07:34:19.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg</title><content type='html'>this is so sad la please. found it on facebook. &lt;br /&gt;(even though the language makes it damn hard to read.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- i missed u at school 2day, y weren't u there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- yeah, i had to go to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- oh realy? y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- oh nothin, annual shots, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- so wht did we do in math 2day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- u didnt miss ne thing that great.......just lots of notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- ok good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- hey i have a question......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- ok, ask away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl-........how much do u love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- u kno i love u more than anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- yeah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- y did u ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl-................&gt;silence&lt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- is something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- no nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- ..............how much do u care about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- i would give u the world in a heartbeat if i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- u would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- yeah.........of course i would &gt;sounding worried&lt; is there something wrong??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- no, everythings fine......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- are u sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- ok.......i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- ..............would u die for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- i would take a bullet for u anyday, hun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- realy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- anyday. now seriously, is there something wrong???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- no im fine, ur fine, we're fine, everyones fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- ............ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl-......................well i have to go ill c u 2morrow at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- alright, bye. I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- yeah, i love u 2, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- hey, have u seen my g/f 2day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend- she wasnt here yesterday either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- i know, she was acting all wierd on the phone last nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend- well dude u kno how gurls are sumtimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- yeah........but not her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend- idk wht else 2 say, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- k well i gotta get 2 english, ill c ya after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend- yeah i gotta get to science, ttyl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT NIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ring-&lt;br /&gt;-ring-&lt;br /&gt;-ring-&lt;br /&gt;-ring-&lt;br /&gt;girl- hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- oh, hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- y weren't u at school 2day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- uh.......i had another doctor appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- are u sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- ..................um i have 2 go, my mom's callin on my other line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- ill wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- it may take a while, ill call u later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy-........alright, i love u hun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very long pause&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- (with tear in her eye) look, i think we should break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- its the best thing for us right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- y????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- i love u.&lt;br /&gt;click&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRL DOESNT COME TO SCHOOL FOR 3 MORE WEEKS, AND DOESNT ANSWER HER PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- hey dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend- hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- whats up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend- nothin, hey have u talked 2 ur ex lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend- so u didnt hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- hear what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend- um idk if i should be the one to tell u......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- dude, wtf tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend- uh....call this number....433-555-3468&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- ok............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY CALLS NUMBER AFTER SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ring-&lt;br /&gt;-ring-&lt;br /&gt;-ring-&lt;br /&gt;voice- hello, suppam county hospital, this is nurse beckam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- uh.......i must have the wrong number, im looking for my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voice- what is her name, sir?&lt;br /&gt;(boy gives info)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voice- yes, this is the right number, she is one of our patients here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- rele? y? what happened??? how is she???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voice- her room number is ..646, in building A, suite 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- WHT HAPPENED??!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voice- plz come by sir and you can see her, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- WAIT! NO!&lt;br /&gt;*dial tone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY GOES TO HOSPITAL, AND TO ROOM ..646, BUILDING A, SUITE 3. GIRL IS LYING IN THE HOSPITAL BED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- omg are u ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- ..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- sweetie!! talk to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- i..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- u what?? U WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- i have cancer and im on life support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- .....................&gt;breaks into tears&lt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- they're taking me off 2night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- y??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- i wanted 2 tell u but i couldnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- y didnt u tell me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- i didnt want 2 hurt u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- u could never hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- i just wanted 2 c if u felt bout me as the same i felt bout u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- i love u more than anything, i would give u the world in a heartbeat. i would die for you and take a bullet for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl- dont be sad, i love u n ill always be here w/u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy- then y'd u break up w/me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nurse- young man, visiting hours are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY LEAVES, GIRL IS TAKEN OFF LIFE SUPPORT, AND DIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wht the boy didn't kno is that the girl only asked him those questions so she could hear him say it one last time, and she only broke up w/him because she knew she only had 3 more weeks to live, and thought it would cause him less pain and give him time to get over her before she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy is found dead with a gun in his hand..with a note in the other...&lt;br /&gt;THE NOTE SAID:i told her i would take a bullet for her....just like she said she would die for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-6050259559380507036?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/6050259559380507036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=6050259559380507036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/6050259559380507036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/6050259559380507036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2008/01/omg.html' title='omg'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-5065490131069718065</id><published>2008-01-01T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T07:06:29.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the Start of Something New</title><content type='html'>Today is the start of 2008. &lt;br /&gt;It's the start of a new year. &lt;br /&gt;The start of Year 2. &lt;br /&gt;The start of mugging cos it's the start of my worrying for A Levels.&lt;br /&gt;The start of something special too. (everything before that can be the prelude.)&lt;br /&gt;The start of spending time with you. &lt;br /&gt;The start of something new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007. It was totally screwed to the max please. Coming to VJ was, to be honest, quite underwhelming. I mean i expected it to be like OMG SUPER FUN. but i ended up like Been there, Done that. Oh but boyy was i wrong. The year was CRRRAZY. I told myself not to join choir but here i am in VJ Choir. Haha. But it's not that bad. In fact it's all good! :) But only now la. There were times when i was like omg shit what am/was i thinking but nevermind. VJ CHOIR IS FUN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was class. S53 was cute. Haha like really compared to A15 they are cute. Lol no comments. Everyone was nice and all. People are nice too in A15. Just that it's more like the real world in A15 if you get my drift. :) But it's okay i survived one year; i can survive another. especially when now i have you.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was the year i really grew up. like really. im a totally different person. and i realised that fate is a freak. anything can happen. hearts were broken and tears were shed. But i guess that's how you grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008. It's gonna get better. there is so much in store already. Like A levels. haha. and O1! and Musicfest! and you. I hereby resolve to stop ponning lecs or/and tutorials. I resolve to be nice to people (as much as POSSIBLE.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resolve to stop ignoring the things i dont like and face those darn fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 will be a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will share the air i breathe&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you my heart on a string&lt;br /&gt;i just dont want to miss anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-5065490131069718065?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/5065490131069718065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=5065490131069718065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/5065490131069718065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/5065490131069718065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-start-of-something-new.html' title='This is the Start of Something New'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-7187370335957135548</id><published>2007-12-27T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T06:47:15.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting by Yellowcard</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zA3fj0uiw3A&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zA3fj0uiw3A&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said that I'd fight for the one that I've found,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stay here while I wait for you to come around,&lt;br /&gt;I fight you're apart of me now,&lt;br /&gt;And I will never give up, no I'll never give up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-7187370335957135548?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/7187370335957135548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=7187370335957135548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/7187370335957135548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/7187370335957135548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/12/fighting-by-yellowcard.html' title='Fighting by Yellowcard'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-1194027889602768133</id><published>2007-12-22T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T20:58:17.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blindfolded</title><content type='html'>Blindly, i tread&lt;br /&gt;in pitch black darkness.&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone. Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I feel safe and warm with the&lt;br /&gt;clasp of your hand; yet sometimes&lt;br /&gt;i sense only your vague presence&lt;br /&gt;around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear the moment&lt;br /&gt;when i grope around in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;only to find there is&lt;br /&gt;no you. And i struggle to keep the&lt;br /&gt;blindfolds on, so that the&lt;br /&gt;excruciating light does not&lt;br /&gt;hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at least for now, the&lt;br /&gt;rhythms of your heart&lt;br /&gt;resound in me. And&lt;br /&gt;I am happy. At least&lt;br /&gt;while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R23q1EMsAgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GDziNGfop0Q/s1600-h/blindfolded.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R23q1EMsAgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GDziNGfop0Q/s320/blindfolded.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147028146535268866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-1194027889602768133?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/1194027889602768133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=1194027889602768133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/1194027889602768133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/1194027889602768133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/12/blindfolded.html' title='Blindfolded'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R23q1EMsAgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GDziNGfop0Q/s72-c/blindfolded.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-5559640682665356020</id><published>2007-12-19T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T06:43:43.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's How You Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xRYU4cqUAUs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xRYU4cqUAUs&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted is Love.&lt;br /&gt;And so are you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-5559640682665356020?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/5559640682665356020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=5559640682665356020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/5559640682665356020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/5559640682665356020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/12/thats-how-you-know.html' title='That&apos;s How You Know'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-6877487866307771343</id><published>2007-12-17T07:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T07:23:37.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-6877487866307771343?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/6877487866307771343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=6877487866307771343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Until we cried&lt;br /&gt;At the most stupid things&lt;br /&gt;Like we were so high&lt;br /&gt;But love was all that we were on&lt;br /&gt;We belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though the world would&lt;br /&gt;Never understand&lt;br /&gt;This unlikely union&lt;br /&gt;And why it still stands&lt;br /&gt;Someday we will be set free.&lt;br /&gt;Pray and believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the light disappears&lt;br /&gt;And when this world's insincere&lt;br /&gt;You'll be safe here&lt;br /&gt;When nobody hears you scream&lt;br /&gt;I'll scream with you&lt;br /&gt;You'll be safe here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save your eyes&lt;br /&gt;From your tears&lt;br /&gt;When everything's unclear&lt;br /&gt;You'll be safe here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the sheer weight&lt;br /&gt;Of your doubts and fears&lt;br /&gt;Wounded heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the light disappears&lt;br /&gt;And when this world's insincere&lt;br /&gt;You'll be safe here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When nobody hears you scream&lt;br /&gt;I'll scream with you&lt;br /&gt;You'll be safe here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my arms&lt;br /&gt;Through the long cold night&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight&lt;br /&gt;You'll be safe here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When no one understands&lt;br /&gt;I'll believe&lt;br /&gt;You'll be safe,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be safe&lt;br /&gt;You'll be safe here&lt;br /&gt;Put your heart in my hands&lt;br /&gt;You'll be safe here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-1914714778208510432?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/1914714778208510432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=1914714778208510432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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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-4132220828824509400.post-5358302129241247198</id><published>2007-12-01T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T07:04:42.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 signs you love someone</title><content type='html'>i found this on friendster bulletin! okay fine friendster its not that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y ou feel shy whenever they're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b r=""&gt;NINE:&lt;br /&gt;You smile when you hear their voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at them, you can't see&lt;br /&gt;the other&lt;br /&gt;people around you, you just see&lt;br /&gt;him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T hey're all you think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FI VE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realize you're always smiling when&lt;br /&gt;you're&lt;br /&gt;lo oking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would do anything for them, just&lt;br /&gt;to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading this, there was one&lt;br /&gt;person on your&lt;br /&gt;mind this whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were so busy thinking about that&lt;br /&gt;person, you&lt;br /&gt;didnt notice number seven was missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O NE:&lt;br /&gt;You just scrolled up to check &amp;amp; are&lt;br /&gt;now silently&lt;br /&gt;laughing at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the twist.&lt;br /&gt;I think number THREE would be so true. :)&lt;b r=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div 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someone'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-2799742378067008431</id><published>2007-11-29T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T07:46:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY NOVABELLE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R07dNGOlqzI/AAAAAAAAADY/4LEe2Fs0i_Y/s1600-h/nono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R07dNGOlqzI/AAAAAAAAADY/4LEe2Fs0i_Y/s320/nono.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138287441956154162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nehneh! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;1.  novabelle&lt;br /&gt;2.  jeremy&lt;br /&gt;3.  xianyong&lt;br /&gt;4.  rayrin&lt;br /&gt;5.  wayne&lt;br /&gt;6.  lix&lt;br /&gt;7.  cc&lt;br /&gt;8.  mongs&lt;br /&gt;9.  jialing&lt;br /&gt;10.  tingkai&lt;br /&gt;11.  june&lt;br /&gt;12.  rachel&lt;br /&gt;13.  saira&lt;br /&gt;14.  laura&lt;br /&gt;15.  wenwen&lt;br /&gt;16.  shihan&lt;br /&gt;17.  nirupa&lt;br /&gt;18.  melody&lt;br /&gt;19.  sherwin&lt;br /&gt;20.  cherissa&lt;br /&gt;21. alena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you meet 14? vjc 07a15&lt;br /&gt;2. What would you do if you never met 6? have lost a CRC (omg so cool)  member&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you do if 20 and 9 date? puke&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you ever like 5? hmm not really&lt;br /&gt;5.Would 3 and 12 make a good couple? ee no way&lt;br /&gt;6. Describe 8: small&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you think 13 is attractive? yupp quite&lt;br /&gt;8.Tell me something about 17: totally own-ur-ass smart&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you know any of 4's family members?  met once&lt;br /&gt;10. What's 21's favorite color? dunno&lt;br /&gt;11. What would you do if 18 just confessed he/she liked you? alot of ppl would be envious&lt;br /&gt;12. What language does 20 speak? english. only.&lt;br /&gt;13. Who is 9 going out with? she hopes its someone living in bishan&lt;br /&gt;14. What grade is 16 in? grade A for AVALON!&lt;br /&gt;15. When's the last time you talked to 13? a couple of days before her birthday&lt;br /&gt;16. What perfume does number 2 uses? he doesnt use perfumes&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you ever date 7? no her pick-up wink gives me nightmares&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you ever date 1?&lt;br /&gt;19. Is 15 single? nope. chinese scholar from rj.&lt;br /&gt;20. What is 19's last name? loo lao cai&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 11? no cos im not malay&lt;br /&gt;22. What school does 3 go to? vjc!&lt;br /&gt;23. Where does 10 live? bedok&lt;br /&gt;24. What's your favorite thing about 10? he is pro-ed on the dizi&lt;br /&gt;25.Have you seen number 1 naked? ZOMG NO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-4867508883518624849?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/4867508883518624849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=4867508883518624849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/4867508883518624849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/4867508883518624849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/11/nono-made-me-do-this.html' title='Nono made me do this.'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-2409388811234729710</id><published>2007-11-27T06:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T07:02:02.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you do in the Holidays</title><content type='html'>We went to visit Terminal 3 on monday! Pictures below! there're not many cos these are from my puny phone which totally needs repairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0wqOmOlqsI/AAAAAAAAACg/VqhyE5l1B3Y/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0wqOmOlqsI/AAAAAAAAACg/VqhyE5l1B3Y/s320/Image062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137527705191164610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the entire gang. Minus me (cos i was behind the camera lens) and hoho who went to ikea with the sops. And Nono was painting banner with Osiris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0wp-GOlqrI/AAAAAAAAACY/idHJ7MhdqYE/s1600-h/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0wp-GOlqrI/AAAAAAAAACY/idHJ7MhdqYE/s320/Image063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137527421723323058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0wqQ2OlqtI/AAAAAAAAACo/JuJbNPOBWFE/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0wqQ2OlqtI/AAAAAAAAACo/JuJbNPOBWFE/s320/Image050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137527743845870290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We should totally kope (in the spirit of CRC) these chairs that are wonderfully coloured with the choir colours for the choir room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate Sakae buffet at T2 then went to visit T3. there are lots of glass and because of that it can be quite confusing. We all went to the viewing area (where you cant really see airplanes, even if there were any) to chill. Nono joined us after a day of banner painting and we all chilled. yes it was quite cold in T3 cos there werent many ppl. Then me, Nono and Jia Ling went exploring, in search for some coffee and we found TCC! It's going to be our mugging spot for A Levels next Year! :) BUT there wasnt anyone there. AT ALL. Yet it was open. So we just sat there cam whoring and singing carols and talking. Then we went swensons to have dinner and make a fool of ourselves. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0wtfGOlqwI/AAAAAAAAADA/fgxF_-gY7tc/s1600-h/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0wtfGOlqwI/AAAAAAAAADA/fgxF_-gY7tc/s320/Image065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137531287193889538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spilled water. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0wtOmOlqvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lIv_hw_KtMg/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0wtOmOlqvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lIv_hw_KtMg/s320/Image064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137531003726047986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me if you can vaguely see. Im trying to take a photo of my reflection while waiting for the sky train which took 173 million bucks to build. So that's what they do with tax payers' money. And that's nono behind the pole. Doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0wtqmOlqxI/AAAAAAAAADI/atBIgfg-Vgs/s1600-h/Image066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0wtqmOlqxI/AAAAAAAAADI/atBIgfg-Vgs/s320/Image066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137531484762385170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found this in T2. So cool right! :)&lt;br /&gt;Call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did i tell you the avalon banner is DONE! YAY! A million thanks to wenwen who helped us finish the she-knight's face and top. I think she looks quite hot. i mean AVALON LOOKS QUITE HOT! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0wspWOlquI/AAAAAAAAACw/UHzA0B3_h9s/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0wspWOlquI/AAAAAAAAACw/UHzA0B3_h9s/s320/Image054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137530363775920866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go Avalon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0wugmOlqyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eK10ZB2OeFk/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0wugmOlqyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eK10ZB2OeFk/s320/Image058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137532412475321122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go Aeon! My lubly "knightlet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now all i have left is the concert tmr, sdd, do choir room board, genting (yay!), KL (yay!), og camp, carolling. yay thank god i studied for promos. No R Papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-2409388811234729710?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/2409388811234729710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=2409388811234729710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/2409388811234729710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/2409388811234729710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-you-do-in-holidays.html' title='Things you do in the Holidays'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0wqOmOlqsI/AAAAAAAAACg/VqhyE5l1B3Y/s72-c/Image062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-4241823904163531771</id><published>2007-11-22T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T06:14:55.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duties</title><content type='html'>Someone posted this on my Friendster bulletin. (Yes even with the likes of Facebook i still do visit the old-school Friendster every now and then :)) Looks like being a boyfriend is tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she walks away from you&lt;br /&gt;mad&lt;br /&gt;[ Follow her ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she stares at your mouth&lt;br /&gt;[ smile...then kiss her ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she pushes you or hit's you&lt;br /&gt;[ hug her tight ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she starts cursing at you&lt;br /&gt;[ say i love you ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's quiet&lt;br /&gt;[ hold her hand and ask what's wrong ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she ignores you&lt;br /&gt;[ act cute so she'll notice you ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she pulls away&lt;br /&gt;[ Pull her back ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her at her worst&lt;br /&gt;[ tell her you love her and she still&lt;br /&gt;looks amazing ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her start crying&lt;br /&gt;[hold her...ask her what's wrong]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her walking&lt;br /&gt;[ approach her..give a kiss on the&lt;br /&gt;cheek. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's scared&lt;br /&gt;[assure her you're not goin to leave&lt;br /&gt;her ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she lays her head on your&lt;br /&gt;shoulder&lt;br /&gt;[ tilt your head too..and hold her&lt;br /&gt;hand ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she steals your favorite hat&lt;br /&gt;[ let her keep it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she teases you&lt;br /&gt;[ Tease her back and make her laugh ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she doesnt answer for a long time&lt;br /&gt;[ reassure her that everything is&lt;br /&gt;okay ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you with doubt&lt;br /&gt;[ Back yourself up ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says that she likes you&lt;br /&gt;[ she really does more than you could&lt;br /&gt;understand ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she grabs at your hands&lt;br /&gt;[ Hold hers and play with her&lt;br /&gt;fingers ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she bumps into you&lt;br /&gt;[ bump into her back and make her&lt;br /&gt;laugh ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When she tells you a secret&lt;br /&gt;[ keep it safe and untold ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;[ dont look away until she does ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she misses you&lt;br /&gt;[ she's hurting inside ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you break her heart&lt;br /&gt;[ the pain never really goes away ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says its over&lt;br /&gt;[ she still wants you to be hers ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she forward this message&lt;br /&gt;[ she wants you to read it ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stay on the phone with her even if&lt;br /&gt;shes not saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she's mad hug her tight and&lt;br /&gt;don't&lt;br /&gt;let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she says she's ok dont believe&lt;br /&gt;it, talk with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- because 10 yrs later she'll remember&lt;br /&gt;you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday&lt;br /&gt;to tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Call her before you sleep and after&lt;br /&gt;you wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Treat her like she's all that matters&lt;br /&gt;to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tease her and let her tease you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stay up all night with her when she's&lt;br /&gt;sick.&lt;br /&gt;- Watch her favorite movie with her or&lt;br /&gt;her favorite show even if you think its&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;- Give her the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let her wear your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she's bored and sad, hang out&lt;br /&gt;with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let her know she's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss her in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she runs up at you crying, the&lt;br /&gt;first thing you say is;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's ass am I kicking babe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWW...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-4241823904163531771?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/4241823904163531771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=4241823904163531771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/4241823904163531771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/4241823904163531771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/11/duties.html' title='Duties'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-7553320323930070524</id><published>2007-11-20T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T03:49:42.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banner Painting Virgin</title><content type='html'>Yesyes i havent painted a banner before. So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i spent like the entire day painting Avalon (OMG YAY!) banner and i think its so cool! Ive got paint all over me and everything. haha. It wasnt that bad. At least not as bad as i imagined it to be. But ofcourse as usual i didnt have to do much. lol but hey! i was the noob OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still not done yet. There're a few missing bits and we need to touch up on it too. A million thanks to Chao Yang for designing it! haha I have no idea what we would have painted without his design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here's a sneak preview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0LJBGOlqqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/r6kX4444AHs/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0LJBGOlqqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/r6kX4444AHs/s320/Image047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134887545844640418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No. She's not going to be topless. You chee ko pek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-7553320323930070524?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/7553320323930070524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=7553320323930070524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/7553320323930070524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/7553320323930070524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/11/banner-painting-virgin.html' title='Banner Painting Virgin'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/R0LJBGOlqqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/r6kX4444AHs/s72-c/Image047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-3490137225913104601</id><published>2007-11-17T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T07:46:16.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>Why is everyone's birthday in November?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and you thought October was the month most Singaporeans were given birth to in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im broke.&lt;br /&gt;Please donate generously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little bit counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-3490137225913104601?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/3490137225913104601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=3490137225913104601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/3490137225913104601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/3490137225913104601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-3697117426922594191</id><published>2007-11-14T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T06:43:03.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And now i'm back!</title><content type='html'>I know it's terribly ironic that my blog's called au courant (which means current by the way) but my blogskin is anything BUT current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i also know that it's ironic that my blog's called au courant but i NEVER update. Like never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see you cant blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to change my boring skin to something exciting and OMG-worthy BUT blogspot SUCKS TTM and all the nice Paul Frank skins that i wanted to put up DONT WORK! This is terribly irritating. Arrgh. Stupid blogger. Butu i NOT GIVE UP! I'LL TRY AGAIN. tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i also wanted to update regularly but somehow i just didnt see the need to (people are stupid sometimes. yes, really. even the cleverest people. XD) and i had all the other things that suck the bloody life outta me like Promos and PW and now that preliminary H3 Essay on Physical and Human geog: A Marriage on the Rocks. Funny ah! The pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see. You cant blame me. But i will start all over again and i will blog. Even with an ugly blogskin, i will blog. I will indulge in the innate self-centredness we all share and BLOG. It's never too late to tell the world about your life. Everyone want sto read it anyway.And now im just rambling nonsense. But that's what you get when you blog regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-3697117426922594191?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/3697117426922594191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=3697117426922594191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/3697117426922594191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/3697117426922594191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-now-im-back.html' title='And now 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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-4132220828824509400.post-6356582892941339665</id><published>2007-06-27T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T08:32:12.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes yes, i know i havent exactly been blogging much this year but maybe cos i realised you dont have to tell everything to the whole world. But, we still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreaded mid years are just over and im confident of getting at least a U for two subjects. (Hey not bad for a first timer!) If you thought sitting for a 3 hour geog paper for o levels was tough, you aint seen nothing yet. Try sitting for 3 hours for every single paper. No wonder so many of us suffer from chronic backache. wonder who's at fault. but still, it's all part and parcel of growing up in this age- suffering under the torture of the system. suck it up. get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for pattaya. thailand's just gonna be so much better than thai express. just imagine the flea markets. yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-6356582892941339665?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/6356582892941339665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=6356582892941339665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-710962551855011084?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/710962551855011084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=710962551855011084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/710962551855011084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/710962551855011084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-cant-let-this-happen.html' title='i cant let this happen'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-4735827061441401140</id><published>2007-05-15T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T10:30:24.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont expect me to be your friend</title><content type='html'>I stopped sending flowers to your apartment&lt;br /&gt;You said you aren't home much anymore&lt;br /&gt;I stopped dropping by without an appointment&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd hear laughter coming through your door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-4735827061441401140?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/4735827061441401140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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whom it may concern</title><content type='html'>Yes, you would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-4376927443785316074?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/4376927443785316074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=4376927443785316074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/4376927443785316074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/4376927443785316074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='To whom it may concern'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-1127013855736010704</id><published>2007-05-03T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T09:18:03.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Champagne For My Real Friends, Real Pain For My Sham Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" class="std_font" &gt;You are a getaway car, a rush of blood to the head&lt;br /&gt;But me, I'm just the covers on top of your bed&lt;br /&gt;You steer away in a rear view mirror, you make my head swim&lt;br /&gt;I keep you warm and won't ask you where you've been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your backless black dress soaked to the skin&lt;br /&gt;When it's said and done they're all scrambling&lt;br /&gt;And we're friends, we're friends&lt;br /&gt;Just because we move units&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike us like matches, cause everyone deserves the flames&lt;br /&gt;We only do it for the scars and stories, not the fame&lt;br /&gt;At least everyone is trying, everyone is shining&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves the flames but it's such a shame&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of this small town make my ears hurt (make my ears hurt)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, you caught me. But I caught you one worse&lt;br /&gt;They say, "You want a war? You've got a war."&lt;br /&gt;But who are you fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;The tides out, the ship's run aground&lt;br /&gt;We drown traitors in shallow water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your backless black dress soaked to the skin&lt;br /&gt;When it's said and done they're all scrambling&lt;br /&gt;And we're friends, we're friends&lt;br /&gt;Just because we move units&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike us like matches, cause everyone deserves the flames&lt;br /&gt;We only do it for the scars and stories, not the fame&lt;br /&gt;At least everyone is trying, everyone is shining&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves the flames but it's such a shame&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is trying, everyone is shining&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves the flames but it's such a shame&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike us like matches, cause everyone deserves the flames&lt;br /&gt;We only do it for the scars and stories, not the fame&lt;br /&gt;At least everyone is trying, everyone is shining&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves the flames but it's such a shame&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love my real friends and my sham friends, but i love my real friends more and feel terribly sorry for my sham friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" class="std_font" &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/4132220828824509400-1127013855736010704?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/1127013855736010704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=1127013855736010704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/1127013855736010704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/1127013855736010704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/05/champagne-for-my-real-friends-real-pain.html' title='&quot;Champagne For My Real Friends, Real Pain For My Sham Friends'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-6756841090109916011</id><published>2007-04-21T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:50:04.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uarA71riaOk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uarA71riaOk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are somethings which people shouldnt read on blogs। So im typing in hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; वहत हुर्ट्स थे मोस्ट&lt;br /&gt;वास बीइंग सो क्लोसे&lt;br /&gt;ऎंड हविंग सो मुच तो सय&lt;br /&gt;ऎंड वात्चिंग यू वाक् अवय&lt;br /&gt;ऎंड नेवर क्नोविंग&lt;br /&gt;वहत कोउल्ड हवे बीन&lt;br /&gt;ऎंड नॉट सींग ठाट लोविंग यू&lt;br /&gt;इस वहत ई वास त्र्यिंग तो दो&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool.&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/4132220828824509400-6756841090109916011?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/6756841090109916011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=6756841090109916011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/6756841090109916011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/6756841090109916011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/04/there-are-somethings-which-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-8318891590016454845</id><published>2007-04-17T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T08:45:11.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; When you try your best, but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want, but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry it's broken.&lt;br /&gt;let me fix it.&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-8318891590016454845?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/8318891590016454845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=8318891590016454845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/8318891590016454845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/8318891590016454845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-sorry-for-forgetting.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-1882747026016566684</id><published>2007-04-06T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T06:30:15.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesnt matter what they say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the jealous games people play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bimbo lyrics i know. But somehow it's true. and im quite tired of it all. like whatever. they dont write their own songs anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just getting to much.&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/4132220828824509400-1882747026016566684?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/1882747026016566684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=1882747026016566684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/1882747026016566684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/1882747026016566684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/04/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-5944966863260324971</id><published>2007-04-06T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T05:44:02.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/RhZAexCOKaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bzfEI399FeY/s1600-h/topman+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/RhZAexCOKaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bzfEI399FeY/s320/topman+bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050294929445497250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really gonna get this. No more watch. Just this Doctor's bag or something. Although there's no way im becoming a doctor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-5944966863260324971?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/5944966863260324971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=5944966863260324971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/5944966863260324971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/5944966863260324971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/04/ooh.html' title='Ooh'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/RhZAexCOKaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bzfEI399FeY/s72-c/topman+bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-5702634377012507894</id><published>2007-04-01T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T04:18:23.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADH 1314</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/Rg-ToxRtGPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l3UbeSBh8Aw/s1600-h/adidaswatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/Rg-ToxRtGPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l3UbeSBh8Aw/s320/adidaswatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048416035937261810" 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/4132220828824509400-5702634377012507894?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/5702634377012507894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=5702634377012507894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/5702634377012507894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/5702634377012507894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/04/adh-1314.html' title='ADH 1314'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/Rg-ToxRtGPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l3UbeSBh8Aw/s72-c/adidaswatch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-3553077944726336342</id><published>2007-03-24T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T08:11:09.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're IN!</title><content type='html'>Gosh after all that trepidation, we (both vocal group and band) managed to pull through. Honestly we werent really sounding that great today. But it was all about God's Grace and we managed to squeeze into the finals of Musicfest. It's all HIM. Guess i wont be able to observe workout day anytime soon. I'm such a slacker. Now it's time to go do my lesson plan for tomorrows sunday school lesson with those P5s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy. Busy. Busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-3553077944726336342?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/3553077944726336342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=3553077944726336342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/3553077944726336342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/3553077944726336342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/03/were-in.html' title='We&apos;re IN!'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-6992684025203242386</id><published>2007-03-20T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T06:59:07.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROFL</title><content type='html'>This is definitely funnier than Janet's Doraemon joke and Melodie's Orange joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man has spent many days crossing the desert without water.&lt;br /&gt;His camel dies of thirst.&lt;br /&gt;He's crawling through the sands, certain that he has breathed his last, when all of a sudden he sees an object sticking out of the sand several yards ahead of &lt;br /&gt;him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He crawls to the object, pulls it out of the sand, and discovers what looks to be an old brief case.&lt;br /&gt;He opens it and out pops a genie.&lt;br /&gt;But this is no ordinary genie.&lt;br /&gt;This one is wearing a dull gray suit and an IRS ID badge.&lt;br /&gt;There's a calculator in his pocket and a pencil tucked behind one ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well Kid," says the genie, "you know how it works. You have three wishes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not falling for this." says the man. "I'm not going to trust a taxman." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you have to lose? You've got no transportation or water and it looks like you're a goner anyway." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man thinks about this for a minute and decides the genie is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, I wish I were in a lush oasis with plentiful food and drink." &lt;br /&gt;***POOF***&lt;br /&gt;The man finds himself in the most beautiful oasis he has ever seen and he is surrounded by jugs of wine and platters of delicacies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK Kid, what is your second wish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My second wish is that I were rich beyond my wildest dreams."&lt;br /&gt;***POOF***&lt;br /&gt;The man finds himself surrounded by treasure chests filled with rare gold coins and precious gems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK Kid, you have just one more wish. Better make it a good one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking for a few minutes, the man says "I wish that no matter where I go beautiful women will want and need me." &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***POOF***&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is turned into a tampon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story? If the government offers you anything for free, there's going to be a string attached.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-6992684025203242386?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/6992684025203242386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=6992684025203242386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/6992684025203242386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/6992684025203242386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/03/rofl.html' title='ROFL'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-4730420870932292008</id><published>2007-03-18T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T04:15:40.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh JUICY!</title><content type='html'>Basses OWNed Horny Night 07! Like totally. We did this thing about Charlie's Angels. Oliver was Charlie. Xiang Yong was Dew Harryhore (think Drew Barrymore). Xian Jun was Cumonmyass (Think Cameron diaz). And I was Juicy Liu- Lucy Liu. To be honest, all that boob beating was actually quite fun. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's semi's for vocal group.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's semi's for Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we were more prepared for auditions than this time. Guess whose fault is it? I bet they were too busy protecting their Egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iAMMLb4juPY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iAMMLb4juPY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-4730420870932292008?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/4730420870932292008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=4730420870932292008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/4730420870932292008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/4730420870932292008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/03/ooh-juicy.html' title='Ooh JUICY!'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-6293304811598011624</id><published>2007-03-10T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T20:51:03.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww..</title><content type='html'>Read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sheilaomalley.com/archives/002423.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did this in lit class the other day. Even though there were some references to pop culture that were way beyond my time for me to comprehend, it still made me go Awww.. at the end of the piece. It's quite long but "at your age, your reading speed should allow you to finish this in 10 minutes. No more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my neck is peeling horridly. My mum says it looks like leprosy. My dad agrees with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-6293304811598011624?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/6293304811598011624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=6293304811598011624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/6293304811598011624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/6293304811598011624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/03/awww.html' title='Awww..'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-4235437999622551144</id><published>2007-03-08T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T07:32:31.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOREF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/RfAoFTaFjDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Gu-bYBbnPGQ/s1600-h/koref_field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/RfAoFTaFjDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Gu-bYBbnPGQ/s320/koref_field.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039572054601731122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the smell of insect repellent&lt;br /&gt;the sight of vast padi fields&lt;br /&gt;the taste of organic rice&lt;br /&gt;the scorching heat from the blazing sun (and a nice tan too!)&lt;br /&gt;the sounds of mr cheo screaming into the loud hailer&lt;br /&gt;the euphoria of cheering (not very much though..)&lt;br /&gt;the emo-ness whe i saw my lubly lamp post for the last time!&lt;br /&gt;the AP of Sec 3s&lt;br /&gt;the fraternity of the black + green shirts (EOA pays $70 a day!)&lt;br /&gt;the familiarity of TOPO BRUDDERS!! [bezzy + dezzy + jazzy]&lt;br /&gt;the dinghy kia [john]&lt;br /&gt;the lambak losers (winners who climbed gunung lembak TWICE!!)  [bryan + hong han + calvin + george]&lt;br /&gt;the water obers [bryan + george]&lt;br /&gt;the rusty rafters [calvin + hong han]&lt;br /&gt;the KFC meal from the 15-year-old red shirt who still hasnt pass out from LTC after 5 years&lt;br /&gt;the sec 3 camp 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smell of mosquito coils&lt;br /&gt;the sight of concrete toilets&lt;br /&gt;the taste of organic rice with less husks&lt;br /&gt;the blazing heat from the scorching sun [not to mention a peeling forehead]&lt;br /&gt;the sounds of my juniors screaming at their juniors with a loud hailer&lt;br /&gt;the euphoria of cheering [or was there?]&lt;br /&gt;the familiarity of my beloved rubber plantation&lt;br /&gt;the latent eeriness of stationing at the plantation for night hike [stupid mosquitos!]&lt;br /&gt;the less AP sec 3s&lt;br /&gt;the fraternity of SL + ASL! + Green shirts&lt;br /&gt;the being of camp instructor&lt;br /&gt;the legitimate ponning of O2&lt;br /&gt;the KFC meal with the was-15-yr-olds and 15-yr-olds&lt;br /&gt;the sec 3 camp 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just less emo this time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-4235437999622551144?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/4235437999622551144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=4235437999622551144' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/4235437999622551144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/4235437999622551144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/03/koref.html' title='KOREF!'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lHwUPewo3mM/RfAoFTaFjDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Gu-bYBbnPGQ/s72-c/koref_field.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-8687023178704332766</id><published>2007-03-01T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T04:18:23.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression</title><content type='html'>Second post of my new blog and already i've got something to rant about. Not cool. Basically my friend and i had to do an assignment and then it was doubted (or at least it was implied)&lt;br /&gt; of not being original. I'm too bored about this entire thing to type it all out but make your way to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.litrocks.blogspot.com &lt;/span&gt;and read my post and the comments it was given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for the record, i really think lit rawks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-8687023178704332766?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/8687023178704332766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=8687023178704332766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/8687023178704332766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/8687023178704332766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/03/expression.html' title='Expression'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132220828824509400.post-4129945920204563915</id><published>2007-02-24T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:22:29.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genesis</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wwi8_rRq8os"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wwi8_rRq8os" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new iPod Ad.&lt;br /&gt;The new blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132220828824509400-4129945920204563915?l=thisnewme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/feeds/4129945920204563915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132220828824509400&amp;postID=4129945920204563915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/4129945920204563915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132220828824509400/posts/default/4129945920204563915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnewme.blogspot.com/2007/02/genesis.html' title='Genesis'/><author><name>Desmond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
