<?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-2580789933686237178</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:41:19.669+08:00</updated><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Personality Test'/><category term='Dog'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Busy Schedules'/><category term='Random thoughts'/><category term='Video'/><category term='SMP'/><category term='CCA'/><category term='Ramblings'/><category term='Blog Quiz'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>my blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-7053654733524337188</id><published>2008-07-04T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:19:07.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultramuggeremu.livejournal.com"&gt;http://ultramuggeremu.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-7053654733524337188?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/7053654733524337188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=7053654733524337188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7053654733524337188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7053654733524337188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/moved.html' title='Moved.'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-1835376083968406728</id><published>2008-06-27T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:29:50.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Took from SimHwee:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;→ Pick your birth month.&lt;br&gt;→ Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you.&lt;br&gt;→ Bold the five-ten that best apply to you.&lt;br&gt;→ Copy to your own blog and either link to a post that has all 12 months or copy-paste it all under your result.&lt;br&gt;→ Tag 5 people from your friends list your friends! &lt;p&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Loves to chat.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Loves those who loves them.&lt;/strong&gt; Loves to take things at the center. &lt;strike&gt;Inner and physical beauty.(no physical obviously. no inner as well)&lt;/strike&gt; Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. &lt;strong&gt;Treats friends importantly.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Always making friends.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Easily hurt but recovers easily.&lt;/strong&gt; Daydreamer. Opinionated. &lt;strike&gt;Does not care of what others think.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Emotional.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Decisive.&lt;/strike&gt; Strong clairvoyance. &lt;strike&gt;Loves to travel, the arts and literature.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Touchy and easily jealous.&lt;/strong&gt; Concerned. &lt;strong&gt;Loves outdoors.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Just and fair.&lt;/strike&gt; Spendthrift. &lt;strong&gt;Easily influenced.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Easily loses confidence.&lt;/strong&gt; Loves children.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-1835376083968406728?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1835376083968406728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=1835376083968406728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1835376083968406728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1835376083968406728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/took-from-simhwee-pick-your-birth-month.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-1790390423609540283</id><published>2008-06-27T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:24:50.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Ice Cream Personality:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theicecreampersonalitytest/icecream.png" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You like to think of yourself as a fairly modest person. And it's true that you don't talk yourself up... but you're also pretty happy with who you are.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have a wild reputation, but you're not as wild as you seem. You take risks, but only measured risks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a very open minded, liberal, and flexible person. You love many things. You tend to have tastes that range from down home to cosmopolitan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You tend to have a one track mind. You prefer not to multitask.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are fun loving and sweet. You tend to enjoy joking around and teasing people. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theicecreampersonalitytest/"&gt;The Ice Cream Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;IT'S CONTRASTING -.-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-1790390423609540283?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1790390423609540283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=1790390423609540283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1790390423609540283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1790390423609540283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/your-ice-cream-personality-you-like-to.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-8707106565786137665</id><published>2008-06-27T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:23:00.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the House Test Says About You&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thehousetest/house.png" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You have a high opinion of yourself. You think that you are quite important in the scheme of things... definitely more important than most people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You can't stand community oriented people and annoying "buy local" campaigns. You prefer to live the best life possible, and that doesn't really involve many other people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a playful, charming, and seductive person. People feel instantly close to you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You take good care of your physical appearance. You dress well, stay in shape, and do your best to look great.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are moved by romance and love. You are optimistic about people, and you love hearing about happy endings. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thehousetest/"&gt;The House Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;This is interesting. High opinion of myself? Yeah right -.-&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-8707106565786137665?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/8707106565786137665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=8707106565786137665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8707106565786137665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8707106565786137665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-house-test-says-about-you-you-have.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-5864112458928749427</id><published>2008-06-27T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:19:34.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Freak freak freak freak freak. I don't like this. If this feeling goes on I will become a emo freak and a full fledged loner. Okay now I am almost a full fledged loner, it just need a bit more loner-ishness to make me one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well maybe loner-ing myself is a good thing for then people will not know me for who I am. Yes, I put up a front in front of people I know that. And I believe that's what that is causing everything to happen. Oh no oh no I am sad. D:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well I'm beginning to see people in a different light now which is not very good. Yes the negative kind of light. Like UV rays. I shall get a secret blog to emo. Muahaha yes I shall. Or I should just emo here since there's nobody reading anyway.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;D:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Slept for two hours while reading R&amp;amp;J halfway -.- I read very very slowly oh dear. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway. Malay was stupid today because my name somehow cannot be pronounced and now I'm called Latifah -.- Wow. I told my mother that and she said it was a very nice name -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lit circle group is very nice I like the people in my group. Yay. Ahaha. I shall go emo in the corner of my bed for the next few hours now find me in school turning into an antisocial freak :D GEP Anniversary tomorrow I wonder how it will go. More antisocialness maybe. Ahaha that sounds really fun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-5864112458928749427?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/5864112458928749427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=5864112458928749427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5864112458928749427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5864112458928749427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/freak-freak-freak-freak-freak.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-3055670190937490521</id><published>2008-06-26T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:22:08.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in fate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;YO was quite amusing today. EYECANDY!!! OMGOMG. HAHA :D :D :D Was wearing matching outfits with some person 0.0 hahahaha. Quite cool. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Phantom of the Opera! I listened to it randomly and now it's very nice. :D :D I want the cd for my birthday (HINT) Haha it's abit too far from my birthday now -.- so I bet nobody will get for me D: And it's hard to get. SIGH. -sighs a disappointed sigh- HAHA I'm damn lame today can! And damn weird too I type weirdly today -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Legally blonde is nice too omg I have weird taste. But. omigod. HAHA -.- How interesting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Done my chinese weird chuang zuo thing yay. Must start mugging soon or I will DIE. D: bye&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-3055670190937490521?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/3055670190937490521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=3055670190937490521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3055670190937490521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3055670190937490521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-believe-in-fate.html' title='I believe in fate.'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-5412350329575956240</id><published>2008-06-26T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:50:31.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;RAHRAHRAHRAHRAHRAH. Oh nos. HAHA. Why do people put an "s" at the end of it o.o it sounds rather -.- Today I am independent I came home from school myself and am going to YO myself too! :D Yay it's quite fun sometimes. I like Andrew Lloyd Webber songs he's damn cool and damn good because Phantom of the Opera is by him. :D So is Memory and Joseph and His Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat. Damn nice can.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Got very annoyed today D: Don't know the exact reason though. Oh gosh I am turning weird. Not emo though that's a rather good thing. Or maybe I emo in my head 0.0 Nvm that doesn't matter because then nobody will know if I emo heehee. Lol -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today was dance I became damn uber unflex I don't like! D: D: D: Omg and grew fatter so I don't like my shorts -.- Okay nevermind. Going YO soon going to pack my bag hahahah -.- Bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-5412350329575956240?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/5412350329575956240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=5412350329575956240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5412350329575956240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5412350329575956240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/rahrahrahrahrahrah.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-3467981384025949299</id><published>2008-06-25T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:10:40.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Close every door to me keep those I love from me&lt;br&gt;Children of Israel are never alone&lt;br&gt;For we know we shall find our own peace of mind&lt;br&gt;For we have been promised a land of our own&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Heehee. Wednesday today. Thursday tomorrow. Then Friday. I'm not speaking sense because I am stating the obvious. Looking forward to tomorrow because there's YO, then to Saturday because there's GE Anniversary! And YO. Then Youth Day Funfair because there's no school and I get to waste money and Physics blocks will be over by then. Then Italy trip because it's a mugging spree. Yay. Then blocks where I die a horrible death. YAY. Not. &lt;p&gt;I turned weirder after I came back from NY -.-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-3467981384025949299?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/3467981384025949299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=3467981384025949299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3467981384025949299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3467981384025949299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/close-every-door-to-me-keep-those-i.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-4890532466074836097</id><published>2008-06-24T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:35:54.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Radley. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay I haven't been here for a while. Well actually I WAS here but technically not here because I only posted pictures. Hmm. School started! Haha not that bad, quite exciting. Okay frankly speaking it was boring but then life is boring isn't it. (Guess what I did today: I played my phone game during Physics and Maths. I DID pay attention okay... It's called MULTITASKING :D ) I only enjoyed TWO days of the holidays okay. Actually one and a half because I spent half of the last day chionging homework. That's if you don't count NY trip lah. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Didn't change seat today. D: I hate my seat with a passion because it's right in a corner and encourages me to do anything possible under my desk -.- And ON my desk to considering that I was playing with my phone on my table today -.- Ask Carissa she is horrified with how terrible I am -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And no measuring of weight and height tomorrow! D: D: D: Made me so excited for nothing -.- Okay not excited. Worried. Not exactly worried either. But measuring is fun, I like that machine -.- Okay that is very childish of me. Blah blah blah.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My mum bought a weird thing for me to wear today.&amp;nbsp; It's called a shirt. HAHA -.- Okay it's not really a shirt it's sort of a dress thingy but IT'S FRILLY OMG -.- Yes I was trying it out with my shorts and tights just now. Tights make people's thighs look fat D: And she bought belts too they're cool. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today during CCT there was this Racial Harmony briefing/voting/informing thing during Youth Day. Heehee. I think Celine should be the model because I have confidence in my ex. HAHA. Or Carissa because she has potential in dressing like other races. Or Tessa or Audrey or Amanda because they have damn good figures. Heehee. I wonder why "figure" is called "figure". I sound damn childish now. Haha I suddenly remembered this poem:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;A millionbillionwillion miles from home&lt;br&gt;Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?)&lt;br&gt;Why are they all so big, other children?&lt;br&gt;So noisy? So much at home they&lt;br&gt;Must have been born in uniform&lt;br&gt;Lived all their lives in playgrounds&lt;br&gt;Spent the years inventing games&lt;br&gt;That don't let me in. Games&lt;br&gt;That are rough, that swallow you up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the railings.&lt;br&gt;All around, the railings.&lt;br&gt;Are they to keep out wolves and monsters?&lt;br&gt;Things that carry off and eat children?&lt;br&gt;Things you don't take sweets from?&lt;br&gt;Perhaps they're to stop us getting out&lt;br&gt;Running away from the lessins. Lessin.&lt;br&gt;What does a lessin look like?&lt;br&gt;Sounds small and slimy.&lt;br&gt;They keep them in the glassrooms.&lt;br&gt;Whole rooms made out of glass. Imagine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wish I could remember my name&lt;br&gt;Mummy said it would come in useful.&lt;br&gt;Like wellies. When there's puddles.&lt;br&gt;Lellowwellies. I wish she was here.&lt;br&gt;I think my name is sewn on somewhere&lt;br&gt;Perhaps the teacher will read it for me.&lt;br&gt;Tea-cher. The one who makes the tea. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Day at School &lt;/strong&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;Roger McGough&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;OMG damn cute right! I think I'm turning nerdy but then I AM supposed to be nerdy and nerdy is good. Like a... Muggertoad. Ahaha. Okay off to do SMP heh. Bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-4890532466074836097?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/4890532466074836097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=4890532466074836097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/4890532466074836097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/4890532466074836097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/boo.html' title='Boo.'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-2752424039211813063</id><published>2008-06-22T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:00:10.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SF3cLBAHO4I/AAAAAAAAASs/CfPW-FkyWSg/s1600-h/DSC07398%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC07398" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SF3cL7CLY6I/AAAAAAAAASw/l54hBT0IZX0/DSC07398_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Stone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SF3cM1SR_cI/AAAAAAAAAS0/mDHAwWZCbwY/s1600-h/nycarnegie08063%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="nycarnegie08063" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SF3cNupTXTI/AAAAAAAAAS4/4eyPuL1DM1g/nycarnegie08063_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;Audwee and I.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SF3cOQjHN_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/J52IgZKxQM0/s1600-h/nycarnegie08075%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="nycarnegie08075" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SF3cPNW-vvI/AAAAAAAAATA/yGbFdO3vLt8/nycarnegie08075_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Audwee and I #2.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SF3cQIWezGI/AAAAAAAAATE/BMFICY7ciy4/s1600-h/nycarnegie08088%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="nycarnegie08088" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SF3cQ4YBIRI/AAAAAAAAATI/rR_q1Q2g7Kw/nycarnegie08088_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Group 9! Yay. Kailin has a funny pose 0.0&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SF3cSFk07cI/AAAAAAAAATM/iBh0Xm_zaH0/s1600-h/nycarnegie08127%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="nycarnegie08127" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SF3cS_ZJWfI/AAAAAAAAATQ/sxMoleM7uX8/nycarnegie08127_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;What was I doing. 0.0&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SF3cUJKKFpI/AAAAAAAAATU/Jv3FGhMflg0/s1600-h/nycarnegie08128%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="nycarnegie08128" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SF3cUxYvYUI/AAAAAAAAATY/UIlbVkJ5Ptg/nycarnegie08128_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Quite stone huh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SF3cV2DnaRI/AAAAAAAAATc/eIG_bZkXFwA/s1600-h/nycarnegie08132%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="nycarnegie08132" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SF3cWRShn0I/AAAAAAAAATg/vhAUyEcOtOY/nycarnegie08132_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Group! At Grand Central Station :D &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-2752424039211813063?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/2752424039211813063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=2752424039211813063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/2752424039211813063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/2752424039211813063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-d.html' title='More!! :D'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SF3cL7CLY6I/AAAAAAAAASw/l54hBT0IZX0/s72-c/DSC07398_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-7231125742552815791</id><published>2008-06-21T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:46:43.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm freaking dead I haven't finished homework -.- OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG. I realised I was rather dao to Esther in her sms whoops. Was having YO! D: sorry!! D:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There's still history paper, LA essay -.-, art, CHINESE BOOK REVIEWS and others which I don't plan to do -.- omg.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm looking forward to Italy so I can run away from school and lose weight again -.- Oh I gained back my weight. Damn fast right -.-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-7231125742552815791?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/7231125742552815791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=7231125742552815791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7231125742552815791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7231125742552815791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-686295479728529184</id><published>2008-06-21T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T11:50:43.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even more photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFx3K0yiUVI/AAAAAAAAARo/EOqDN4WTwoM/s1600-h/CarnegieTrip13-19june08003%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="CarnegieTrip13-19june08003" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFx3L2TSbRI/AAAAAAAAARs/qQ837vI1vso/CarnegieTrip13-19june08003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Violin Twos! Hahahah there's no Ysabel ): I look like some weird person looking somewhere else -.- okay nevermind.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I lost weight after the trip :D :D :D :D Yay. Must be the after effects of Marie saying that I'm fat D: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFx6YIt19EI/AAAAAAAAARw/iZSqK7Qahqg/s1600-h/DSC01805%5B2%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC01805[2]" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFx6Y-UrkNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/82syXy9bRrg/DSC01805%5B2%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;A somewhat nicer version of the metro picture. Mr. Sze's group.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFx6aHZMZYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/vNlDRkQhrLA/s1600-h/DSC01693%5B2%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC01693[2]" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFx6a-3G9gI/AAAAAAAAAR8/YA9DCXFyhMo/DSC01693%5B2%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eugenia and I at the airport 0.0&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFx6cIHsVsI/AAAAAAAAASA/3oUkc84tJYs/s1600-h/DSC01720%5B2%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC01720[2]" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFx6c7IhzkI/AAAAAAAAASE/qsuk1tMsmb0/DSC01720%5B2%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;This says "Look I have a weird smile on my face!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFx6dwfeEPI/AAAAAAAAASM/0LZ8XMf3T-0/s1600-h/DSC01975%5B2%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC01975[2]" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFx6enADngI/AAAAAAAAASQ/xFoGz-jOIwg/DSC01975%5B2%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Part of Violin Twos at Statue of Liberty. I told you JingTing should always stand at the back or she will block people. Like Marie.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFx6fm149xI/AAAAAAAAASU/fnQdJUQzpYI/s1600-h/DSC02095%5B2%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="DSC02095[2]" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFx6gcqsvXI/AAAAAAAAASY/LxAtUK82ddg/DSC02095%5B2%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;This looks weird. Or I look weird in this. Haha. Dumdum!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFx6hyI58nI/AAAAAAAAASc/7NxIxVhOFrk/s1600-h/DSC01712%5B2%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC01712[2]" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFx6ilEI6eI/AAAAAAAAASg/5ynDMeqiT5M/DSC01712%5B2%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;The pictures are not in order. I give a weird smile again! Full pic of violin twos :D JingTing tries to pose as a mermaid -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFx6jzG5ovI/AAAAAAAAASk/xW__W6IWuTM/s1600-h/DSC01877%5B2%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC01877[2]" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFx6ksfyeQI/AAAAAAAAASo/7no7Bgemtxg/DSC01877%5B2%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Group 9! Yay. Marie act cute! T.T &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-686295479728529184?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/686295479728529184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=686295479728529184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/686295479728529184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/686295479728529184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/even-more-photos.html' title='Even more photos'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFx3L2TSbRI/AAAAAAAAARs/qQ837vI1vso/s72-c/CarnegieTrip13-19june08003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-5931857842351220868</id><published>2008-06-20T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:44:18.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFumECNLwII/AAAAAAAAARQ/0UwlUPUykRE/s1600-h/DSC00267%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="DSC00267" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFumE3BN28I/AAAAAAAAARU/mwpgURI6Kf0/DSC00267_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="139" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFumF1lnIVI/AAAAAAAAARY/36huMCX1QnI/s1600-h/DSC00376%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="DSC00376" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFumGgw6JII/AAAAAAAAARc/tsIVkHcmFJo/DSC00376_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="139" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFumF1lnIVI/AAAAAAAAARY/36huMCX1QnI/s1600-h/DSC00376%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFumH0_20RI/AAAAAAAAARg/cuVGiB4nqpM/s1600-h/DSC00334%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="139" alt="DSC00334" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFumIvJLyoI/AAAAAAAAARk/QtXstDTBwkE/DSC00334_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0502" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugSWOQhMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Jv3g_Cq_AGM/SANY0502_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;My food on the plane to Bangkok. Chicken! The rice is supposed to be for wiping the gravy off so that you wont spill it on your shirt. Of course it is (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugVYBlxmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/2IPBw0cFqBc/s1600-h/SANY0504%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0504" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugWEF-PUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9o1A4QAzMCs/SANY0504_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;Blurred picture of me. Thank goodness it's blur -.- Thank you lousy camera :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugXVpTEbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hNflhmK1FQ8/s1600-h/SANY0506%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0506" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugYOzJk0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-Z7A1doJEsg/SANY0506_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Look my camera doesn't like my face it only likes ginseng-like butter in a plastic container.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugZUkn6FI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QQa5wcfH6Bg/s1600-h/SANY0508%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0508" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugaRvKMSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0yjsLzsOo30/SANY0508_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;Look my food is finished! NOT -.- Okay enough of the food pics they don't look very appetizing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugb5Ulh-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/MDUExXiSErk/s1600-h/Image002%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image002" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugc4d6XqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/TJj6XPy8k6c/Image002_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;My shoe and elissa's. Look I have big feet! 0.0&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugd6mjgqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PBzT0_w_r1E/s1600-h/P1000409%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="P1000409" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuge4yjlFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9m-2StaB7uY/P1000409_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Section photo at the airport. I look stone yuck D:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Start of first day:&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuggxVWM_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/vVSfL30eQWg/s1600-h/Image003%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image003" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFughxNijPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RFht_YjZDVk/Image003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;Was lonely so I took random pictures of things around me. My phone camera not bad leh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugi97aKLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/N_U4H7Fl4EM/s1600-h/Image008%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image008" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugj7PipwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bZM_JMwTNV4/Image008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Still as lonely as the weird thing there. Haha it's cute.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuglO32cuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rn-9YM02sjY/s1600-h/Image009%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image009" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugl6FmhCI/AAAAAAAAALA/G5SdKFSqhNA/Image009_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;Pretty shoes. Yay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugnfVAU-I/AAAAAAAAALE/gMvW6XCp7-U/s1600-h/Image012%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image012" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugoxgKDaI/AAAAAAAAALI/fQLmi7samw4/Image012_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Subway! Look Kailin is cute. Haha :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugqJIZXZI/AAAAAAAAALM/AWfuusOHIYw/s1600-h/Image013%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image013" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugsMNpzdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4nkDdEMrluY/Image013_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Scary man. Got scolded by Sze for flaunting our cameras after that 0.0&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugtSrvBJI/AAAAAAAAALU/XCS9BYK3Bbo/s1600-h/Image014%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image014" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuguRmfX-I/AAAAAAAAALY/DrnA7dISoFM/Image014_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Walked around Chinatown, this is cool. Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugv0PdfDI/AAAAAAAAALc/h5fuwSF5bzY/s1600-h/Image016%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image016" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugxUR9ALI/AAAAAAAAALg/fHBWivtTTcE/Image016_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Walking up Brooklyn bridge, thats sze and melissa.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugytJzmWI/AAAAAAAAALk/L0b11k4aQmE/s1600-h/Image017%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image017" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugzjPYyUI/AAAAAAAAALo/zhLtOQX_7ts/Image017_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFug01hmGpI/AAAAAAAAALs/vpmCiDcK5aI/s1600-h/Image023%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image023" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFug180taFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/92FB_WEQ-yg/Image023_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFug3HRmnpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vRWJMK4b7G0/s1600-h/Image024%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image024" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFug4H-r86I/AAAAAAAAAL8/_eP29Hw5XmQ/Image024_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFug58hxJhI/AAAAAAAAAMA/o5W0D49UCM4/s1600-h/Image029%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image029" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFug6sXpFxI/AAAAAAAAAME/nfiAQD3cLks/Image029_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;NYSE - New York Stock Exchange&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFug7Rq-cZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xAFgsOMw99E/s1600-h/P1000438%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="P1000438" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFug8YGbKjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/APh0jY-Hb2o/P1000438_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFug9WKuC6I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LqrEG9Xo5CU/s1600-h/Image033%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image033" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFug-evPibI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bPU_lpuyeg0/Image033_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cruise to Ellis Island.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFug_rWn83I/AAAAAAAAAMY/O2Fw0X-pK-4/s1600-h/Image034%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image034" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhAc0C6CI/AAAAAAAAAMc/FZMShwG0VoE/Image034_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhB6m5TlI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XveHPR2HdOw/s1600-h/Image037%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image037" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhCxc3ZsI/AAAAAAAAAMk/bgYiKgw9sVU/Image037_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAHA.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhEdsqO2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/RJgZnmbmc1Y/s1600-h/Image042%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image042" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhFOZYszI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WN2GTR4rKm0/Image042_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Liberty from close.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhGBuyBoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/J057OTBNvr4/s1600-h/Image046%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image046" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhHNvYnvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AdwP4IYG2QI/Image046_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Liberty from far.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhIC-1HeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7SwW5y80_AQ/s1600-h/Image049%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image049" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhJetG9oI/AAAAAAAAAM8/K4LSB-h58dQ/Image049_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ellis Island. Eugenia Huilin and I rotted at the gift shop. But there wasn't anything there so.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhKyAEybI/AAAAAAAAANA/177gr2k-6eM/s1600-h/Image050%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image050" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhL4TqRUI/AAAAAAAAANE/jR-1T9hViYI/Image050_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;M&amp;amp;Ms!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhNzT6ZoI/AAAAAAAAANI/izDQtHZSWX8/s1600-h/Image051%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image051" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhO8ssfiI/AAAAAAAAANM/-sKNWC58p7Q/Image051_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhQLwmtuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/e9xvw23P2FI/s1600-h/Image056%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image056" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhRs7WpeI/AAAAAAAAANU/l5-11O8jPWA/Image056_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhS_RhYiI/AAAAAAAAANY/VLamo9w8rhE/s1600-h/Image057%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image057" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhTx9TAlI/AAAAAAAAANc/T2JFD6DJEuU/Image057_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now random pictures of museums etc:&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhV7j7ggI/AAAAAAAAANg/Sap0p7qN5N4/s1600-h/Image060%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Image060" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhXLvpFZI/AAAAAAAAANk/TfVF-x-JtEo/Image060_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhYVKOrNI/AAAAAAAAANo/ESlLWEB1Ekw/s1600-h/SANY0540%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0540" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhZF8pm6I/AAAAAAAAANs/oq3cMxrdQGI/SANY0540_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;That's me. No flash whoops. Supposed to be a gorilla though.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhaNLoXII/AAAAAAAAANw/Qi7UkNPuptE/s1600-h/SANY0542%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0542" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuhbFSJC7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/6bi7t53BMck/SANY0542_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;My best friend. Got beheaded D:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuh0skvr8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/kormCtvuAlU/s1600-h/SANY0543%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0543" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuh1TtlWtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NziyZrAhbqQ/SANY0543_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuh2pzA1DI/AAAAAAAAAOA/C0BVU8RAQvA/s1600-h/SANY0548%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="SANY0548" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuh3SYGapI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3dsN66y1sFo/SANY0548_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuh46HwlDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Xmy81cp0oho/s1600-h/SANY0549%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0549" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuh5oLi-9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/9Da0z0YgOuo/SANY0549_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;Come'on guys! Show your butts!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuh6rVnf_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7OkY1-FnuuQ/s1600-h/SANY0560%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0560" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuh7SrVErI/AAAAAAAAAOU/UN7Gay4z7Ac/SANY0560_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;I've a pretty headgear.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuh8SsWibI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GCR94SvEUv4/s1600-h/SANY0564%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0564" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuh9ZGi0nI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_Z0PhyBpMKY/SANY0564_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;I'm a...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiB2wn6vI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vN-E7Xf8SmY/s1600-h/SANY0563%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0563" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiDhxiRDI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-F4vtgJLUN4/SANY0563_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;MAMMUT! Yay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiEjo9KlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/usGOKlW01mk/s1600-h/SANY0567%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0567" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiFg4lsNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/hViWkvWiviM/SANY0567_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Would you like a pretty shark kiss.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiG8D238I/AAAAAAAAAOw/FqIvxZ3N1-s/s1600-h/SANY0575%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0575" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiIrSkdAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Zricti-A3S4/SANY0575_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;It says on the sign "Do we know whether Allosaurus ate Apatosaurus?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiJ65DSYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/VzykDN9RXwE/s1600-h/SANY0576%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0576" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiKoLxfdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/59hDfWzeiF4/SANY0576_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;"Of course he did. Yay lets take a picture with this hero here (:"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiLodWJXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/kkYmwbR_7Yg/s1600-h/SANY0582%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="SANY0582" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiMVyI5mI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8mfdApfkVww/SANY0582_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Me and T-rex :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiN_RAj0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/JJjczUqQszk/s1600-h/SANY0586%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0586" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiOiVOAeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/kMaba0AmpRI/SANY0586_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;That's theodore the chipmunk (: Haha -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiPhU7EdI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/IHYy-hgjR08/s1600-h/SANY0591%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="SANY0591" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiQuSTNXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/755gZWbtB0k/SANY0591_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br&gt;Dum dum wants gum gum :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiRvUH8hI/AAAAAAAAAPY/FjVko8ZFjlQ/s1600-h/SANY0590%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0590" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiSSFmNVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CDUVrm4M5zo/SANY0590_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;Okay this is not an exhibit. I didn't know dogs were allowed in the museum 0.0 Cute ones at such.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiTg9UJoI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-O0MEzCVJQk/s1600-h/SANY0592%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0592" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiURfYL9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/jTsVX179vJ4/SANY0592_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;The village of the small people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiVguJF6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/fbNzug-XbJI/s1600-h/SANY0593%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0593" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiWfqK5NI/AAAAAAAAAPs/9rZW9QsQT3A/SANY0593_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Pizza!!! Okay kidding I didn't bother to read what it was.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiY-QyGUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/XsEUlDRSLoY/s1600-h/SANY0610%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0610" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiZsT-roI/AAAAAAAAAP0/69MUxyldy64/SANY0610_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Our group! We sat on the floor to stone. Got scolded for that -.- Anw I look like some weird poot in this picture -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiaZbSZMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IwLZYzszw8E/s1600-h/SANY0614%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="SANY0614" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuibUElwpI/AAAAAAAAAP8/6S6GHiEj9U4/SANY0614_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;I stone. And I tell you, my camera hates me with a passion -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuicSImElI/AAAAAAAAAQA/3CDlo7udI_8/s1600-h/SANY0636%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0636" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuidUwMD2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/MfFamHd35rI/SANY0636_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;SEE it does!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuieb5aqdI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ArtJWP4J1XM/s1600-h/SANY0632%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0632" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuifCBFhNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/FxDSWutNNwk/SANY0632_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;It still does -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiggqhhEI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/13Nm8PA6pno/s1600-h/SANY0637%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0637" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuihcrQvYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/FH0YwZu1KYA/SANY0637_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;HOT GUY! &amp;lt;3 HAHAHAHA -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuii29Ci_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/gUU6bHERbRA/s1600-h/SANY0639%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0639" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuij1ADrgI/AAAAAAAAAQc/EtETmI1vIfA/SANY0639_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;The reflective glass. Apparently everybody gets their reflection in this.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuileQ-6qI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Oop-eJZLfdk/s1600-h/SANY0644%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0644" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuimd_E8HI/AAAAAAAAAQk/S_Dog1ijRpU/SANY0644_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;The evolution of horns. Haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuinViPs-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/6862OCI6qBQ/s1600-h/SANY0651%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0651" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuioBd6YYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/H6WWJkUqwLM/SANY0651_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Violas! Yay. With many many strings.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuipf94aQI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Z67Ncf40qKk/s1600-h/SANY0660%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0660" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiqd_ZWQI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/GnJdx1rzuuo/SANY0660_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;My knight in shining armor. Sadly he can't move.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuirdGVw2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/MSIu6HHM_1U/s1600-h/SANY0662%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="SANY0662" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiseW6koI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/CSGql6RhrEk/SANY0662_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;This is OUR HOTEL ROOM. I'm kidding if you didn't know o.o&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuitkU4ubI/AAAAAAAAARA/pnLD5h55YLQ/s1600-h/SANY0668%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0668" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiueEXTSI/AAAAAAAAARE/-b1oX_rTRPY/SANY0668_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Hot guy No. 2&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiv29CJGI/AAAAAAAAARI/M1AqyTjyAFE/s1600-h/SANY0672%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="SANY0672" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFuiw7-ulQI/AAAAAAAAARM/f2GJ8VnKlSI/SANY0672_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yay no more. This is a long long long post -.- Wow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-4184945420492562509?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/4184945420492562509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=4184945420492562509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/4184945420492562509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/4184945420492562509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SFugSWOQhMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Jv3g_Cq_AGM/s72-c/SANY0502_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-1894225927905304139</id><published>2008-06-20T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:48:21.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnegie!!!! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yay I am back I bet nobody missed me D: hahahahaha nevermind at least my keyboard does because it is giving me electric shocks now for no apparent reason. Blame my laptop if I die halfway typing this post 0.0&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Omg. Hi Singapore I love you loads. I have so much to type and I don't know where to start.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay firstly, I missed YO CAMP D: okay grace made it sounds so damn fun on her blog luh. D: D: D: D: D: and Esther you know my eyecandy? 0.0&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-frantically looking for some point to start-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hmm. Plane flight was quite... Horrible. I can't stand planes. Okay, on the trip there I watched FOUR movies (: Horton, Alvin and the Chipmunks, Enchanted and Spiderwick. I have childish preferences for movies :D Horton was okay, quite boring though, but I like the producer so I watched it. Alvin and the Chipmunk was damn cute! :D I like Theodore he is fat and cute and chubby and cute and small and blah. Heehee. Alvin is nice too he is smart. Simon is nice too he is nerdy. Intellectual people are attractive. HAHA -.- Enchanted was quite 0.0 but quite cool too haha. I think Spiderwick was damn good luh but quite scary sometimes. Heh, or maybe I get scared by many little things. Heehee.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The rest of the trip was quite 0.0 because our itinerary was packed with idontknowhowmany sightseeing trips and blah. And there were barely ANY time for shopping D: I bought a HAT. Cap. Whatever you call it. Kailin has the white version :D yay and I'm not regretting that I bought it :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bought other stuff for myself and class and special people and dad and family. Forgot to buy for my uncle and only remembered on the plane back to Singapore D: So I have to give him the celebrations chocs. Heh. Shh. What else, I&amp;lt;3 NY jacket and shirts. I GOT CHEATED D: smelly smelly smelly. -pouts with my not-at-all-cute-face - Forgot to buy alot of stuff for people because I was SUPPOSED to buy stuff from Hersheys and in the end we didn't get to go in -.- &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ahahaha loved the trips to the museum and gossips AHAHA. Yay group members it was fun and I didn't feel left out for once (: I miss going out for breakfast. Heh. And slacking around on benches together. Yay because I am the flabbiest in the group and the slackest and the laziest :D Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shall recall the rest of the stuff when I finish uploading hundreds of photos. Dang it's taking alot of time &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Will be back later don't worry, my dearest imaginary blog readers :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-1894225927905304139?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1894225927905304139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=1894225927905304139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1894225927905304139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1894225927905304139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/carnegie.html' title='Carnegie!!!! (:'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-7162861847787929646</id><published>2008-06-13T12:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:47:58.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCA'/><title type='text'>Friday 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yay. Friday the 13th is always good. Anyway, firstly:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDA LAM NIAN MIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Haha I remembered! Aren't you honoured. You should be :D Haha stay skinny and scandalous (look alliteration) and amusing as well! :D :D Haha I shall use my psychic powers to make you read this :D Anyway wait for your present! I'm going to get you something in New York if I can find any (: You're fourteen. HAH.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Flying today (: heehee I hope everything will be fine. Hope. Hope hope hope hope hope. Aiyah I shouldn't worry too much or it will kill my (er) precious brain cells. :/ Jiayou people, we can do it (: Haha that sounds weird, I'm not the enthu kind of person. Anyway, JIAYOU to my dearest section! :D Keep together, don't rush, remember your notes, play in tune, MOVE and be expressive (: I have faith in you guys that you will do your best yay. We shall not succumb to the evil monster. Haha -.- Okay random -.- and we shall try to be more enthu (I hope), but it's quite impossible to be enthu with such a person like me in it. D: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Slept at 2am yesterday because my mum scolded me for staying up too late -.- Was talking to Esther on the phone for a long long long&amp;nbsp; time :D until 12. Yay. And before that was YO camp, sectionals was fun but scary because Mr Lim conducted it :/ Haha. I want to go YO camp ): Damn sad luh I cannot go. Grace and Jieying I bet you are missing me D: Miss you guys too D: And apparently the second day is damn slack and I'm missing the games. Okay I actually only want the bridge part but nvm -.- played abit of bridge yesterday :D with grace jieying fangying jinjun theodore gwyn. Separate games of course. Haha I won quite alot :D Yay more bridge in carnegie and mugging on the plane too :D I haven't finished my homework omg -.- especially art -.- lynn have you started?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am freaked out by something that is really freaky. Haha but now it's not that freaky. Uh 0.0 okay I'm not really making sense -.- But it's freaky. And omg I have a new eyecandy :D Okay I didn't have a old one so technically its not new. But omg omg omg omg. Heh :D I think I'm turning les if anybody knows what I am talking about (: I don't have bad taste D: do I?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nothing much to post about already, I shall spend my last few hours in Singapore to blogsurf and bathe and eat lunch. Haha -.- Bye peeps, miss me :D &lt;/p&gt; &lt;h6&gt;Hiatus: 13th-19th June :D&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-7162861847787929646?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/7162861847787929646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=7162861847787929646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7162861847787929646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7162861847787929646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-13th.html' title='Friday 13th'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-3604427230246859304</id><published>2008-06-11T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:22:34.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Heehee today is a happy day. Not VERY happy but quite happy. Had section lunch but half of the section was gone so. Technically not section lunch haha. Had a great time with Ysabel heehee. Omg I sound rather retarded -.- JingTings are never retarded. Or maybe they are but they just never realise. Nevermind it's good to not realise your faults you can live happily with it. But maybe others won't live happily with you. Sigh D:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Haha anyway. Viola lesson after NYSE, was my first lesson after 5 weeks of break -.- Because JingTings are busy and busy and even more busy. Lesson was fun (: I sucked as usual heh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have lots of people to thank today (: to you for staying by my side for who I am. I hope. Thank you for being such a great friend though we are not really close. And to you too for making my day. Thank you (: I appreciate that, if you meant it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Leaving on Friday, miss me my dear imaginary blog readers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-3604427230246859304?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/3604427230246859304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=3604427230246859304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3604427230246859304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3604427230246859304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_11.html' title='(:'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-7661885241213721726</id><published>2008-06-10T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:56:37.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If you are reading this by any chance, I dreamt about us being as close as before. Yes, I DID dream (for once), and dreams are supposed to come true if one makes an effort do do so. Sorry I can't seem to take the initiative, if you care anymore.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-7661885241213721726?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/7661885241213721726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=7661885241213721726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7661885241213721726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7661885241213721726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-you-are-reading-this-by-any-chance-i.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-3556746504085562295</id><published>2008-06-08T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:13:37.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCA'/><title type='text'>Sunday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's a Sunday!!! :D I didn't use to like Sundays but since nowadays its the only days I am free so I like it. Except for the morning part D: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway today after church I went Bishan to eat some weird ramen thing and xiao long bao :D with my mum. Then went to library to borrow chinese books for chinese SIA D: and return my books (which were due on 4th May D: D: D:) Goodness I am broke. Or going to be, because I didn't bring my EZlink card to pay and I didn't want to lose face at the librarian's place -.- And and and, just as I was needing somebody to help me choose books (because as you can see I rarely go to the library) I saw ESTHER!!! :D :D :D :D Esther we are so fated (: Haha. Then borrowed three books with short stories (heh I cheat) and left the library. To buy stuff (coughs). Haha Esther said my shorts were short. Yes it is rather short &amp;gt;&amp;lt; and reveals quite alot of my fats ): But shorts are nice (: So nvm. But Esther, we are very fated. HAHAHA :D yay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At home I was trying out my strings gown in case I got any fatter since the day I last wore it&amp;nbsp; :/ Yes I got fatter but the gown was made a bit bigger so I can still fit (: Oh gosh I am rather fat. Either that or last year I was anorexic -.- But I wasn't! Which means I am fat. SIGH. Haha today my blogging style is quite weird -.- must be the lack of blogging for so many days. Heehee today I sound happy. That's good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;FIVE more days to Carnegie! Isn't it exciting? I haven't packed anything yet and now my luggage has only my court shoes in it, and it's already one quarter full -.- I wonder how I am going to fit my things in, or I should bring a bigger luggage. Haha. Kind of worried for Carnegie though :/ about many things. Many many many things. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shall stop here now, probably blog again later or something. Heehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-3556746504085562295?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/3556746504085562295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=3556746504085562295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3556746504085562295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3556746504085562295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday.html' title='Sunday!!'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-7295716878716819287</id><published>2008-06-07T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T19:09:56.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just came back from YO, okay not really JUST but Grace's dad was being really nice to fetch me home (: if not I would be still stuck somewhere outside my house. Okay maybe not at this hour -.- Haha her dad is very nice, and the first thing Grace said to her dad was &lt;br&gt;"Today the guy was very cute!" (Yeah he IS really very cute but that's not the point HAHA. A little bit pimply though but not important.) I will NEVER EVER say that to my dad, and not my mum either -.- How amusing. Haha. I want to be close to my parents too. So fun ):&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway I was YouTube surfing and my brother came up to show me some weird videos. Haha. Very amusing, this is about Pachelbell's Canon in D. Enjoy. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:d45d1187-2673-4bef-8902-dd0c7cea17c2" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdxkVQy7QLM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdxkVQy7QLM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-7295716878716819287?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/7295716878716819287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=7295716878716819287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7295716878716819287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7295716878716819287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='[:'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-602336087409147472</id><published>2008-06-06T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:17:50.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz (continued)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;021. Who gives you best advice? &lt;br&gt;Mum? She gives me the best advice IF I ask her for advice. If not I guess my friends? Haha. &lt;br&gt;022. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can? &lt;br&gt;I used to!! Then I realised I got fat D:&lt;br&gt;023. Who did you talk on the phone with last night? &lt;br&gt;Nobody! Last night I was busy. Was I?&amp;nbsp; Oh YO. Yes nobody called me. And I rarely call -.-&lt;br&gt;024. Is anything bugging you right now? &lt;br&gt;Yes. Loads. About CCA, about SMP, about homework -.-, about mugging. Blah blah blah.&lt;br&gt;025. What/Who was the last thing/person to make you laugh? &lt;br&gt;Last thing? Was something in SMP. Last person? Was either Joyan or TzeHui. Or at least, Mr Chin -.-&lt;br&gt;026. Do you wear toe socks? &lt;br&gt;Nope I will look like a mini version of Mr Nick Ng. HAHA.&lt;br&gt;027. Who was the last person you missed a call from? &lt;br&gt;Searches for my phone. I think it's my brother, to ask if the printer had anymore ink -.-&lt;br&gt;028. Have you ever had your heart broken? &lt;br&gt;Haha, I suppose so? I glued my heart back so it's rather fragile now. HAHA.&lt;br&gt;029. What annoys you most in a person? &lt;br&gt;Uh, I don't know. Annoying-ness. Which branches out to many different types. Okay I don't make sense. But I get annoyed at many things even if they are not annoying.&lt;br&gt;030. Do you have a crush on anyone? &lt;br&gt;Currently? Nope. &lt;br&gt;031. Have you ever done cocaine? &lt;br&gt;Haha no.&lt;br&gt;032. What is the colour of your room? &lt;br&gt;It's blue. Or maybe white. Or pink. Shit I don't know -.- Oh man -.- HAHA kidding its light yellow.&lt;br&gt;033. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollars? &lt;br&gt;I might not. But if I'm that needy I will risk it. Haha but once I get into jail I believe there's no billion dollars for me.&lt;br&gt;034. Do you believed in the saying "talk in cheap"? &lt;br&gt;I don't know what that is -.-&lt;br&gt;035. Who was the last person to lay in your bed? &lt;br&gt;Myself lah. Lol -.-&lt;br&gt;036. Who was the last person to hug you? &lt;br&gt;I seldom get hugged ): Haha I don't like getting hugged anyway. So who cares.&lt;br&gt;037. Did anyone see the last person you kissed? &lt;br&gt;Nope. Of course not. I keep him hidden, (because the "him" is non-existent). -.-&lt;br&gt;038. Do you have a life? &lt;br&gt;If you consider my life a life, I have a life. HAHA. It's not really counted a life but I guess I am contented with the way things are.&lt;br&gt;039. Have you ever thought someone died, when they really didn't? &lt;br&gt;Haha no, that's like cursing people 0.0&lt;br&gt;040. What is the reason behind your profile song? &lt;br&gt;I don't have a profile song. So there's no reason for not having a profile song.&lt;br&gt;041. Who was the last person you saw in your dream? &lt;br&gt;I rarely dream. Sigh..&lt;br&gt;042. Last time you smiled? &lt;br&gt;My smiles are fake! Haha I either laugh or don't laugh so if I smile it's 99.99% fake.&lt;br&gt;043. Have you changed this year? &lt;br&gt;Alot. Alot alot alot alot alot. Haha. I bet alot of people can tell so.. yeah.&lt;br&gt;044. What are you listening to right now? &lt;br&gt;Nothing! Haha.&lt;br&gt;045. Are you talking to someone when you doing this? &lt;br&gt;Nope nobody. It's 10.52 now, who do you expect me to talk to.&lt;br&gt;046. Do you walk with your eyes open or closed? &lt;br&gt;If I walk with my eyes closed I would probably fall into a drain or something. Or walk straight onto the road. And wouldn't be here now. So what do you think.&lt;br&gt;047. Is there a quote you live by? &lt;br&gt;Uh. No I don't remember quotes. Unless I quote myself 0.0 and I'm not that overly ego to do that.&lt;br&gt;48. Do you want someone you can't have? &lt;br&gt;Now? Not really. &lt;br&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument? &lt;br&gt;Piano, violin, viola. Recorder if it's counted -.-&lt;br&gt;050. What was the worst idea you've had in this week? &lt;br&gt;Idea. Idea that we couldn't finish SMP on time. Which (thankfully) we did :D&lt;br&gt;051. What were you doing last night at 11.00pm? &lt;br&gt;Doing this quiz -.-&lt;br&gt;052. Are you happy with your love life right now? &lt;br&gt;Uh, yes you can say so.&lt;br&gt;053. What song describes your love life? &lt;br&gt;Haha, I don't know... Song? Twinkle twinkle little star.&lt;br&gt;054: Does the person know you like him/her? &lt;br&gt;Uh. Uh. Uh... Yes? No? Don't know? Yes?&lt;br&gt;055. Who always makes you laugh? &lt;br&gt;Quite alot of people. Haha.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;056. Do you speak any other language other than English? &lt;br&gt;Chinese? &lt;br&gt;057. Are you blond? &lt;br&gt;OH YES I AM. Can you believe that?&lt;br&gt;058. What your middle name? &lt;br&gt;Uh. Mary. Wu Mary JingTing. COOL.&lt;br&gt;059. What are you doing tomorrow? &lt;br&gt;YO! Haha butterfly lovers tomorrow I hope Jieying comes.&lt;br&gt;060. What do you think you are like? &lt;br&gt;I think I'm like what I think I am like. Which is... I don't know -.-&lt;br&gt;061. Who will you choose to die with? &lt;br&gt;I won't choose anyone because it's like forcing them to die with me. And that's very selfish and I try not to be selfish. TRY. I didn't say I wasn't selfish.&lt;br&gt;062.Where have you been today? &lt;br&gt;House, school, NUS, subway (:&lt;br&gt;063. What games do you play often?&lt;br&gt;Nothing. OH. The racing game we programmed (: (: (:&lt;br&gt;064. Who are you missing right now? &lt;br&gt;I miss... miss... missss....&lt;br&gt;065. If you've to choose between friends &amp;amp; love, who will you choose? &lt;br&gt;Friends, because love isn't everlasting. Neither is friendship, but you tend to accept your friend's faults (etc.) more. And friends last longer.&lt;br&gt;066. What are you doing right now? &lt;br&gt;Doing this. And nothing else. Haha.&lt;br&gt;067. Which primary school are you from? &lt;br&gt;NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS NYPS (:&lt;br&gt;068. Name 3 colours that you like. &lt;br&gt;ORANGE, black, white?&lt;br&gt;069. What emotion do you like to show? &lt;br&gt;Uh, I shall be model and make this answer happy (: Or silly haha.&lt;br&gt;070. What is life to you? &lt;br&gt;Fun? Tiring. Complicated. But still fun.&lt;br&gt;071. If you have something troubling you, what will you do? &lt;br&gt;Haha. I will avoid it. And start doing homework or mug or play violin/viola -.-&lt;br&gt;072. Who did you last chat with in msn today? &lt;br&gt;Today? Erm.. Elissa? Wasn't really considered a chat.&lt;br&gt;073. Who do you admire the most? &lt;br&gt;Hmm... a lot of people. Like the rich and famous and pro. Haha.&lt;br&gt;074. Which month are you born in? &lt;br&gt;October!!!&lt;br&gt;075. How are you feeling right now? &lt;br&gt;Tired tired tired SMP is finally over, can catch up with homework finally.&lt;br&gt;076. What is the time now? &lt;br&gt;11.08PM&lt;br&gt;077. Where are you now? &lt;br&gt;The part of my house near the stairs that is connecting the dining room to the living room. Haha. The computer section. In front of my laptop (:&lt;br&gt;078. What colour did you use to dye hair? &lt;br&gt;Pink, just that I set the alpha value to zero. Haha Flash is really getting into my head -.-&lt;br&gt;079. Why are you doing this test? &lt;br&gt;Because it seems so cool that I need to do it.&lt;br&gt;080. What do you do when you're moody? &lt;br&gt;Stone. And not talk to anybody. Unless I feel like spilling everything out and start to bitch or anything.&lt;br&gt;081. At which age you wish to get married? &lt;br&gt;28! Haha it just sounds nice.&lt;br&gt;082. Who is more important to you? A lover or friends?Now? &lt;br&gt;Friends -.- I thought there was a question about this already.&lt;br&gt;083. Do you think you have enough confidence? &lt;br&gt;I answered this in another quiz.&lt;br&gt;084. Who is the person you trust the most? &lt;br&gt;I answered this in another quiz too.&lt;br&gt;086. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be? &lt;br&gt;This too.&lt;br&gt;087. What is your goal for this year? &lt;br&gt;THIS TOO -.-&lt;br&gt;088. Do you believe in eternal love? &lt;br&gt;And this.&lt;br&gt;089. What feeling do you love most? &lt;br&gt;And this.&lt;br&gt;090. Do you really think its Global Warming now? &lt;br&gt;And this. I hate global warming ): I'm melting.&lt;br&gt;091. What feeling do you hate the most? &lt;br&gt;Did before already! -.-&lt;br&gt;092. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours? &lt;br&gt;This too!&lt;br&gt;093. Do you believe in God? &lt;br&gt;Haha yes of course. Hee.&lt;br&gt;094. Who cares for you the most? &lt;br&gt;How would I know? My mother? Yes I think it's my mother duh. If I died I bet nobody except my mother would bother. Sigh.&lt;br&gt;095. What do you think is the most important thing in your life? &lt;br&gt;Myself! :D Haha if I weren't here I wouldn't be here. How... philosophical.&lt;br&gt;096. What'll you bring when you fight? &lt;br&gt;Guns! Or fists but it won't help much I'm damn weak. &lt;br&gt;097. What have you regretted doing in your whole life? &lt;br&gt;Lots lots lots. Haha LOTS of things indeed. As I said, I always come in at the wrong time. &lt;br&gt;098. What would you feel when everyone no longer cares for you? &lt;br&gt;Sad ):&lt;br&gt;099. What if your stead two-timed you? &lt;br&gt;I will two-time him too. And then dump him. If he cares anymore. Haha.&lt;br&gt;100. Love with a guarantee of heartbreak, or never to be loved at all ? &lt;br&gt;Love with a guarantee of heartbreak. Love brings heartbreak there's bound to be a break up one day. ONE DAY.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;DONEDONEDONE OMG (: HAHA yay shall go sleep now (:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-602336087409147472?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/602336087409147472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=602336087409147472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/602336087409147472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/602336087409147472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiz-continued.html' title='Quiz (continued)'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-8368098757310523122</id><published>2008-06-06T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:24:48.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Quiz'/><title type='text'>Quiz..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Haha sorry I have to do quizzes to keep my blog alive. Somewhat alive. -.- Ripped from JEAN:  &lt;p&gt;001. What's the connection between you and the last person that called you? &lt;br&gt;Er... My mum?&lt;br&gt;002. Do you ever turn your cell phone off? &lt;br&gt;Haha no, I am a very important person and I get important calls (like real -.-)&lt;br&gt;003. What happened at 10.00am today? &lt;br&gt;I was in the lab doing SMP (: And most probably slacking -.-&lt;br&gt;004. When did you last cry? &lt;br&gt;Quite long? Because of some emotional stuff. Haha.&lt;br&gt;005. What is your favorite thing to eat with peanut butter? &lt;br&gt;bread? 0.0 I'm allergic to peanut butter. Sort of.&lt;br&gt;006. What do you want in your life right now? &lt;br&gt;Improve in grades, music, person, yeah like Jean lah.&lt;br&gt;007. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood? &lt;br&gt;I usually have hoods, "looks like something a JingTing will wear(quotes Joyan)", but putting it up makes me look like an idiot so I walk in the rain. Umbrellas are a hassle. &lt;br&gt;008. What's your favorite thing to have on your bed? &lt;br&gt;My special 80 bucks flat-ish bolster. Which I had since I was... 8?&lt;br&gt;009. What bottom are you wearing now? &lt;br&gt;Fbts. Haha. Round cut, black. Size M if you really want to know -.-&lt;br&gt;010. Whats the nicest text in your inbox say? &lt;br&gt;It says "nothing to display". From Grace :D HAHA -.-&lt;br&gt;011. Do you tend to make a relationships complicated? &lt;br&gt;Yes. Very often. I always appear at the wrong time -.-&lt;br&gt;012. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone? &lt;br&gt;Uh, my shirt is my mum's because I was too lazy to go downstairs to get a shirt.&lt;br&gt;013. What was the last movie you caught? &lt;br&gt;Kungfu dunk. This question keeps haunting me -.-&lt;br&gt;014. What are you proud of? &lt;br&gt;My busy schedule. Currently lah, that is.&lt;br&gt;015. What does the oldest text message in your inbox say? &lt;br&gt;"Hey teejay this is sarah. In case you don't know my number -.- we're going to bukit timah plaza kfc right! So me and bean will meet you all there. not in school." Haha obviously from Sarah -.- That's very long ago -.-&lt;br&gt;016. What was the last song you sang out loud? &lt;br&gt;Uh... I sang part of Dvorak in YO -.- because JieYing and I were being high.&lt;br&gt;017. Do you have any nicknames? &lt;br&gt;Uh. JT, teejay (-.-), bone eater (-.- -.-) blah blah blah.&lt;br&gt;018. What does your last received text message say? Who was it from? &lt;br&gt;Huh isn't this same as question 015.&lt;br&gt;019. What time did you go to bed last night? &lt;br&gt;uhh. Around 1am? Was pia-ing viola. HAHA PIA!&lt;br&gt;020. Are you currently happy? &lt;br&gt;Haha yupyup!!! -smiles-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-8368098757310523122?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/8368098757310523122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=8368098757310523122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8368098757310523122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8368098757310523122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiz_06.html' title='Quiz..'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-6880646804815729555</id><published>2008-06-04T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:43:32.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tagged by Simhwee and Joyan! Haha I shall try to keep everyone in the list related in some way. (for example in the same school. And almost the same class. Which means this quiz is going to be boring)&lt;br /&gt;01. Esther&lt;br /&gt;02. Lynn&lt;br /&gt;03. Amanda&lt;br /&gt;04. Simhwee&lt;br /&gt;05. Jean&lt;br /&gt;06. Joyan&lt;br /&gt;07. Tessa&lt;br /&gt;08. Sarah&lt;br /&gt;09. Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;10. Shiting&lt;br /&gt;11. Celine&lt;br /&gt;12. TzeHui&lt;br /&gt;13. Audrey&lt;br /&gt;14. Carissa&lt;br /&gt;15. Lauren&lt;br /&gt;16. Venus&lt;br /&gt;17. Alicia&lt;br /&gt;18. Jia En&lt;br /&gt;19. uhh.  Eugenia&lt;br /&gt;20. And my imaginary friend. Because I don't know who to put for this -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.How did you meet #14?&lt;br /&gt;[Carissa] I went to school on the first day of Sec1 and met her. Oh wait she wasn't there on the first day, I forgot why -.- Allocated to the wrong class I think. I remember my first impression on her was that she was this super outspoken person when she did her self-introduction. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. What would you do if you didn't meet #1?&lt;br /&gt;[Esther] I would... take a rope and hang myself on it. Seriously! Or maybe if I met someone like Esther but is called something else like... (erm) Mary or something I would not kill myself. Haha -.- okay I don't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. What if #9 and #20 dated?&lt;br /&gt;[Charlotte and Imaginary Friend!] Cool. Perfect match man. HAHA okay no offence. To both Charlotte and Imaginary Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Describe #3.&lt;br /&gt;[Amanda] I quote what she put for me " Awesomely amusing and perpetually lovable! (:" heehee. And very generous as well. Damn skinny too -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Is #8 attractive?&lt;br /&gt;[Sarah] She looks like someone. Who is attractive in his way. HAHA. But then Sarah is cute but she doesn't admit it. Too humble. Tsk -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Describe #7.&lt;br /&gt;[Tessa] Uber responsible class monitress (: at least more responsible than me -.- And pretty too (: And nice horse-tailey hair (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Know of any of #12's family members?&lt;br /&gt;[TzeHui] I know! She has two brothers! And mother and father duh. I've seen all of them before (: but don't know them personally lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. What will you do if #18 confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;[JiaEn] HAHA. I don't think she will? 0.0 I will faint if she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. What language does #15 speak?&lt;br /&gt;[Lauren] English, Chinese. And French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who is #9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;[Charlotte] I don't think she goes out with anybody 0.0 Probably my imaginary friend? He's quite attractive (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How old is #16?&lt;br /&gt;[Venus] Officially fourteen! Oh I signed on her ball. Soccer ball (I know you're thinking sick. Shh.) HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When is the last time you spoke to #13?&lt;br /&gt;[Audrey] on MSN one day, forgot when, but it was to ask her about Chinese SIA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who is #2's favourite band/singer?&lt;br /&gt;[Lynn] Uh. I think she likes Jay Chou. Okay that's herself/himself theoretically. HAHA. Uh. But not sure if it's her favourite -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You ever date #4?&lt;br /&gt;[Carissa] Carissa, do you want to? Omg, overpowered by gayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Would you ever date #1?&lt;br /&gt;[Esther] Haha. Don't think so. Unless I turn gay one day. Les. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is #19 single?&lt;br /&gt;[Eugenia] Haha obviously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What's #10 last name?&lt;br /&gt;[Shiting] Yak. HAHA. Vong. Vong-Yak Shi Ting. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you ever be in a relationship with #11?&lt;br /&gt;[Celine] Ex!!!~ Not ever again I guess. She broke up with me after realising what a bad jerk-ish boyfriend I am ): And that was when I got a bit gay. HAHA -.- Okay nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. School of #3?&lt;br /&gt;[Amanda] Oh, I don't know! -thinks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Where does #6 live?&lt;br /&gt;[Joyan] Choa Chu Kang? Don't know. Around there. Far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Whats your favourite thing about #5?&lt;br /&gt;[Jean] Haha. Mafia leader! I still remember. Haha her on-taskness. And spastic-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done (: Night guys (: Oh I specially tag Esther because she wants me to. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-6880646804815729555?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/6880646804815729555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=6880646804815729555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/6880646804815729555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/6880646804815729555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiz_04.html' title='Quiz!!!'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-1326665780816823391</id><published>2008-06-03T08:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:00:11.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even more Blogthings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Funny Gift Giver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofgiftgiverareyouquiz/funny.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gifts are wacky, offbeat, and even borderline naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to give a gift that makes someone crack up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget utility. You prefer to give something that's totally hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofgiftgiverareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Gift Giver Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHA a tortoise for Sarah I remember that (: I hope it hasn't died... &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 24% Emo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouemoquiz/emo-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely not emo, but you do understand emo people a little. You are introspective, but not to the point of driving yourself crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/"&gt;Are You Emo?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-1326665780816823391?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1326665780816823391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=1326665780816823391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1326665780816823391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1326665780816823391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/even-more-blogthings.html' title='Even more Blogthings.'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-2058579663379447159</id><published>2008-06-03T08:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T08:53:39.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Quiz'/><title type='text'>More Blogthings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What JingTing Means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you.&lt;br /&gt;You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries.&lt;br /&gt;You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. &lt;strong&gt;It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but&lt;strong&gt; it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. &lt;strong&gt;Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;prone to a little paranoia and jealousy.&lt;/strong&gt; You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and &lt;strong&gt;quite introverted&lt;/strong&gt;. You &lt;strong&gt;value your time alone.&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. &lt;strong&gt;You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and &lt;strong&gt;easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Surprisingly this is quite true! Which means my name is quite suitable for me. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-2058579663379447159?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/2058579663379447159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=2058579663379447159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/2058579663379447159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/2058579663379447159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-blogthings.html' title='More Blogthings'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-1673819408393994179</id><published>2008-06-02T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:55:04.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogthings -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Traveler Soul&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/traveler-soul.jpg" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You're a thrill seeker who loves to be active and on the move&lt;br&gt;You love to wander: between places, ideas, and people.&lt;br&gt;A good communicator, you're a nonconformist and interested in the world.&lt;br&gt;You are an explorer, a good storyteller, and a true dreamer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because you're always on the move, you can be a bit fickle.&lt;br&gt;It's difficult for you to make personal commitments.&lt;br&gt;Don't be so quick to ignore emotional issues and problems.&lt;br&gt;You're much more intuitive and psychic than you think.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Retrospective Soul and Dreaming Soul &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry I had to do something before I sleep -.- It's quite late now but don't feel like sleeping. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;This is fake fake fake fake fake. "A good communicator". Yeah right -.- haha the fickle part is quite true though &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Very true. Very very very very true. I ignore alot of emotional issues. And either throw them out of my head or hide them. And when they are hidden they are buried so deep that they only surface once in a while. Like a nightmare. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know why but since young, I will suddenly have this very very sad feeling. Like out of the blue, when I am bathing or something, I will feel this very weird.. sadness. Haha. Not very describe-able.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;I am psychic! Beware.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-1673819408393994179?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1673819408393994179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=1673819408393994179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1673819408393994179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1673819408393994179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/blogthings.html' title='blogthings -.-'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-21417499382874756</id><published>2008-06-02T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:41:03.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Quiz'/><title type='text'>Quiz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was tagged by Audrey!!!! :D Haha I was waiting for a tag because if I do a quiz without anybody tagging me it's quite weird.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. What do you think an ideal best friend should be like?&lt;br&gt;Haha. Somebody that I can get along with. And talk to. And ramble to. And complain to. It's quite hard to find somebody whom I can talk naturally to actually -.- Or maybe I can't talk naturally to anyone, except for my mum.&lt;br&gt;2. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br&gt;Haha. Audrey said she wants to be skinny. Me too D: And I want to be rich and famous when I grow up. Mad scientist. Einstein. Mozart. HAHA. Like real man.&lt;br&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick the most?&lt;br&gt;A big one. HAHA. Yuck yuck sick -.- I don't have any interest in kicking butts sorry.&lt;br&gt;4. What would you do with a million of dollars?&lt;br&gt;Use it! I thought I did this question before -.-&lt;br&gt;5. What would your ideal lover be like?&lt;br&gt;Haha. He has to... erm. Love me. And be nice to me but not too nice because sometimes it's quite creepy when somebody is very nice to you (there's usually some ulterior motive though. HAHA) And look acceptable. &lt;br&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br&gt;Being loved duh. Haha. I am selfish! Wahahah.&amp;nbsp; -.- Okay being loved by a lot of people would be better :D&lt;br&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br&gt;Haha. Usually I'll forget, I'm not that faithful type -.- So not that long I guess. I will wait for him to go to the toilet -.-&lt;br&gt;8. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br&gt;Define extremely happy. Haha. Not exactly -extremely- happy but just happy. There are loads (: Explain why I am so happy (yeah right -.-) (of course I am right (: )&lt;br&gt;9. Define the term love.&lt;br&gt;Something that cannot be defined. Like it's there and you can feel it. But you can't describe it in words. Haha.&lt;br&gt;10. If the person you like secretly is attached, what would you do?&lt;br&gt;Fight for it. Mostly to prove that I can win (heh). Okay that's really bad and bitchy but yes. Well, unless that person is a very close friend? Like -very- close. Then I won't. Anyway my close friends are very lovable so... It's expected that that person will choose them over me D:&lt;br&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years' time?&lt;br&gt;I'll be 24!! Haha. I probably would have gotten my driving license and a car. And graduating from some random university overseas (or NUS if I am too lousy to go overseas). And boyfriend? Don't know. Haha -.-&lt;br&gt;12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br&gt;Mum! Friends! God! Haha and money if that's a person -.-&lt;br&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is like?&lt;br&gt;Audrey! She's a very nice and artistic and dance-y person. Yes dance-y, I must emphasize. She's damn talented too and has a good figure (:&lt;br&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br&gt;Wow Audrey put "married but poor". Okay you know my answer -.- obviously. Haha. Money is everything man. &lt;br&gt;15. What is the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br&gt;Uh. I go to pee. And brush teeth. And bathe and breakfast and school. -.-&lt;br&gt;16. Would you give your all in a relationship?&lt;br&gt;Don't think so. Haha. Never gave my -all- before. Because I save some for myself. Self-indulgence.&lt;br&gt;17. If you fall in love with 2 people simultaneously,who would you pick?&lt;br&gt;Haha. I will pick another one that's not from those two. HAHA -.- not like anybody wants me right. Hah. No lah, the one I get along better with. And talk better to. And feel nicer to be with? And maybe the nicer looking one HAHA. Okay kidding.&lt;br&gt;18. What type of people do you hate?&lt;br&gt;Haha. Shouldn't say or those people will think that I am talking about them -.- Or even worse, other people who are really nice will think that I am talking about them -.-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-21417499382874756?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/21417499382874756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=21417499382874756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/21417499382874756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/21417499382874756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiz_02.html' title='Quiz!'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-1951242592756121657</id><published>2008-06-01T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:08:13.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy Schedules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Quiz'/><title type='text'>quiz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A quiz! Because I have nothing to blog about. And yet I want my blog to be alive (though nobody is tagging D:). Haha. Anyway this is ripped from Esther.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;RED IS ANGER&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Are you currently mad at someone?&lt;br&gt;Now? Not really. Haha I forget after a while I guess...&lt;br&gt;2. Which of your family members has the worst temper?&lt;br&gt;My dad -.- then my brother. His temper takes after my dad. Pfft. Don't like.&lt;br&gt;3. Have you ever thrown something at anyone?&lt;br&gt;Haha of course. At my brother maybe. But other than that not really. As in, not when I'm angry. &lt;br&gt;4. Is anyone mad at you?&lt;br&gt;Yeah of course, and I bet loads of people do. Maybe everybody I know is mad at me for whatever reason, and they are pretending to be nice D:&lt;br&gt;5. Are you usually mad?&lt;br&gt;Not really... I guess.&lt;br&gt;6. When you're mad do you prefer to stare angrily or yell?&lt;br&gt;Stare angrily duh. Haha do I look like a yelling person. I probably will like don't know what to yell about -.- you know words don't come to my mouth naturally I have to think before I say something -.-&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;ORANGE IS EXCITEMENT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Has anyone ever thrown a surprise party for you?&lt;br&gt;If they do I would be very touched. To tears. But it never happened before T.T (look I used T.T)&lt;br&gt;2. What event is coming up that you're most excited about?&lt;br&gt;NY trip! Carnegie! (: (: (: Okay haven't started packing yet. And I'm probably not the SYF standard last year yet ):&lt;br&gt;3. If you won a million dollars, what would be your first thought?&lt;br&gt;Buy a bungalow. And a car. Wait, not enough right ): And save the rest if there's any. (haha I am a very very selfish person) &lt;br&gt;4. If you could have anything right now what would it be?&lt;br&gt;I don't know, it's so unrealistic that I don't know how to answer this question -.- Closer friends?&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;YELLOW IS SELF DISCOVERY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Name:&lt;br&gt;JingTing (oh man I didn't know that man)&lt;br&gt;2. Birthday:&lt;br&gt;12 October :D :D&lt;br&gt;3.What's your main goal in life?&lt;br&gt;To be a good good person who contributes to the society in one way or another. Preferably in a way where you get lots of money too. HAHA. Yes, and also more closer friends, improve my communication skills (though I don't know how I am going to do that). -.-&lt;br&gt;4. Do you want to have children?&lt;br&gt;Maybe next time.&lt;br&gt;5. When do you want to die?&lt;br&gt;Haha. When I reached my main goal in life (points above). And maybe before I get any terminal disease. To reduce the pain. Heehee.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#80ff00"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREEN IS OPINIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;1. Are you against gay marriage?&lt;br&gt;Not really? I don't know... But quite gross right.&lt;br&gt;2. Lower the drinking age?&lt;br&gt;No. Drinking is...&amp;nbsp; not good. For health too.&lt;br&gt;3. Capital Punishment?&lt;br&gt;To keep! Punishment is always good. (: (: -evil smile- (unless it happens to me that is -.-)&lt;br&gt;4. Abortion?&lt;br&gt;Against? Unless that girl is like, underaged, then it will be quite difficult for her right.&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;BLUE IS LOVE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Do you love someone?&lt;br&gt;Love? Yes I do. Myself? And closer people.&lt;br&gt;2. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br&gt;No -.- how many times have this question appeared in quizzes. But I believe that you will have this temporary attraction to somebody you meet I guess. Temporary.&lt;br&gt;3. Do you believe in love?&lt;br&gt;Yes. Haha of course. True love that is.&amp;nbsp; -.- &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;PURPLE IS Q &amp;amp; As&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Q: how many beds did you lay in today?&lt;br&gt;A: Today? I woke up in mine. Haven't touched it since. So its one! And don't think sick -.-&lt;br&gt;Q: What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br&gt;A: White. And a bit of red. Some hp shirt for guys that my dad gave me -.-&lt;br&gt;Q: Name one thing that you do everyday?&lt;br&gt;A: EAT!! Glorious food. HAHA -.-&lt;br&gt;Q: How much cash do you have on you right now?&lt;br&gt;A: Let me see. Right now? None -.- because my wallet isn't with me. HAHA&lt;br&gt;Q: Is Tom on your Top friends list?&lt;br&gt;A: Oh yes of course. -.-&lt;br&gt;Q: Look to your left. What's there?&lt;br&gt;A: Doorway to the dining room/kitchen. Then fish tank -.-&lt;br&gt;Q: What's the last piece of clothing you borrowed?&lt;br&gt;A: Eh... Money? Not sure -.-&lt;br&gt;Q: What website(s) do you visit the most during the day?&lt;br&gt;A: During the day? I never use the com during the day -.-&lt;br&gt;Q: Do you have plants in your room?&lt;br&gt;A: No. They use up my oxygen. I need lots of oxygen when I am mugging. HAHA. But haven't really started mugging yet -.-&lt;br&gt;Q: Does anything hurt on your body right now?&lt;br&gt;A: This weird part on my hand that got stuck in the gate just now. Bleeding. Gate was rusty. -screams in horror- Okay shouldn't be so paranoid -.-&lt;br&gt;Q: Recent time you were really upset?&lt;br&gt;A: Hmm... During school? As in. Some weeks of it. Other than that no.&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80ff"&gt;PINK IS LAST&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Person you saw&lt;br&gt;My mum? Brother is sitting next to me playing WOW is that counted?&lt;br&gt;3. Movie you watched in cinema:&lt;br&gt;Kungfu Dunk with Esther! Unless you count those you watch in school. (I want to finish watching The Devil Wears Prada ): ) Dang I am deprived. Okay so is Esther, since her last one was the same as mine -.-&lt;br&gt;4. Song you listened to:&lt;br&gt;Uh. Uh. JayChou stuff I forgot which one I listened last -.-&lt;br&gt;5. Person you talked on the phone with:&lt;br&gt;Esther! Haha she just called. A few hours ago. &lt;br&gt;6. Did you notice that the question 2 was gone:&lt;br&gt;Oh. It's supposed to be on purpose? I did notice. Haha. I am a very observant person (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;GRAY IS TODAY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. What are you doing right now?&lt;br&gt;Doing this quiz lah. And eating, drinking.&amp;nbsp; Gosh that's why I'm getting fat D:&lt;br&gt;2. What are you doing tonight?&lt;br&gt;Homework (if my light is fixed). Then abit of Physics? Then sleep.&lt;br&gt;3. What are you going to eat?&lt;br&gt;I am eating weird prune stuff now because it's the only thing left in my fridge. Then after this nothing else. Tomorrow breakfast I'm eating cupcakes!!!! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#804000"&gt;BROWN IS TOMORROW&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Is&lt;br&gt;NYSE 9-12, then SMP till 6+ Heehee.&lt;br&gt;2. Are you looking forward to it?&lt;br&gt;Of course! Lunch at SMP :D :D :D Haha. I look forward only to meals -.- I am a pig. D:&lt;br&gt;3. Are you going to laugh?&lt;br&gt;Probably... Or at least fake laugh HAHAHA. But SMP is really amusing and if I accomplish alot of things I will feel damn high. :D But if I don't that's rather sad. And rather annoying -.- But tomorrow mostly full attendance! Which means we can complete things :D &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-1951242592756121657?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1951242592756121657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=1951242592756121657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1951242592756121657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1951242592756121657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiz.html' title='quiz!'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-5118501037226010181</id><published>2008-05-28T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:19:29.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy Schedules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Aura</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today SMP wasn't exactly very productive ): Slacked around, didn't solve any major problems except for adding in my playSound function and making the board surface up. Which we did in the first one hour of the meeting ):&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I still can't solve the checkpoints problem. And the collision still detects the aura. HAHA. Aura.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh wells it's late now. I almost died on the car back home today. I think I slept in there for one hour until my mum woke me up -.- Waste time waste time. Tsk. Oh no I think I'm falling sick ):&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Finished Chinese SIA, it's exactly 40 pages long, including cover page contents page and an ending page. Quite reasonable length I guess. Haha. Shall hand it in tomorrow to prevent it from haunting me ever again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My eyesight is deteriorating. Like mad. I don't want to get specs. I want contacts, but I don't think my mum will let me (if I needed them). ): Or I will get the kind of super cool specs. That one that I saw on some random guy I met. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Going online less these days, because it's much of a distraction to my work. And seeing how busy I am now, I can't really afford distractions. Ahh. Tomorrow will be a busy busy day, morning NYSE 9-12, rush to SMP 12.30-6, rush again to YO 6.30-9.&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;I must say I am a really blessed girl to have a mother to fetch me or I will die with this kind of schedules -.- Especially when the venues are all so super far away -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lunch tomorrow during SMP... Brownies! :D Haha fattening, but it's worth the risk (: heehee I can't resist &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-5118501037226010181?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/5118501037226010181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=5118501037226010181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5118501037226010181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5118501037226010181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/aura.html' title='Aura'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-3134051227805249882</id><published>2008-05-28T07:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:10:56.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog'/><title type='text'>Cakes, are lies.</title><content type='html'>Haha I'm early in the lab now, it's pouring outside and I am freaking cold. Even with my hoodie -.- ): ): ): ): ): nevermind I won't die. At most I will get sick. Purposely didn't bring my cup today so I won't be able to drink Milo. Must have more self control yeah, if not I won't be able to go Carnegie if I fall sick. This keyboard is so freaking hard to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a new goal to acheive this June holidays! It's to not go online for more than one hour everyday. And then I will mug for the rest of the nights because I only have nights to mug -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I win (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about. Hmm, the cobra that my dog met yesterday was called a speeding cobra or something, the only kind that you can find in Singapore. So cool right. And thankfully my dog didn't get bitten, its fatal. It just has some yellow thing in its eye that looks rather gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored. Shall do programming. Pray for me that we complete it today (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-3134051227805249882?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/3134051227805249882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=3134051227805249882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3134051227805249882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3134051227805249882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/cakes-are-lies.html' title='Cakes, are lies.'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-9164515990605998540</id><published>2008-05-27T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:17:15.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Quiz'/><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Esther tagged me! So I shall be a good girl and do it (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q1: Do you like your present school?&lt;br /&gt;A1: Haha, of course! Well, I chose to come here right? Okay not really, I was actually rather forced to, but I'm glad I came NY instead of some other school that I could have gone to (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q2: What do you want the most now?&lt;br /&gt;A2: I want to eat and not get fat. Or to get a total makeover. Haha. Or money dropping down from the sky. Materialistic right. Yes I know. Money $$ (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q3: Who is the closest person to you in your school?&lt;br /&gt;A3: Haha. I have a few closer friends but sometimes they take turn to be closer to another. It depends?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q4: Do you hate your friends sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;A4: Yes. Haha. Hate is a strong word lah, but sometimes I find friends, even closer friends, annoying -.- Something wrong with me ): Told you being a loner is always better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q5: Are you afraid of death?&lt;br /&gt;A5: Haha yes duh. Very. Very very. Well I don't mind if I die in my sleep though. As long as it is painless. Actually I am more scared of pain. And long-term pain. Like cancer. Or heart problems. Which leads to death. Pain, death. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q6: What is your goal this year?&lt;br /&gt;A6: To work hard hard hard hard hard. And hopefully get around the top few in class (: Hopefully. And viola exam in September... Hope I do well, and do myself proud (: Haha. What else? Uh. Lose some weight (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q7: Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;A7: Don't think so? It builds up. Haha. And it falls too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q8: Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;A8: Uh... I'm not sure about this. But firstly we'll have to live eternally to find out if this is true (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q9: Have you ever broken someone’s heart that he/she wants to commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;A9: I hope not the committing suicide part... But I guess I made a very jerkish decision that affected some people's life in some way or another, and I am truly very very very sorry about that. Then again, who would want to commit suicide for me? (: So I'll have no worries of feeling guilty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q10: What do you enjoy doing the most?&lt;br /&gt;A10: Haha. Sitting in a group of people who talk happily and not getting left out. A group, I emphasize. Because I don't like being alone with people, I can never talk. Because I have weird communication problems. Unless that person is really really really close to me and the barrier between us is broken. Heehee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q11: Have you ever done anything for your admirer?&lt;br /&gt;A11: Don't think so leh :/ Find an admirer for me before I can do anything for him/her (: If you admire me I'll probably laugh at your stupidity (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q12: What feeling do you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;A12: Haha. Insecurity. Fatness. Jealousy. (I realised most of it is same as Esther's). But I guess its a phase (like what Lynn said), so I will grow out of it one day. Except maybe the fat part D: And I am feeling fat today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q13: Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;A13: Haha. Maybe not EVERY single one, but on the whole I do. But some friendships are rather fake. Lies. Phoneys. Cakes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q14. Who would you probably spend the rest of your life with?&lt;br /&gt;A14: God! I'm sure God will stay with me through (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q15: What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;A15: Love. Haha. Love as in. All kinds of love. Friendship love, parental love, sibling love blah blah blah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q16: Do you find life meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;A16: It's rushing here, rushing there, completing my work halfway, rush there again. But quite meaningful I guess. At least I don't slack around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q17: Who do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;A17: Haha. First is mum, then closer friends. Haha the rest of the family isn't very love-able, because I am not exactly close to them. Wait, first is myself. Then mum (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q18: Who do you talk most to in school?&lt;br /&gt;A18: Depends. On who I want to talk to. And on how much I feel like talking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q19: What are you listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;A19: Listening to Borodin! Carnegie coming up... :/ Oh no oh no oh no. -panicks-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q20: What material thing do you want most now?&lt;br /&gt;A20: I want... I want... I want. Erm. Erm. I don't know. One million dollars. Okay not that greedy. A new camera! Phone! Bag! Clothes! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: remove 1 question from above, and add in your personal question,then tag 8 people in your list, list them out in the end of this post. Notify them in their chatbox that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have a blessing from all.&lt;br /&gt;(Too lazy to do this part, anyone who wants to do it can do I guess)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-9164515990605998540?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/9164515990605998540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=9164515990605998540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/9164515990605998540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/9164515990605998540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/quiz_27.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-3858768532018177115</id><published>2008-05-27T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:10:33.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog'/><title type='text'>Superdog! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today my dog met a cobra face to face. Then four police came to rescue it. Haha. That's what my mum says -.- And amazingly, she didn't take pictures of it -.- Cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway SMP today is super fun! And productive. Not very slacky. Haha looking forward to tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-3858768532018177115?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/3858768532018177115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=3858768532018177115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3858768532018177115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3858768532018177115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/superdog-d.html' title='Superdog! :D'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-1346692800936095880</id><published>2008-05-27T07:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:00:53.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCA'/><title type='text'>SMP!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, for the first time in I-don't-know-how-many days, I was not online. At all. Congratulate me, I have completed the mission to be a super guai person. Haha. Kidding. Yesterday, was the busiest day ever. Actually not really. But I was in school uniform from 9 am in the morning, until 10pm at night. Without stepping into my house gate at once. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strings yesterday, nothing unusual. Got excuse to skip rehearsals to come for SMP. I must say that both are very important, so it's quite hard to see which to skip. But I think I sorted out a schedule. Ahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then SMP! Reached NSP Lab at 12.30, then stoned around until 12.45. Then went for lunch! The canteen there is damn cool. SMP was quite productive yesterday, I hope today will be the same too. Hopefully we will finish our car game by TODAY. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, SMP. I had uncountable cups of Milo (: And a cup of coffee. It tasted... like crap. I don't like coffee. Only canned ones. Oh yes, thank God that my programme actually worked. I was super high after that (: I guess SMP is quite nice when you actually succeed, or sort of succeed. The sense of satisfaction is. Beyond description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was ego-ing around and had a celebratory cup of Milo after my sound part worked. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 8.00 am now and I am already in the lab already! Haha this starts at 9.30 -.- So I am stoning around since I don't feel like doing programming again. Or maybe I will start later. But it's rather creepy here there's nobody in this whole place except for me. Hoho. I can't wait to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall think of something else to do. Might not go online today either (: Goody. Shall stay in my room and mug. Haha. Or maybe not. If I don't feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-1346692800936095880?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1346692800936095880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=1346692800936095880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1346692800936095880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1346692800936095880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/smp.html' title='SMP!'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-3515696794401341917</id><published>2008-05-25T15:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:18:44.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;David Garrett's stuff are quite nice. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-3515696794401341917?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/3515696794401341917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=3515696794401341917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3515696794401341917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3515696794401341917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/david-garretts-stuff-are-quite-nice.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-120002708118373843</id><published>2008-05-25T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:10:43.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Sunday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I feel like buying trashy stuff. HAHA. For my own pleasure because I don't know where to wear them to. Trash looks nice. But then again they obviously will not look nice on me so I shall forget about buying them -.- &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Went out today after church! With mum and brothers -.- Hmm... Went to Square 2, had Korean food. Never had Korean food in AGES. So ages-ish that I forgot when was the last time I had Korean food. Anyway I think I sort of shrunk my appetite and now I get full when I eat less (: Yay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then went to buy shoes for my brother. He was being grumpy (as usual) so didn't buy in the end. Instead I got new slippers (: Haha. But not very pretty though I just felt like buying something to wear -.- Okay shoes aren't very wearable. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And had YAMI yoghurt thingy. It's 97% fat free. Haha. Lime flavoured with kiwi topping (: Haha I haven't used (: in my posts for a while I think. It suddenly looks weird (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am searching for my feminine side but I can't find it ): Haha that's not a bad thing but yes. Haha. It is being overpowered by gayness. Lol -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shall look forward to the rest of the Sundays because they are the only time when I am free. Unfortunately. Hope we get to eat in restaurants every time and go shopping. Without brothers -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today is a rare day when I actually have a life. Sort of a life. Half a life. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-120002708118373843?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/120002708118373843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=120002708118373843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/120002708118373843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/120002708118373843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunday.html' title='Sunday!'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-4266372769260526814</id><published>2008-05-24T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:53:59.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SDgd8s-bYCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xIypAcDb52s/s1600-h/violin%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="violin" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SDgd9s-bYDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/APa68mNEOyw/violin_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;Cool right. HAHA. My violin looks... anorexic -.-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-4266372769260526814?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/4266372769260526814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=4266372769260526814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/4266372769260526814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/4266372769260526814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/cool-right.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SDgd9s-bYDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/APa68mNEOyw/s72-c/violin_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-3975101744125341237</id><published>2008-05-24T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:54:18.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>So Near Yet So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly we seem so distanced. Now it's like we've never met before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today was PTM! Haha apparently my mum went to school at 10.45 when she only got to meet Ms Chooi at, around 12.30 -.- Then I ended strings so decided to hang around outside the classroom with my mum. Met cool parents. Like Sarah's, Amanda's, Tessa's. Parents like to complain about their children sleeping late -.- Haha. Apparently they think that when their children sleep late, they are not coping well with their work. But Tessa is so damn pro and she sleeps damn late too&amp;nbsp; -.- And they walk around in school like zombies, half asleep (which might be quite true). Actually I think hardworking people sleep late and therefore they are pro. Either that or they play too much and talk online too much. I think I belong to the second category -.- &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My comments were surprisingly okay:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;JingTing is a fast-learner and a good problem solver. She is committed to her studies and CCA, showing impressive results in both areas. She is a responsible class cleanliness coordinator, though she can be firmer in getting the classmates to do their duties. JingTing always shows a calm disposition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Didn't turn out that bad lah. Anyway, I still believe that my MSG is quite sucky.. Compared to my percentage that is. But then my percentage not that good either? Haha. Nvm. 1.67 is quite average (amongst the people I know) for MSG. Being average isn't good. You have to be special, either above average or below average. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I once again strongly emphasize my utter disgust with the school's new MSG system -.- It sucks like sucky things. And I am quite disappointed with my marks, no? Heeh. But overall its okay-ish. MSG is for averagely A1-in-everything people, which very disadvantageous for me because my marks are very contrasting -.- It's like one is on the high end while the other is extremely... low -.- But to tell the truth, my A1s are quite high :D which is a good thing. Okay shall not be too complacent. Must work harder for next blocks! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;CUT MY HAIR. After YO. Hahaha. Not much difference though. I just have an obsession with cutting hair. I want to spike my hair. But it's too long ): Nvm. Next time when I have another obsession with guy-ish hair and decide to cut it like that too. HAHA. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay going off for Chinese SIA. MUST finish by today I don't care (:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-3975101744125341237?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/3975101744125341237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=3975101744125341237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3975101744125341237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3975101744125341237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title='So Near Yet So Far'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-1602325354073894546</id><published>2008-05-23T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:27:23.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Irritating.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Unblocked some random person for the first time in 6 months, because I don't like to see the "blocked" sign on my MSN window. Then that person HAD to come and irritate me on the first day he got unblocked -.- pfft. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I realised I said "sorry I'm quite busy now talk to you another time" thrice today. Mean JingTing. Tsk. But I'm telling the truth, I'm doing SMP. HAHA. Okay nvm bye. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-1602325354073894546?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1602325354073894546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=1602325354073894546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1602325354073894546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1602325354073894546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_23.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-250886005800675091</id><published>2008-05-23T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:55:37.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>School's over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today, is the last day of school. Mixed feelings. Somehow the idea of school holidays doesn't seem to register in my mind. You see, I think my holidays are much more busier than school. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jean asked if I could go back for NYPS GEP reunion. But looking at my schedule, I am apparently free on only 20thJune and Sundays. Goodness. And for the rest of the days, the earliest I reach home is 5pm and every single day something starts at 9am in the morning. Being extremely busy isn't a good thing Lynn, when your schedules crash it gets highly exasperating. Especially when one threatens to fire you, and another threatens to pull down your marks and your team members'. Then you, will get stuck in between, with a string tied loosely&amp;nbsp; on each, worrying that one day either one will break. Or both.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think I worry too much. And sometimes I worry too excessively that when the whole incident was resolved I question myself why I used to worry about that incident. But it is an instinct to worry. I am afraid of facing new challenges. Afraid that when I climb up that steep slope, I stumble and fall down again. And injure myself, or even worse, break my limbs and never be able to do the same again. Then again, worrying is a part of life, isn't it? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stress. Maybe that's why I'm getting fatter. When I am stressed I eat a whole lot of crap, and over these few years the crap accumulates to become the fats I now possess. Haha look, I am talking crap -.- But I am used to stress. And busyness I guess. Since young I have been trained to be busy -.- with another load of crap. Goodness my life involves LOADS of crap -.- crappy crap crap. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well. I still love my life (: Looking forward to the holidays. And for the holidays to be over.&amp;nbsp; And New York trip. It seems so near. Yet so far. Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;End of sabbaticals today! -pops champagne- Journey through the Geo-World was okay, I made lots and lots of paper roses. With TzeHui's paper. Thank you TzeHui! Then Chinese speech training -.- Today was competition and I sucked (as usual). Anyhow crapped something out since it wasn't graded (okay wrong mindset, I know (: ). I do everything for grades huh. Anyway I am never good at giving speeches and stuff so who cares if I don't do well. Haha. I admire people who can do instant crapping -.- Or instant making-sensing. Pro pro pro. Especially that pro girl in our class. Forgot her name. I think she has talent. She talks like some professional emcee, excluding the pauses in her speech that is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today's morning assembly was highly interesting. There was this class (413 I think) who went up to do some Algorithm March. Damn cool, and cute too. Haha. TzeHui likes it alot I think. She called me to watch this video. Haha very amusing! And cute! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:c71ff5ad-81e9-4bbd-9627-72bdaeaa38df" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3a8V5Ute3wg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3a8V5Ute3wg&amp;amp;feature=related" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There. Haha. Told you it was cute. I was watching it then my brother passed by my com and laughed -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Going to do work. Bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-250886005800675091?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/250886005800675091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=250886005800675091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/250886005800675091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/250886005800675091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/school-over.html' title='School&amp;#39;s over.'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-6271364225379748414</id><published>2008-05-22T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:48:34.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Quiz'/><title type='text'>Is your birthday day 12 of the month?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Life&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are friendly, humorous and full of energy. You are open-minded and do not care for minor details. Your weak point is your hot temper. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are willing to start off in one-sided love affairs because you strongly believe that you will eventually win his/her heart. On the other hand, once you are together, you always want to do things your way, which is often the fire starter. You usually run in and out of love quickly. &lt;p&gt;Not exactly very true, I don't have a hot temper (I think). Haha. And the love part -.- .... &lt;p&gt;Haha found this thingy at SimHwee's blog. It's apparently made by this guy on his blog &lt;a href="http://unknoown.blogspot.com/2007/09/birthday.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, if anybody wants to know. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-6271364225379748414?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/6271364225379748414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=6271364225379748414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/6271364225379748414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/6271364225379748414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-your-birthday-day-12-of-month.html' title='Is your birthday day 12 of the month?'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-3767034175767442597</id><published>2008-05-22T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T14:49:35.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>die.</title><content type='html'>It's 2.44 pm I am alone in class going for NYSE soon. Today I am damn tired. Don't know why. Maybe sleeping past 12 for the past 3 months makes people tired. Duh it does -.- Eyelids are falling. Die how to survive YO -.- And chinese SIA, though we got an extension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should pack up now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-3767034175767442597?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/3767034175767442597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=3767034175767442597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3767034175767442597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3767034175767442597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/die.html' title='die.'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-3333194678692547329</id><published>2008-05-22T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:09:22.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>GOODNESS I AM BACK AGAIN -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I can't resist myself. Actually I have no mood to do my work. It's 3 minutes to midnight, what do you expect -.- &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now two minutes. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I realised I can't take stress. I pull out my hair when I'm stressed. HAHA kidding -.- I say lame stuff when I am stressed. TRUE. I eat alot when I am stressed. But at THIS time, it's not a very good idea to eat because it is very fattening. Ahh. Hungry. Not hungry. Sleepy. Not sleepy. Bored. Not bored. Crazy. AH YES. CRAZY is correct.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-3333194678692547329?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/3333194678692547329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=3333194678692547329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3333194678692547329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3333194678692547329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/goodness-i-am-back-again.html' title='GOODNESS I AM BACK AGAIN -.-'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-2821065729483654279</id><published>2008-05-21T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:54:00.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>PFFT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm angry. With myself. Because I keep coming back to this stupid blog and posting. Maybe I should try working without Internet connection. Maybe I should just unplug my modem forever. And no more going online. No more distractions. I can box up my life, wrap it up, and hand it in to a teacher. Any teacher. Especially Chinese -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I see the special chinese class people online. Most likely chionging Chinese SIA too -.- Except for Amanda. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-2821065729483654279?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/2821065729483654279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=2821065729483654279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/2821065729483654279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/2821065729483654279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/pfft.html' title='PFFT.'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-1396091259319131911</id><published>2008-05-21T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:44:09.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think I am hyperactive. Or at least I can never settle down to do my Chinese SIA D: Come on, how many months had it been on my "To-do list". 2? 3? And it's not even half done -.- Yes, I quote Audrey, "I don't even think 2 sleepless nights are enough for me to finish them". And EYEBAGS. In addition to YO tomorrow -.- Die lah. Die die die.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wait why am I crapping here -.-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-1396091259319131911?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1396091259319131911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=1396091259319131911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1396091259319131911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1396091259319131911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-5213922605589390306</id><published>2008-05-21T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:38:51.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Introvert</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think I have serious communication problems. Like half the time, on both MSN and normal situations, I sit around thinking of topics to talk about to the other person, always failing to find any. And when the other person says something, I usually just smile and nod. Goodness. Maybe I AM autistic. Or not that serious, introverted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I guess that's the way I am, and sometimes I never feel like talking to anybody. And just sit around, stone and maybe stare at my handphone. Or do really weird actions like playing with my pen cap. Or be really hardworking and start doing homework. It's sometimes quite hard to explain my own behaviour. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Relationships are CHORES -.- Maybe I will start distancing myself from the rest of the world and start being a loner. Then I wouldn't have to worry so much, about all the people and things around me. Okay I am not worrying about people, I'm not that considerate. I worry about myself, that's what selfish people do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Break the bonds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don't know what I am talking about (yet again). Maybe I am possessed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-5213922605589390306?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/5213922605589390306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=5213922605589390306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5213922605589390306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5213922605589390306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/introvert.html' title='Introvert'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-5178836917046228736</id><published>2008-05-21T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:55:27.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Quiz'/><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ripped from Jean's blog &amp;gt;&amp;lt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;NAME: Wu JingTing&lt;br&gt;NICKNAME: JT, jaytee, jayjay, junjie, gaygay.. etc. -.-&lt;br&gt;NAME SPELT BACKWARDS: gniTgniJ uW&lt;br&gt;NAME WITHOUT CONSONANTS: u i i&lt;br&gt;BIRTHDAY: 12 Oct 94&lt;br&gt;ETHNICITY: Chinese! &lt;br&gt;GLASSES OR CONTACTS: NONE :D HAH &lt;br&gt;PETS: Yoyo, Fluffy, Fifi, uh countless weird fishes in my dad's fish tank, Tortoise (I don't think it has a name).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;ANIMAL: Dogs!&lt;br&gt;BAND:Haha. None in particular. I used to like mayday -.-&lt;br&gt;BRAND: Nike. I think.&lt;br&gt;CANDY: Hmm... Yupi Strawberry Kisses! :D I can finish the whole pack in less than a day.&lt;br&gt;CEREAL: Frosties (same, Jean). And honeystars, because it's rainbowish.&lt;br&gt;COLOUR: Orange, black. &lt;br&gt;COOKIE: Uh... Famous Amos (:&lt;br&gt;DISNEY CHARACTER: Uh, I don't know leh. I have a deprived childhood you see.. D:&lt;br&gt;DRINK: Bubble tea. Strawberry Ice Blended. Highly fattening though.&lt;br&gt;FAST FOOD PLACE: Currently? SUBWAY!!! It's the healthiest ever.&lt;br&gt;FOOD: Haha. Quite alot. I eat everything, remember? But today I'm crazy about Subway.&lt;br&gt;HOLIDAY: Favourite holiday. Hmm... This June holidays. I am going to have SO MUCH FUN MAN.&lt;br&gt;ICE CREAM FLAVOUR: Apple sorbet with gummybears!!! &lt;br&gt;MONTH: October! It's money spending month.&lt;br&gt;NUMBER: 13&lt;br&gt;PERFUME: Do I look like I use perfume to you 0.0&lt;br&gt;PIE FLAVOUR: Apple! Or maybe tuna. I'm not very into pies -.- Pi maybe. HAHA&lt;br&gt;PIZZA TOPPING: Hawaiian pizza! With delicious ham and pineapples.&lt;br&gt;RESTRAUNT: If I go to a restaurant I am happy enough -.-&lt;br&gt;SUBJECT IN SCHOOL: Uh, either Math or Science. Haha.&lt;br&gt;TYPE OF MUSIC: CLASSICAL. HAHA -.- actually not really. Anything nice I guess.&lt;br&gt;TYPE OF SANDWICH: Tuna!!! Wahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of your friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;THE BEST ADVISOR: Hmm. Esther! Actually I dunno leh -.-&lt;br&gt;THE BEST HAIR: Hair? 0.0 Tessa's hair is pretty it's like a horse's tail.&lt;br&gt;THE BEST HANDWRITING: Audrey&lt;br&gt;THE DIRTIEST MIND: Uh, Carissa -.-&lt;br&gt;THE FUNNIEST: Amanda.&lt;br&gt;THE LOUDEST: Esther is quite loud. Sometimes. I guess.&lt;br&gt;THE PRETTIEST: I shall not comment. Haha.&lt;br&gt;THE MOST GOOD-LOOKING: I shall not comment either.&lt;br&gt;THE MOST TRUSTING: I dunno leh -.- Lynn?&lt;br&gt;THE NICEST EYES: Tessa&lt;br&gt;THE SHORTEST: Charlotte I think. ShiTing grew taller. Quite alot. HAH shorties :D&lt;br&gt;THE SMARTEST: TESSA -.-&lt;br&gt;THE TALLEST: Rachel Lim? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;ASKED OUT A CRUSH: Nope I don't take initiative.&lt;br&gt;BEEN ON STAGE: Yeah duh. I have stage fright -.-&lt;br&gt;BEEN SCARED TO GET A SHOT: Shot? I think so&lt;br&gt;CHEATED ON A TEST: Do I look like I have lots of integrity? 0.0 Duh I do cheat. HAH&lt;br&gt;CRIED DURING A MOVIE: Yeah. I am a very emotional person -sobs-&lt;br&gt;FELT LIKE YOU DIDN'T BELONG: Haha. LOTS of times D: &lt;br&gt;FOUGHT A BLACK BELT: I am very feminine :D HAHA&lt;br&gt;GONE TO CAMP: OH NO I DIDN'T! (yeah right)&lt;br&gt;KEPT A NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION: I never keep resolutions.&lt;br&gt;KEPT A SECRET FROM EVERYONE: Haha. Some. That are not supposed to be told.&lt;br&gt;STOLEN SOMETHING: I think I did -.- Beware of the JingTing.&lt;br&gt;TOLD A GIRL YOU LIKED HER: Haha yeah. But seriously, no -.-&lt;br&gt;WRITTEN A LOVE POEM: For Lang Arts. If not, I'm not a cheem person.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;CD LISTENED: Jay Chou's latest album -.-&lt;br&gt;MOVIE WATCHED: I think it's Kungfu Dunk -.- Which is very long ago. Busy person mah.&lt;br&gt;PERSON THAT CALLED YOU: Esther?&lt;br&gt;PERSON THAT SAW YOU CRY: Uh, the last time I cried was when? I think it's my mum -.-&lt;br&gt;PERSON YOU WENT TO THE MALL WITH: Mum -.- and brothers&lt;br&gt;SONG LISTENED TO: 最长的电影&lt;br&gt;THING YOU ATE: Erm... I can't remember. What did I eat for dinner again? :/&lt;br&gt;THING YOU DRANK: Weird soup.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes or No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;GROWING UP SCARES ME MORE THAN IT SHOULD: Yeah it does -.- Freaky.&lt;br&gt;I ADORE GETTING MAIL: Mail=more responsibilities and projects. So I guess it's a no.&lt;br&gt;IF AT FIRST YOU DON'T SUCCEED, TRY, TRY AGAIN: I'll get bored of trying and give up.&lt;br&gt;IF YOU COULD DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN THREE WORDS: Uh, weird, weird and weirder.&lt;br&gt;IS YOUR COMPUTER IN YOUR ROOM: No!! D: Parents don't allow.&lt;br&gt;WHAT COLOUR ARE YOUR BED ROOM WALLS: White.&lt;br&gt;WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU'RE BORED: Go online? Blog. Blogsurf.&lt;br&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY: People? Happy things.&lt;br&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU SAD: Sad things. Which aren't very enjoyable.&lt;br&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE THING TO DO ON THE WEEKEND: Be a busy person -.-&lt;br&gt;WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD: feeling fat -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;DONE! OMG JingTing is naughty she wasted half an hour of her CL SIA time doing this -.- BADBAD.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-5178836917046228736?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/5178836917046228736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=5178836917046228736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5178836917046228736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5178836917046228736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-8369787207094400449</id><published>2008-05-21T08:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:58:42.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bone Eater</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;live and suck out all the marrow of life, and not, when I came&lt;br /&gt;to die, discover that I&lt;br /&gt;had not lived."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(grossly misquoted) Henry David Thoreau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cool. Cool Charlotte. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THIS IS THE 100th post! Congratulate me everybody. 100 is quite little but nevermind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sabbaticals now. Journey through the Geo-World -.- Actually it's quite fun. But the class in the History room is like doing MOVIE VIEWING -.- I'm jealous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Charlotte, making partay in your bloggorzzz!  We are making Mobius strips. Add your own accent marks. I have no scissors. Jingting is hmming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Journey, Journey. Jonas journeyed to jail. Jingting journeyed to jujube city. A bemused binturong beset by a band of baby bunnies.  I love my love with a H, because he is Handsome. He lives on the Hill. He feeds upon Ham and Houseflies, and he Handles Horses for a Hundred dollars a Handful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-8369787207094400449?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/8369787207094400449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=8369787207094400449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8369787207094400449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8369787207094400449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/bone-eater.html' title='The Bone Eater'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-6834136888883626399</id><published>2008-05-20T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:33:02.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Sabbaticals</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Anyway. School today, sabbaticals were kind of a waste of time. As I said, I rather have a whole day maybe programming for SMP or doing work -.- Like Chinese SIA, so that I don't have to rush it at home. Which reminds me that I am indeed, quite dead for my Chinese SIA. Come on, extension for like, one week already? D:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Morning we got back our finalized CA marks. I must say I didn't do very bad, but seriously, MSG pulls my marks down. Down down down. Nanyang likes to implement weird new rules that do not go very well with me D: Percentage was so much better lorh, but they JUST HAD to use MSG when I didn't do that badly (for the first time).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think I deproved in Science D: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sort of improved in Maths&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sucked in Chinese. Real badly. But then again I think the whole cohort did badly in general. So its okay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;LA wasn't too bad, but was disappointing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Humanities, History was not very good. But Geog was okay (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt;Shouldn't broadcast my marks out right. Because people will have two different responses: &lt;br&gt;"OMG so lousy lah. She's quite dumb"&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Think that I'm egoing or whatever. But I think the first option is a more possible reaction :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p&gt;I like this blogskin, it's quite nice. I changed it abit! I am so proud of myself I can read codes (: Okay that isn't much of an accomplishment, but yes!! :D I think Jean's skin is very nice. But then she is using it. And I realised her skin is made by DeJun. Who sounds... amusingly familiar (coughelissacough if you are by any chance bloghopping (: ) HAHA.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cool. Blogskinners. I want to make blogskins. But I doubt I have the time to -.- Look at my June holidays schedule man. It's kind of pressurizing. But yet quite fun too. Much better than slacking at least. I think in my schedules I have NO OTHER FREE DAYS except for 20th June and the Sundays -.- And weekdays are mostly full day, from morning to late evening -.- &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Goodness -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh wells it's quite late now I should sleep in case I faint in school tomorrow. Not very likely. But I'm SORT OF on a diet maybe I will faint from lack of food -.- Not very lacking leh. And I ALWAYS go back on my own promises to lose weight. I never resist temptations :/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay goodnight non-existent readers of this blog. Wahahaha. Bye!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-6834136888883626399?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/6834136888883626399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=6834136888883626399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/6834136888883626399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/6834136888883626399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/sabbaticals_20.html' title='Sabbaticals'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-3745116663953482890</id><published>2008-05-20T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:19:56.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>There's no need for apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think I am the one who is supposed to apologise.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh wells. Thankfully it's kind of sorted out. Or it seems to be. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am a weird person, I make weird choices. Against the norm. Which might be good in a way. I like Robert Frost's poem. I think Mr Tan influenced me to like it in P5 -.- He's one of the teachers who I am quite... outspoken to.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Isn't it a very pretty poem?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br&gt;And be one traveller, long I stood&lt;br&gt;And looked down one as far as I could  &lt;p&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;  &lt;p&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;br&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.  &lt;p&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—&lt;br&gt;I took the one less travelled by,&lt;br&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-3745116663953482890?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/3745116663953482890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=3745116663953482890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3745116663953482890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3745116663953482890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-no-need-for-apologies.html' title='There&amp;#39;s no need for apologies'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-385872438780726255</id><published>2008-05-20T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:19:23.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>BUSY!! ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;MY HOLIDAY SCHEDULE IS UP FOR GRABS! (Like anyone will want it) I am very very very very very very very proud of it. Like VERY PROUD. I don't know why either -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hello holidays. You are trying to kill me aren't you -.-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-385872438780726255?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/385872438780726255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=385872438780726255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/385872438780726255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/385872438780726255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/busy.html' title='BUSY!! ):'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-2629383736871753155</id><published>2008-05-19T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:10:22.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God bless</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Bless the people in sichuan. Omg it's damn saddening. Over 30,000 people are dead. How much is that 0.0 I can't imagine. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I guess we are really blessed here, because we never have such earthquakes, thank God. Have to learn to appreciate I guess.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-2629383736871753155?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/2629383736871753155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=2629383736871753155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/2629383736871753155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/2629383736871753155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/bless-people-in-sichua.html' title='God bless'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-4314921601124688575</id><published>2008-05-19T10:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:20:42.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality Test'/><title type='text'>mirrors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay a bit more of blogging before I go off to continue chionging my Chinese SIA and History Assignment -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Was reading my DISC Personality Report again, and I realised some parts of it might be quite true:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;JINGTING is a consistent individual who works to maintain an unchanging environment. She works well with many of the other personality styles because&amp;nbsp; of her controlled and modest behaviour. JINGTING is patient, loyal and helpful to friends. &lt;strong&gt;Friendships are developed slowly&amp;nbsp; and selectively&lt;/strong&gt;. JINGTING is &lt;strong&gt;not bored by routine and works best with guidelines and rules that are clearly spelled out&lt;/strong&gt;. She &lt;strong&gt;may require help and supervision in the initial stages of new projects&lt;/strong&gt;. JINGTING &lt;strong&gt;needs time to adjust to changes and are reluctant to let go of the "old way of doing things"&lt;/strong&gt;. She &lt;strong&gt;will avoid confrontation at almost any cost and will internalise her feelings&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;JINGTING &lt;strong&gt;tends to not be open with information about herself unless she completely trusts an individual.&lt;/strong&gt; She &lt;strong&gt;may be possessive with people or objects, as her greatest fear is loss of security&lt;/strong&gt;. JINGTING is very empathetic and sympathetic to people. JINGTING is a helpful, dedicated person who &lt;strong&gt;likes to be in supportive roles rather than in the forefront&lt;/strong&gt;. She achieves her goals through diligence and steadfastness. JINGTING is committed and can be counted on to be there until the end.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When pushed, JINGTING &lt;strong&gt;can become passively resistant&lt;/strong&gt;. She &lt;strong&gt;uses logic rather than emotion to make decisions&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Once she has made a decision, she will stick to it, even stubbornly, because much time has gone into the decision making process&lt;/strong&gt;. JINGTING &lt;strong&gt;desires security and a calm, steady environment&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;She has a hard time saying "no" to anyone because she longs for&amp;nbsp; "peace at any cost"&lt;/strong&gt;. JINGTING will be around even in tough times and will stay true through it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yeah the bolded parts are quite true, I realised. Cool. Lol -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay back to Chinese SIA -.- When will I ever finish it -.-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-4314921601124688575?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/4314921601124688575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=4314921601124688575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/4314921601124688575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/4314921601124688575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/mirrors.html' title='mirrors.'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-8503993477648911233</id><published>2008-05-19T09:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:21:08.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality Test'/><title type='text'>My personalDNA Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=HLDwaLGDESwYTaV-AH-ACCAA-2a17"&gt;http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=HLDwaLGDESwYTaV-AH-ACCAA-2a17&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-8503993477648911233?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/8503993477648911233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=8503993477648911233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8503993477648911233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8503993477648911233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-personaldna-report.html' title='My personalDNA Report'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-1633619884313611463</id><published>2008-05-18T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:28:29.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>我不配</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I like this song.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irony, isn't it?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;JingTing is trying to undergo some change, and probably turn herself into a better person. Or maybe turn herself into what she was a year ago, which is probably much better and less disillusioned. Now she's exploding from all the crap she has in her brain, and also all the crap she eats -.- &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Boom.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Resist all temptations. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don't think this post is rather understandable -.- Because I myself, don't exactly know what I am talking about. It's just evidence that I, am affecting other people's lives while I happily enjoy screwing my own up. Good job man. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Vesak Day tomorrow, mugging day. Yay -.- I guess parents have high expectations of their children. And for me being such a failure in life, I think I will never live up to my parents'. Goodness. Wait till my report book comes back. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And she might try labelling her blog posts as well. There:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-1633619884313611463?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1633619884313611463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=1633619884313611463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1633619884313611463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1633619884313611463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_18.html' title='我不配'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-2507387964363410807</id><published>2008-05-18T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:44:25.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;it might make me feel better if you start hating me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-2507387964363410807?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/2507387964363410807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=2507387964363410807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/2507387964363410807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/2507387964363410807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-might-make-me-feel-better-if-you.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-4153380024684546854</id><published>2008-05-18T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:41:51.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;30NYSE. jt says (7:40 PM):&lt;br&gt;at least you are just half blur&lt;br&gt;-blank-S(*)P1s says (7:40 PM):&lt;br&gt;you are the other half&lt;br&gt;30NYSE. jt says (7:40 PM):&lt;br&gt;that sounds so romantic&lt;br&gt;30NYSE. jt says (7:40 PM):&lt;br&gt;together we make one&lt;br&gt;30NYSE. jt says (7:40 PM):&lt;br&gt;HAHA&lt;br&gt;-blank-S(*)P1s says (7:40 PM):&lt;br&gt;putuiieee&lt;br&gt;30NYSE. jt says (7:40 PM):&lt;br&gt;putuiieee?!&lt;br&gt;-blank-S(*)P1s says (7:41 PM):&lt;br&gt;i dunno&lt;br&gt;-blank-S(*)P1s says (7:41 PM):&lt;br&gt;a sound i made&lt;br&gt;-blank-S(*)P1s says (7:41 PM):&lt;br&gt;after hearing that &lt;p&gt;HAHA&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-4153380024684546854?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/4153380024684546854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=4153380024684546854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/4153380024684546854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/4153380024684546854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/30nyse.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-9216575868321042068</id><published>2008-05-18T19:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:00:35.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's only when you go out to buy clothes then you realise how fat you are, because most of the time at home you stay away from the mirror.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shoot I think I really need to small-en my appetite. Like half of it. And half of my normal appetite = a normal person's appetite. So that's not exactly counted as dieting :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And exercise -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;D: phat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-9216575868321042068?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/9216575868321042068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=9216575868321042068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/9216575868321042068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/9216575868321042068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/fat.html' title='fat'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-3614781295089128519</id><published>2008-05-17T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:58:09.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choices.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I took the one less travelled by&lt;br&gt;And that has made all the difference&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Two choices, one to be a super guai super nerdy super angelic person, and the other, is probably to follow my heart. Well morally, one is more right than the other, but I obviously I prefer the other choice.&amp;nbsp; Now, which path is the less travelled by?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In life you have to make the right choices. But both of them look right to me -.- -.- -.- -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; am really really very sorry for causing this, and if I did not appear at that moment a few months ago I'm sure this would not happen AT ALL -.- along with other things.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;HOW D:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-3614781295089128519?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/3614781295089128519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=3614781295089128519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3614781295089128519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3614781295089128519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/choices.html' title='choices.'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-6844118649780568289</id><published>2008-05-17T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:07:39.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;31NYSE. jt says (10:03 PM):&lt;br&gt;hello mr guo!&lt;br&gt;derrick says (10:03 PM):&lt;br&gt;hello&lt;br&gt;31NYSE. jt says (10:04 PM):&lt;br&gt;do you still remember me? haha &lt;br&gt;derrick says (10:05 PM):&lt;br&gt;yes yes, jj lin jun jie&lt;br&gt;derrick says (10:05 PM):&lt;br&gt;yes?&lt;br&gt;31NYSE. jt says (10:05 PM):&lt;br&gt;HAHA yes &lt;p&gt;Uh, that's a very interesting way to remember somebody 0.0 well at least I'm significant enough.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-6844118649780568289?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/6844118649780568289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=6844118649780568289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/6844118649780568289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/6844118649780568289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/00.html' title='0.0'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-7251574532765821410</id><published>2008-05-17T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:20:01.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday didn't turn out very bad (: Yay. Dinner at KFC, I didn't have table manners again, but who cares. Maybe I need to learn to be more ladylike and feminine and less cannibalistic -.- Then we were late for choir concert, but made it in time before the doors were closed, thank goodness. Choir concert was quite okay, TzeHui looked very cute (as usual) and Amanda was DAMN skinny -.- her gown looks baggy-ish on her -.- Dang -.- Lynn's dad fetched me home (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today open house, rather boring. And hot and stuffy. Repeated Borodin and Tango again and again and again. Screwed third and fourth movements though &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Because I wasn't really concentrating and was letting my mind wander into I-don't-know-where.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Had prata with Grace before YO. It feels rather weird to start YO again -.- but it was quite fun (: lol -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Random pictures:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SC7NU_G-iwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/g4WIHmY0jgY/s1600-h/A008%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A008" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SC7NV_G-ixI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DebfNaiwHTI/A008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;HAHA. This is evidence of the mysterious ghost during SMP the other day. "OMG my mouse is moving by itself!" HAHA&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SC7NWvG-iyI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6OHaOe2u8rw/s1600-h/A040%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A040" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SC7NXPG-izI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6qmz2T7yl94/A040_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;This thing moves. And makes a weird sound like "grr" -.- Science centre anyway.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SC7NYPG-i0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/oMeMtgKZzCg/s1600-h/A046%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A046" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SC7NY_G-i1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/w4QKiLvz570/A046_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Yes, this is the sacred astronaut ice cream. I aspire to be an astronaut.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SC7NZvG-i2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/w00iXbbijsY/s1600-h/A007%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A007" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SC7NafG-i3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/H-ScxzrVSW4/A007_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;Carissa's interesting gay theorem 0.0 interesting. And I suppose the "June Holidays" is written by lynn. I'm looking forward to holidays, though it would be extremely extremely busy -.- Let's see: 1st two weeks there's SMP full time attachment, 3rd week to NY, 4th week probably set aside for mugging -.- yeah but I'm once again not going to keep on task. Plans are not meant to be followed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SC7NbvG-i4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/uHi69tF_JnQ/s1600-h/A043%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A043" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SC7NcPG-i5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/MwHUyx1xQmY/A043_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;This, is a pretty picture, though my photographing skills aren't very good -.-&amp;nbsp; Nothing else to say. Lol -.-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-7251574532765821410?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/7251574532765821410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=7251574532765821410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7251574532765821410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7251574532765821410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-didnt-turn-out-very-bad-yay.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SC7NV_G-ixI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DebfNaiwHTI/s72-c/A008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-2546889501137559361</id><published>2008-05-16T14:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:38:34.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in class now! And SimHwee is sitting beside me playing my weird phone game. Haha -.- we're the only two in class because she is waiting for CCA to start and I'm waiting for 2.35 to come so that I will head downstairs for CCA CIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read some blog, and I realised I have been a very very bad girl D: D: D: D: even though it MIGHT not be talking about me (I'm quite sure it is). Yeap. Must do abit of self reflection :/ :/ :/ whoops sorry. MIGHT NOT, doesn't mean that it IS NOT. Whoops. Whoops. &gt;&lt; &gt;&lt; &gt;&lt; &gt;&lt; &gt;&lt; "be nicer next time" Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gasps- 2.35 already. SimHwee is very amusing she has weird imagination. Okay I shall head downstairs now... D: Bye Fweefwee. Steal the computer! Bye!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-2546889501137559361?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/2546889501137559361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=2546889501137559361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/2546889501137559361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/2546889501137559361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-in-class-now-and-simhwee-is-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-6856541328879062714</id><published>2008-05-15T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:56:31.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sabbaticals!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Got back all our results today, I must say some are alarming and some are disappointing. Quite disappointing indeed. Lol -.- I can't wait till report book day man. Will get a big big big big scolding (I hope not, but I think I will) But I told my mum to prepare for the worst already.. So hope she doesn't mind. She doesn't sound like she minds anyway. LA was rather horrible. Okay not really lah, but still relatively horrible D: Chinese (okay this one I got it back quite long ago but I didn't really think about it until today) is quite pathetic. Quite. Pfft. Disappointed. I shall try mugging more for the next blocks. But then got NY trip and Italy so maybe not very possible -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I strongly disapprove of the new MSG grading system it's lousy. It's for those averagely/superbly good in ALL subjects people, so those who are really pathetically bad in some subjects get their marks pulled down by quite alot &amp;gt;&amp;lt; I prefer percentages. Heh. But then shouldn't complain about my marks its already over. And come on, I didn't do THAT badly :D Yay. Lol -.- Grades is a very sensitive topic. Shh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am looking forward to tomorrow. It better turn out nice because I am rarely looking forward to days so badly. Okay maybe not THAT badly. But tomorrow got DATE! HAHAHA kidding -.- I can't probably date a group of people right -.- And tomorrow is the FIRST DAY OF SABBTICALS. WAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dang after reading Amanda's blog I kind of feel rather fat -.- NOOOOOO D: D: D: I shall DIET. HAHA kidding -.- I don't think I will ever bear to. FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay bye I'm fat I go emo D: LOL -.- tomorrow!!! I'll probably eat alot again, because my mum donated money to this poor soul dying of hunger D: Lol -.- Wonder what we are having for dinner. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-6856541328879062714?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/6856541328879062714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=6856541328879062714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/6856541328879062714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/6856541328879062714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/sabbaticals.html' title='sabbaticals!'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-2326937545417305433</id><published>2008-05-14T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:52:06.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello world</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Haven't blogged for, quite a while. Anyway tomorrow is Thursday! I like Thursdays (: Because the next day is Friday which means the start of sabbaticals (: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today was a slack day, first period CME, played some chinese cheng yu thing. Then History, watched that WWII thing and part of The Samurai. Geog watched some volcano documentary(?), I wasn't paying attention. LA watched other groups present their poem. Then watched The Devil Wears Prada! It's very nice. Haha. Assembly watched that weird drama thing with puppetry. I like that ducky guy he's damn cute. As in the duck, not the guy -.- Slackest day so far yeah. Cool (: Lol -.- &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then went SMP talk thing. The food was quite nice, at least it revived me from copying the whole set of powerpoint slides. Joyan you should have come -.- Haha. Then after that, we ended early, so decided to go home ourselves instead of getting fetched by my mum who was going to be 1 hour late -.- Bought ASTRONAUT ICE-CREAM. Damn cool I tell you, you should try it. And nonono TzeHui you cannot insult the sacred Astronaut Ice-cream and it doesn't taste like milk powder (okay actually it sort of does -.-) It's quite ex. I spent loads of money today D: My wallet is... Empty-ish -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope one day money will drop down from my room's ceiling. HAHA -.- Okay no more distractions, back to CHINESE SIA D:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-2326937545417305433?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/2326937545417305433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=2326937545417305433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/2326937545417305433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/2326937545417305433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-world.html' title='hello world'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-3499921672566645278</id><published>2008-05-11T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:59:43.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh, Mother's Day I almost forgot. Uh, Happy Mother's Day, mum. I hope you NEVER EVER come upon this post. Lol -.- If you do I faint. Who wants their parents to read their blogs anyway.&amp;nbsp; It's invading privacy. Okay not really, since blogs public -.- I'm not making sense.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, Mother's Day. I should treasure it &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Really should. Oh wells.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-3499921672566645278?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/3499921672566645278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=3499921672566645278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3499921672566645278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3499921672566645278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-mothers-day-i-almost-forgot.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-1188055297782383243</id><published>2008-05-11T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T18:26:22.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I HAVE NEW FOOLSCAP PAPER! WAHAHAHA. Okay lame sorry. But I haven't had new foolscap paper for years since the ones I bought came in stacks of what, 500? And last time I bought two stacks. Which means I finally finished 1000 pieces of paper. Yay. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But this time its weird A.ZONE paper which is quite weird. And it is binded together. I don't like binded together ones D: But I guess I have to make do with this one. Lol -.- A very weird topic to post on, but I am running out of things to say. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-1188055297782383243?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1188055297782383243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=1188055297782383243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1188055297782383243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1188055297782383243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-new-foolscap-paper-wahahaha.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-2851698253866249123</id><published>2008-05-10T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:47:13.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am saddened by some thing which doesn't affect me in anyway and I don't exactly know that person and I don't think that person even knows my name but I Am still saddened. It's.. a pity. And quite ironic. Oh wells. God bless. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nothing much happened yesterday. Oh wait, alot of things happened yesterday (: Hmm.. napfa was sucky, but I don't feel like retesting because its a waste of time. At least I passed (: And I sort of remained my standard, didn't improve nor deprove (I just realised that "deprove" is a slang 0.0) and Thank God I didn't die (: nothing else to post about, need to do Chinese SIA or I will need to rush for the next few days o.o I think I die for chinese cos everybody else in that class is so damn pro that I feel damn zibei even sitting in the corner of the class. Maybe its their proness that makes their class so stuffy. That's why some corners of our class so stuffy too. In fact, our whole class is stuffy except for the corner I am sitting in. Excluding Carissa's seat. Hahahaha (: It's very cool down there (: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So yes. Off to do chinese. Bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-2851698253866249123?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/2851698253866249123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=2851698253866249123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/2851698253866249123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/2851698253866249123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-saddened-by-some-thing-which.html' title='&amp;gt;&amp;lt;'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-1406309403811304693</id><published>2008-05-09T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:50:05.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;(: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-1406309403811304693?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1406309403811304693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=1406309403811304693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1406309403811304693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1406309403811304693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_09.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-8000310614290934498</id><published>2008-05-08T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:23:05.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay I think I am REALLY sick :/ and 2.4 tomorrow should I skip it? But if I run when I am sick I might die right. As in literally die because that was what happened on some poor guy last year. I think. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My nose is like a.. leaking tap now -.- and I feel rather feverish. Maybe its lack of sleep. MAYBE. I shall sleep early today and see if I get better tomorrow (: Or maybe its because of the weather. But then again, 2.4 IS TOMORROW oh my goodness. My butt-ache and thigh-ache haven't exactly gone off yet. 0.0 nvm nvm. Won't die. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://pchanez.club.fr/Himalaya/yak.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A. Yak. I don't see any resemblance of this to Shi Ting 0.0 And its face isn't very distinguishable it's sort of like in a mess o.o (like mine, I know) the picture lah. I think yaks are cute HAHA. Shi Ting looks more like a.. bird than a yak (: in a good way haha. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wronged a lot of people :/ 不可以只看别人的表面 wahaha sorry lousy chinese crapping -.- nvm nvm nvm. Night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-8000310614290934498?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/8000310614290934498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=8000310614290934498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8000310614290934498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8000310614290934498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/sick.html' title='sick ):'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-8079693482455266669</id><published>2008-05-07T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:01:02.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick-ish</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have a sore sore sore sore sore throat D: D: well its nothing bad because I have nothing much to lose anyway. I seldom use my throat. Because I seldom talk. HAHA -.- and my non-existent muscles are aching once again -.-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-8079693482455266669?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/8079693482455266669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=8079693482455266669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8079693482455266669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8079693482455266669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/sick-ish.html' title='sick-ish'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-7615485116387431701</id><published>2008-05-07T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:07:42.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tired tired tired oh my goodness -.- I am like half falling asleep now, at 6.30 PM. -.- ah. NAPFA was crap, shall not elaborate. Now my (non-existent) muscles are aching all over -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Got back Maths CA1 marks today. I did.. quite okay? Lol -.- got nothing to say. Maybe if I hand up my corrections tomorrow I could add a few decimals (: Hopefully. Chinese marks were -.- but I guess its rather average compared to the five people from special chinese class. Lol special chinese class makes it sound so... I-dunno-what-ish -.- okay nvm. History was okay I guess, rather average too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2.4 this Friday. Oh my guosh -.- I am afraid that my (non-existent) muscles won't stop aching. Either that or the weather is so damn freaking hot that I start melting before I even move -.- ): ):&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am looking forward to sabbaticals because there is nothing else to look forward to. Maybe the resuming of YO. Then June holidays. Somehow I am looking forward to full time SMP attachment -.- I must be getting crazy. But the pantry in the lab is damn fun I tell you. Unlimited supply of milo HAHA. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dinner now. Bye&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-7615485116387431701?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/7615485116387431701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=7615485116387431701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7615485116387431701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7615485116387431701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-1625181849832818639</id><published>2008-05-04T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:18:13.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I feel, fattened -.-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-1625181849832818639?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1625181849832818639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=1625181849832818639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1625181849832818639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1625181849832818639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-feel-fattened.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-8573543857527400080</id><published>2008-05-03T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:53:18.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jinx</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lynn likes to jinx me o.o&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Carissa: "They (people on 我不配 MV) talk very funny leh"&lt;br&gt;Lynn and I: "I like..."&lt;br&gt;Lynn: "Jinx -.-"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway. I oiled Lynn's phone because SHE&amp;nbsp; DOESN'T TAKE GOOD CARE OF HER PHONE &amp;gt;&amp;lt; and its rusty -.- then she smsed me something that was horribly amusing that I laughed my head off -.- Lol I shall not embarrass her by putting it here (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Carissa and TzeHui are amused by my massage chair. Lol. I bet everytime Carissa comes to my house she looks forward to sitting on it. It makes people feel.. Violated -.-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-8573543857527400080?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/8573543857527400080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=8573543857527400080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8573543857527400080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8573543857527400080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/jinx.html' title='jinx'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-1289529737045996056</id><published>2008-05-03T16:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T16:47:50.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I need to thank those people who are there for me because the next moment they might be gone. Thank you (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yesterday was the last day with Mr. Guo, so had half of his period slacking and talking about random stuff. He supposedly talks like Kevin. Lol I never got to know Kevin, but Lynn and Jean says they talk in the same way. Lol. I think he is sort of like Amanda cos they both have amusing expressions after they say things -.- Anyway. Goodbye Mr Guo. See you around in school when you come back, and most likely you might forget my name because I am a very insignificant person &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then PE. Wahaha I must thank Jean for encouraging me. Because her encouraging works. Quite alot (: Serving assessments, got 22, which is reasonably good I guess? What a miracle. NAPFA next week. Oh my guosh. HAHA GUO-SH.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Esther you owe me my letter. And I owe people letters too (whoops). Maybe I shall try to be nice and reply SimHwee, but I have nothing to reply about. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lynn, Carissa and TzeHui are coming over in, 14mins. Or SUPPOSED to come over at 5. But Lynn missed her stop -.- -.-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-1289529737045996056?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1289529737045996056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=1289529737045996056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1289529737045996056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1289529737045996056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-to-thank-those-people-who-are.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-6417158061331166160</id><published>2008-05-03T14:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T14:16:53.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-6417158061331166160?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/6417158061331166160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=6417158061331166160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/6417158061331166160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/6417158061331166160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/border1-width450-border0-width450.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-5805913862282059150</id><published>2008-05-02T09:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:30:15.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>71st post -.-</title><content type='html'>THIS IS MY 71st post!!!! WAHAHAHA I AM SO LOUSY -.- everybody has like 100+ D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;Lynn is a very NICE PERSON?! COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH. CHOKES. DIES. &gt;&lt; hahaha she reminds me of somebody -.- and she went. Okay nevermind I forgot what I said. I FORGOT!!!! SERIOUSLY. JingTing is not funny. I where got bluff people. Hoho Heehee. Harhar. Hurrhurr. Lynn types without capital letters. 0.0 but i can type without them too. like this. but i dont like. wahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Lynn is getting attracted to a blog that reminds her of herself O.o Amusing -.- wahaha maybe you two should add each other on msn and see how alike you are. But lynn always appears offline -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HomeEc now, there's this weird video playing on how to cook.. patties? Dunno I'm not paying attention. As usual -.- Everybody here is like either blogsurfing or blogging. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY!!!! Was Labour Day. Went Esther's house for fun. Her House Is Damn Freaking Big I Tell You. She is a freaking rich person -.- I am jealous D: D: D: D: (DIGRESSION: ILOVEJEAN &lt;3 HAHA) Yay jean, &lt;3 muacks. Hi jean.&lt;br /&gt;That was Jean, obviously. Anyway. -continues- -now where was I?- Watched Death Note!!! Wahaha. It's quite nice actually. Quite cool. And Esther's movie room is like.. Damn cool. Haha don't know what else to say -.- I AM JEALOUS I TELL YOU. One day I will marry a rich man and get rich. Or I can work hard myself to get rich which is not really possible -.- And I ate weird microwave popcorn from the microwave (duh -.-) and chips and weird pistachios which I found lying on the table. And ate haagen daz ice cream because The Esther only eats branded ice cream D: Then we went around to use her com, stalk weird people and stuff. Wahaha -.- (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird. The resemblance is rather, uncanny -.- UNCANNY wahaha its an amusing word. Un-can-ny. I am un-cup-py (this is not meant to be sick -.-) . Lol -.- Lame. You are a granny. Hello granny. Bye granny. Bye (non-existant) readers of my blog. I shall deceive myself and say that thousands of people read my blog but they are too shy to tag. So now I encourage all shy people to tag my blog -.- Lol stupid. But nevermind -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi i nearly delted jt's post, haha jean rocks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. I love Jean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-5805913862282059150?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/5805913862282059150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=5805913862282059150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5805913862282059150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5805913862282059150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/05/71st-post.html' title='71st post -.-'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-880713456684594928</id><published>2008-04-30T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T20:57:10.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am a very optimistic person and shall not be emo over substantial things. And curse or do anything stupid. Yup. And I won't post mean stuff on my blog either, because I know nobody likes that. I just have to say that, I don't know what I did wrong and whatever. And I don't exactly care about how people comment on my looks. I am ugly, thank you (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If I go emo, Lynn will twitch at my blog. And go "I don't like you". And I don't exactly like to be emo either. So. YAY (:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-880713456684594928?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/880713456684594928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=880713456684594928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/880713456684594928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/880713456684594928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-very-optimistic-person-and-shall.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-6466948863318812401</id><published>2008-04-30T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:00:01.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;今天是CSM, 我玩得（不是）很开心。Haha, actually quite okay lah. Was quite boring at first, but got better in the end.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hmm, morning Mum dropped me off at Cheers, bought Ruffles then walked opposite to HCI. Saw Shi Ting on the overhead bridge so I walked over with her and sat with her during CSM. Then got rather bored and walked around the campus with her (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then after that we were bored so we went back, Tessa called me to tell me that somebody was looking for me O.o in the end that person ran away, so I joined Jean and Audrey and Venus to wander around. Saw CanXiang. It's amazing how much he changed man. Changed as in changed for the better. HAHA. I almost couldn't recognize him -.- And apparently he grew taller and skinnier. Lol. SOMEBODY got good taste and foresight ah.. (cough cough cough)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Met Lynn, continued talking abit to CanXiang, then asked to look for Sarah's look-alike. They really DO LOOK ALIKE, maybe they're long lost relatives or something o.O Then her look-alike was being shy and didn't want to come out. HAHA. He got cooler hair though. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Continued wandering around searching for random people, saw gordon, konkit, YJ, etc etc. YJ was like: -points at me- "You changed ALOT." I think he changed quite alot too. Lol -.- But his hair...... O.o&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then after CSM, me Jean and Kylie and two juniors went back to NYPS for fun. Rather nostalgic.. Played abit of basketball with some random yellow medicine ball on the ground -.- Then went to Island Creamery (: I like island creamery. Wahaha. Lol -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tomorrow is labour day! I intend to do Geog SIA but then.. I don't think I can bring myself to do it. Lol ): See how then..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nothing much to post about today. Viola lesson later O: okay bye haha. And I BET there are less than five people reading my blog a day. So.. Bye. -.-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-6466948863318812401?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/6466948863318812401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=6466948863318812401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/6466948863318812401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/6466948863318812401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/csm.html' title='CSM'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-3277340584977196173</id><published>2008-04-29T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:25:37.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It was Yoyo's birthday yesterday. &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOYO!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are now officially a 4 year-old bitch. That's not very old. Haha continue living your slack life on the sofa (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, CSM tomorrow. Muahahaha. Might go back to NYPS? Dunno. And visit the teachers. And they will go "JingTing, you got FATTER." Gosh -.- and will see ex-NYPS guys. Not very interesting though -.- And probably show Sarah how zc looks like because she really really looks like him 0.o&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And today was a rather boring day. Very boring indeed. Lol, and it's the second last lesson with Mr Guo then he is LEAVING D: D: D: Today he played basketball with Jean and the rest, Lynn and I were spying from upstairs (for a few minutes) and HE IS DAMN PRO OH MY GOODNESS -.- &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I wrote him the farewell note, it's quite weird and at the bottom I went "P.S. STAY HOT. HAHAHA" HAHAHA -.- But to tell the truth, he IS really QUITE. QUITE. And I am not falling in love with him because that's very.. gross -.- (cough Carissa cough again). Muahaha. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I recently realised I am turning quite gay. Must be Carissa's influence. WHAT A GREAT DESK PARTNER. But she is also sort of influenced by me to eat during class. HAHA. And she got smarter than smart sitting next to me. Or maybe I got dumber. Okay she got smarter I got dumber, that's why the big contrast -.- Yeah she damn pro. I damn zibei -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Block tests is after Italy trip, which means I probably need to mug BEFORE Italy trip, or during Italy trip. Dang D: And I want to go for that GE camp. It sounds fun. Okay Italy sounds funner.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dang I have SMP Progress Report to do. O.o Okay bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-3277340584977196173?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/3277340584977196173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=3277340584977196173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3277340584977196173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3277340584977196173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-was-yoyos-birthday-yesterday.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-2733169542373637920</id><published>2008-04-29T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:42:07.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz thingy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;br&gt;Hmm. Hmm. That's very very far far far far far far away. FAR. Hmm. 28? It just sounds like a nice age to marry at. HAHA -.- hmm. Don't want to get married too early like Ms Goh or something, quite scary O.O  &lt;p&gt;2. Have you given your first kiss away?&lt;br&gt;What do you think? To my mum, maybe. And I don't intend to give it away in the next few years o.o unless I go crazy -.-  &lt;p&gt;3. Who is the person you trust most?&lt;br&gt;Hmm, my mum? Lol. She never lied to me before (I think). Not dad. Dad is 0.0 And friends, hmm I only trust those who I am relatively close to (unfortunately), but should not trust everybody right? Later trust too many people they will get back at you.  &lt;p&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br&gt;Hmm. Confidence ah. I am not confident enough to say that I am confident (:  &lt;p&gt;5. If sacrificing something of yours would bring happiness to another, would you do it?&lt;br&gt;I think so, if that another person means alot to me.  &lt;p&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br&gt;I saw one before. Or maybe its an optical illusion, but anyway I still believe in it. I believe that every cloud has a silver lining too (HAHA)  &lt;p&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;br&gt;My sane-ness.  &lt;p&gt;8. Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;br&gt;Wah. If I can live forever, I might believe in it. Unfortunately I can't. HAHA okay seriously? I don't think so.. I get sick of things easily &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;  &lt;p&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br&gt;Hmm. HMM. HMMMMMMMMMM. I might, if I go crazy enough (: I once did. But sometimes I won't lah. Depends on my, Mood. LOL  &lt;p&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br&gt;Fweefwee!! Dearest little sister (: Haha she indirectly tagged me, because she went "everyone in 213 who has a blog, do it".&lt;br&gt;#1 Very very very nice? (: (: (: &lt;br&gt;#2 Awfully tall.. This brother here is feeling rather zibei ):&lt;br&gt;#3 Interesting person to talk to, which reminds me that I owe you your letter for... 7 weeks? &amp;gt;&amp;lt;  &lt;p&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br&gt;Uh, cute (quotes SimHwee) "in his own way". Muahahaha. Cannot too ugly lah, because ugly+ugly=VERY UGLY. Not good. HAHA -.- And he has to give me "a sense of security" and be nice (: 0.0 and taller than me. HAHA. And fatter too, if not I will feel very zibei &amp;gt;&amp;lt;  &lt;p&gt;12. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br&gt;Hate, is a very strong word. Very extreme. I shall use "dislike" instead. Hmm, to think about it, I dislike people who gets pissed at almost every single thing in life. Not exactly very good for health. And also people who try too hard to achieve what they want to get. Well.. and attention seekers -.- But I don't exactly show that I am pissed unless that person is close to me. Weird I know. Lynn says I have a fake smile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br&gt;I want to be a rich person. I'm money minded I know.  &lt;p&gt;14. Shoot, shag, marry?&lt;br&gt;Uh. Shoot: Shoot down a bird from that tree outside my house. And probably my hamster too because its making alot of noise -.- Shag: Hmm, I dunno leh. Marry: Erm, anyone marry-able. HAHA -.- kidding. Don't know.  &lt;p&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br&gt;People. Relationships/friendships. Money $$ HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;16. Do you find it a need for you to have a boyfriend / girlfriend?&lt;br&gt;I find it a need for me to get a girlfriend (: I have lots. HAHAHAHA kidding kidding. Hmm.. I think I will choose air over a boyfriend. Or water, or space, or SUNLIGHT. HAHA -.- &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;17. At this point in time, would you rather stay in your comfort zone or try something new?&lt;br&gt;Comfort zone. Haha. I don't like new things. I don't really like old either. :/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;18. Tell me five things that we don't know about you.&lt;br&gt;#1: I AM REALLY FAT. Seriously, nobody knows how fat I really am. Not even my mum. Really.&lt;br&gt;#2: I imagine myself being a really really rich person living in a bungalow with a olympic sized swimming pool (: and have a very very very pretty sports car. &lt;br&gt;#3: I secretly want to be famous so I can be RICH. Lol and anyway being famous is fun.&lt;br&gt;#4: I. Have. Nothing. To. Write. For. This. One. I BET YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT.&lt;br&gt;#5: I get jealous very easily &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Of many things. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;19. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br&gt;My anti-socialness. It's not very nice to be antisocial but sometimes I can't help it :/ Yup.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;20. If you have quarrelled with your friend, what would you do?Hmm, I will avoid her. Wahaha. But I seldom quarrel with people (Do I? O.o) And most of the times it's people getting pissed at me and not the other way round. Oh wells. :/ Hmm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Haha anybody who wants to rip this quiz can rip it. Lol -.-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-2733169542373637920?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/2733169542373637920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=2733169542373637920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/2733169542373637920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/2733169542373637920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/quiz-thingy.html' title='quiz thingy'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-7628031515333065645</id><published>2008-04-29T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T06:55:11.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to my dearest Shi Ting, who didn't do her Physics worksheet. SHOO go do your worksheet. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha what to talk about? She (forcefully) made me to write a dedication for her O.O Hmm.. Thank you for being such a short person to make me feel tall and wonderful. HAHAHA(: okay okay I stop being mean. You damn skinny also-.- and your skirt is always amazingly short -.- and being so NICE to tag my blog (: And don't try to be mean and not tag D: D: D: hahaha I will always remember you, twit. (: twit twit twit. wahahaha. iie lurbbxzxzxz euuu (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-7628031515333065645?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/7628031515333065645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=7628031515333065645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7628031515333065645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7628031515333065645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-post-is-dedicated-to-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-986861429738416851</id><published>2008-04-27T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:14:58.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Muahaha haven't blogged for 1 day. Okay that's quite.. Little -.- Good improvement, JingTing! -pops champagne- HAHA -.- and Shi Ting nooooooooooooooooooo pleeeassseeeeee TAAAG MEEEEEE I BEEEGGG YOUUUUU -.- HAHAHA. But I bet you will be so tempted to tag this wonderful blog that &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hmm, shall start talking about yesterday. CSP!!! Wahahahahha LAST DAY. Do you hear me? L-A-S-T-D-A-Y. MUAHAHAHAHA. Anyway, it was a rather memorable last day, cos the uber nice librarian gave us some stocktaking thing. But she split Carissa and Me and Tessa up D: Poor Carissa. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, photos -rummages for phone- :&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRRtixbt_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/38VTWcL_Gv0/s1600-h/A009%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A009" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRRuCxbuAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ok7JpZJz94c/A009_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Tessa packing the bags into the box. Wahaha. I realised there are only two pictures of me. Which I am not going to post to embarass myself :/ &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRRvSxbuBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/45An48KfGeI/s1600-h/A010%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A010" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRRvyxbuCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ewt8veTZahU/A010_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;"Look at my beautiful Prada bag!"&lt;br&gt;I took a photo of her, then she went "Eh wait have to show the smug look on my face" lol&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRRwyxbuDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K_Q8bN2F7ds/s1600-h/A017%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A017" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRRxixbuEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZNz_x6oaVLA/A017_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;So it became like that -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRRySxbuFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DEA1JzpFcJo/s1600-h/A022%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A022" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRRyyxbuGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7aKRPInTxVU/A022_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;"I am shelving books into the BRA section! Yay"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRRzyxbuHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1mop9Xg3bDI/s1600-h/A024%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A024" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRR0ixbuII/AAAAAAAAAFc/7OHqbyqxk3g/A024_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;"Now I'm shelving this book back. Hmm, I wonder where do I put it."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRR1yxbuJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/j8TU0YMH3rs/s1600-h/A027%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A027" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRR2ixbuKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/X-B-qcnM39Y/A027_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;"The trolley is rather fun."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRR3ixbuLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XaRZxmfCPSE/s1600-h/A028%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A028" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRR4SxbuMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/nVtylAuvejY/A028_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;"OH YEAH it is!" LOL -rocks forwards and backwards-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then we went for dinner at Botak Jones after buying our last round of waffles and bubble tea (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRR5SxbuNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/L0sdXakD--I/s1600-h/A032%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A032" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRR6CxbuOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EDjyIrqqvTY/A032_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Carissa's smiley on her plate. Gosh look at the oil 0.0&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRR7SxbuPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KNpLbEtaZUc/s1600-h/A031%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A031" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRR8CxbuQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RnmAdUxEQpo/A031_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Mine, which looks so much cuter and uses more creative things. Lol. And theres not as much oil (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRR9SxbuRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OCsMQwK0IjI/s1600-h/A033%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A033" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRR9yxbuSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7tbINfvsVHQ/A033_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;This will be my dp one day. HAHA. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lol, then we were watching football and witnessing Man U losing to Chelsea. Carissa was like "Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!!"&amp;nbsp; -bangs table very hard- -man sitting next to us stares and laughs- Amusing. Then we ate, and as usual I ate the most -.- Went home at 10.30. Wahaha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today! Went to TzeHui's house. My third time there. Third? Yes third. Haha I like her com its big and cool. We watched MVs and did our poems o.0 yup. And I'm supposed to analyse some "No, thank you, John" by Christina Rossetti. Quite.. Interesting I must say.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then after that went J8, realised I didn't bring my wallet -.- Yup, or maybe I lost it -.- haven't checked yet. Lynn was being really really really really nice. THANK YOU LYNN!&lt;br&gt;"You never eat this (sushi) before right"&lt;br&gt;"Yup"&lt;br&gt;-looks at Lynn-&lt;br&gt;"You are looking at me right, I can read your mind."&lt;br&gt;HAHAHA. So she treated me to that eventually. Yay. Lynn is a nice person (: &amp;gt;&amp;lt; I'm very materialistic -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then walked around NTUC eating sushi, looked around at random food downstairs, then went around looking for nice Nike schoolbags and (erm.) sports thingy. Thingy. THINGY. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yup, mum fetched me home after that, since I didn't bring my wallet. Haha. Quite dumb right, go out never bring wallet. Oh wells. -.- I must learn to be more.. Independent (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some more random photos taken I-don't-know-when:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRR-yxbuTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_t-iiuONHBg/s1600-h/A000%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A000" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRR_ixbuUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qjjXctPCSqY/A000_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Me (left) and Amanda (right,duh) , though I am obviously very very beautified. Lol we are intending to wear this for Sec 4 Graces camp (: Tuxedo. How cool. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRSAyxbuVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Gc2Hggditu8/s1600-h/A003%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A003" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRSBSxbuWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/r99qM-g4Ouo/A003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;I have to walk home on this unlit path of weird thingies everytime I go home myself :/ quite scary huh. Actually its quite lit because its next to the main road. Or maybe I am a scaredy cat (: Yay. Lol -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRSCSxbuXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/1732SwHDfLw/s1600-h/A004%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A004" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRSDCxbuYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lDHknMRHnh8/A004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Did this in Amanda's house. Orange (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRSDyxbuZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SZFWAs1hI98/s1600-h/A008%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A008" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRSEixbuaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/svKJVl48X48/A008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Venus' weird finger guard. Branded somemore 0.0 Speaking of Venus, I hope her scary stalker shows herself and returns everything she stole from Venus. 0.0 &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRSFixbubI/AAAAAAAAAH0/y2vulJQkbIc/s1600-h/A011%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A011" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRSGyxbucI/AAAAAAAAAH8/GARXclzBrHk/A011_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Our class! Now you see why we always get E -.- Actually its not that messy leh. 0.0&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRSHixbudI/AAAAAAAAAIE/c6x2Kdcr0nw/s1600-h/A016%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A016" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRSICxbueI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4-N-jUzl62o/A016_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Mr Lee's phone. Very very very pretty! (: Lol its weird branded. But I wouldn't mind one like that. I think its very ex 0.0&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lol that's about it. Rather long post, lots of pictures. I'm satisfied. HAHA -.- okay BYE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-986861429738416851?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/986861429738416851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=986861429738416851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/986861429738416851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/986861429738416851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/yay-life.html' title='yay life'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SBRRuCxbuAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ok7JpZJz94c/s72-c/A009_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-545114922029301579</id><published>2008-04-25T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:29:16.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;FINALLY. Finished History SIA. Which we are supposed to hand up tomorrow. Wait. Today -.- I need to pack my bag for PE LATER HAHA -.- Bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-545114922029301579?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/545114922029301579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=545114922029301579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/545114922029301579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/545114922029301579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/zzz.html' title='zzz'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-1726033037040659079</id><published>2008-04-24T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:12:41.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When I do work I eat alot. Explains my getting fatness -.- ): ): ): I need to solidify my fats. Wait for NAPFA to come bah. Then I might try exercising ABIT. Die. Must control my.. (erm) appetite. Lol&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-1726033037040659079?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1726033037040659079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=1726033037040659079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1726033037040659079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/1726033037040659079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-i-do-work-i-eat-alot.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-590717796472271836</id><published>2008-04-24T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:03:21.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;shiting says (9:10 PM):&lt;br&gt;i drink coconut~&lt;br&gt;jt says (9:10 PM):&lt;br&gt;o.o&lt;br&gt;shiting says (9:11 PM):&lt;br&gt;FINE&lt;br&gt;shiting says (9:11 PM):&lt;br&gt;I am drinking coconut juice mixed with some water, sweet syrup, sugar and with added coconut plup.&lt;br&gt;shiting says (9:11 PM):&lt;br&gt;CAN! &lt;p&gt;HAHA. My blogs always start with convos with Shi Ting inside because she always calls me to blog -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway. Today I got killed. Yet again. Of very stupid and trivial matters. Or it might seem important and big to certain people (like some mistletoes. HAHA) But I think its really my fault lah (don't try to console me dear Jean (: but thanks anyway). I'm a very irresponsible person. I knew that since I was ONE. Smart right (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Told my mum about what happened, in case she dies of fright when she sees my report book. Didn't have any major reaction or whatsoever. She just commented that I was becoming like my brothers :/ Aiyah nvm. I hope _ was joking though, but she seemed rather serious. Okay she was smiling, and sort of laughing at my fate. But. Nvm -.- have to accept the fact sooner or later. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-590717796472271836?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/590717796472271836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=590717796472271836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/590717796472271836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/590717796472271836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/shiting-says-910-pm-i-drink-coconut-jt.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-6251635036439093777</id><published>2008-04-23T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:22:53.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I shall be a very nice and sweet person and wish all the people going/went&amp;nbsp; for council interview good luck. Good luck Esther (I know you will read this) and hope you can "show yourself that you can get in" (: I'm sure you will anyway. Pro person. Responsible person. And also good luck for the rest of the 213 people, Carissa, Girlfriend, Jean, SimHwee, Lauren, Jia En (?) Haha half of the people listed probably won't read this blog anyway, so if I missed out anybody, sorry I have short-term memory.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Esther I haven't talked to you&amp;nbsp; for a long long long while :/ I have lots of things to ramble about and you are the only suitable candidate to ramble to because I always ramble to you. And I'm afraid you have to wait one more day for your letter ): Sorry! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-6251635036439093777?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/6251635036439093777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=6251635036439093777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/6251635036439093777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/6251635036439093777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-shall-be-very-nice-and-sweet-person.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-363472055355979750</id><published>2008-04-23T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:48:29.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;-goes to a corner and emos-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don't get what's happening. Maybe I'm too bitchy and I didn't realise it. Oh man..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope tomorrow doesn't come D:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-363472055355979750?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/363472055355979750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=363472055355979750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/363472055355979750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/363472055355979750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/goes-to-corner-and-emos-i-dont-get.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-479448625231771002</id><published>2008-04-23T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:35:43.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lynn says she won't tag my blog unless she sees her name in it. So I should go "LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN LYNN" would you believe it if I said I typed that out. HAHA. So yes, LYNN TAG MY BLOG. And you owe me a proper long letter. A full paged one without random drawings of food because if you draw food you make me want to eat them -.- And I don't have a 1km deep stomach. If I do, my stomach will be underground o.O HAHA -.- okay nvm. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Short post because I don't know what to say. Hmm History was quite interesting today.&amp;nbsp; Haven't photocopied the notes I lost. MY PRETTY NOTES D: But nobody is willing to lend me their notes to photocopy (okay I didn't ask -.-) but then.. aiyah nvm. Don't feel like posting anymore. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;SHIT -.-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-479448625231771002?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/479448625231771002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=479448625231771002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/479448625231771002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/479448625231771002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-7902020534729664403</id><published>2008-04-22T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:20:02.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I like this morning's weather. The uber rainy one. HAHA uber rainy -.- then when I got to school it somehow stopped raining D: well first period was Chinese. Not very interesting, as usual. Was dozing off. At 8.00 in the morning. What a joke -.- Yup.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So the rest of the classes was damn tired because of chinese. I tell you, Chinese should NEVER be the first period -.- or people will die. People so pathetic in Chinese that they can't understand 99% of what the teacher is saying. Which is ME, not implying anybody else, since the rest are all very pro -.- Oh wells. Wrote a zuowen. Redid because half the class failed. D: I think I passed. Barely. BARELY.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Drama.. was okay? Lol. Didn't bring my drama journal for the i-dunno-how-many-time-th-in-this-term. But Mr Ng didn't scold so who cares. I should start writing some crap in it to pretend that I pay attention in class &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Physics today was quite, slack? Dunno, Mr Guo revised the stuff again, still couldn't understand. Okay lah, sort of understood -.- but he still goes very fast. Dang he's leaving us next week D: D: D: D: D: lol. I won't be the saddest one so yeah. (cough carissa cough)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Strings was okay. Lol. Nothing interesting? Had a tutor there and I was eating in the room and got caught twice. The first time the tutor went "You want to have a bite out of that thing?" then the second time he pointed at me with his baton and went "Busted". Still continued eating anyway.&amp;nbsp; Lol. Amusing. Well I guess sectionals is funner with a tutor, because Violin Twos SL quite.. erm. Lousy. HAHA (no offence) (HAHA) LOL. -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was being hungry again o.O today I realised that I am getting fatter o.O even Lynn and Celine said so, yeah so I should probably start exercising. Yes, I am very proud of the fact that I haven't exercised in AGES D: Really should start, unless I intend to fail NAPFA. DIE. I am aiming for... uh. Pass. Lol. Seriously :/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay its getting rather late. Bye!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-7902020534729664403?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/7902020534729664403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=7902020534729664403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7902020534729664403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7902020534729664403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/rain_22.html' title='rain'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-6141071333169108866</id><published>2008-04-21T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:26:32.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There's this thingy on MSN and it says, " Pump up the groove with S-POP's sensation, JJ Lin"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;WOW. I feel so famous. HAHA. Shi Ting is amusing she doesn't have an extra eraser at home o.o And now she is freaking out because she needs an eraser to erase her graph. -.- wow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;jt says (11:13 PM):&lt;br&gt;can like that one meh&lt;br&gt;jt says (11:14 PM):&lt;br&gt;borrow from your sister?&lt;br&gt;jt says (11:14 PM):&lt;br&gt;brohter?&lt;br&gt;jt says (11:14 PM):&lt;br&gt;father?&lt;br&gt;jt says (11:14 PM):&lt;br&gt;mother?&lt;br&gt;jt says (11:14 PM):&lt;br&gt;daughter?&lt;br&gt;shiting says (11:14 PM):&lt;br&gt;-.-&lt;br&gt;shiting says (11:14 PM):&lt;br&gt;mother = sleeping&lt;br&gt;father = dont have&lt;br&gt;brother - dont have&lt;br&gt;sister = sleeping&lt;br&gt;daughter = nonexistant&lt;br&gt;jt says (11:14 PM):&lt;br&gt;got liket hat one meh&lt;br&gt;shiting says (11:14 PM):&lt;br&gt;haaave&lt;br&gt;jt says (11:14 PM):&lt;br&gt;CAN DONT HAVE ERASER ONE MEH&lt;br&gt;jt says (11:14 PM):&lt;br&gt;ERASER IS LIKE&lt;br&gt;shiting says (11:15 PM):&lt;br&gt;WHY CANNOT&lt;br&gt;shiting says (11:15 PM):&lt;br&gt;staple&lt;br&gt;jt says (11:15 PM):&lt;br&gt;THE MOST ESSENTIAL THING IN LIFE&lt;br&gt;shiting says (11:15 PM):&lt;br&gt;NOT!&lt;br&gt;shiting says (11:15 PM):&lt;br&gt;you should be confident&lt;br&gt;shiting says (11:15 PM):&lt;br&gt;and not try to erase your life&lt;br&gt;jt says (11:15 PM):&lt;br&gt;-.-&lt;br&gt;shiting says (11:15 PM):&lt;br&gt;so you can start again!&lt;br&gt;shiting says (11:15 PM):&lt;br&gt;i m a good example!&lt;br&gt;jt says (11:15 PM):&lt;br&gt;then draw another graph!&lt;br&gt;shiting says (11:15 PM):&lt;br&gt;-.-&lt;br&gt;shiting says (11:15 PM):&lt;br&gt;DO WAN!&lt;br&gt;shiting says (11:15 PM):&lt;br&gt;the axis so diff. )):&lt;br&gt;shiting says (11:16 PM):&lt;br&gt;tmr go school borrow hahha&lt;br&gt;jt says (11:16 PM):&lt;br&gt;..............&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-6141071333169108866?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/6141071333169108866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=6141071333169108866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/6141071333169108866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/6141071333169108866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/theres-this-thingy-on-msn-and-it-says.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-8094174039646231965</id><published>2008-04-21T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:06:15.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;shiting says (10:23 PM):&lt;br&gt;jt.&lt;br&gt;shiting says (10:23 PM):&lt;br&gt;when is ws lg1.1 due?&lt;br&gt;jt says (10:23 PM):&lt;br&gt;tmr&lt;br&gt;jt says (10:23 PM):&lt;br&gt;TMR&lt;br&gt;jt says (10:23 PM):&lt;br&gt;O:&lt;br&gt;jt says (10:23 PM):&lt;br&gt;TOMORROW&lt;br&gt;shiting says (10:23 PM):&lt;br&gt;D:&lt;br&gt;jt says (10:23 PM):&lt;br&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br&gt;shiting says (10:23 PM):&lt;br&gt;did you do&lt;br&gt;jt says (10:23 PM):&lt;br&gt;-runs around in circles-&lt;br&gt;jt says (10:23 PM):&lt;br&gt;yes i did &lt;br&gt;jt says (10:23 PM):&lt;br&gt;HAHAHHA&lt;br&gt;jt says (10:23 PM):&lt;br&gt;-.-&lt;br&gt;jt says (10:23 PM):&lt;br&gt;okay nvm&lt;br&gt;shiting says (10:23 PM):&lt;br&gt;-.- &lt;p&gt;And now my blog is getting filled with retarded (okay maybe not retarded) convos, and no meaningful posts. Okay my posts were NEVER meaningful I get the point ): -sulks- -whimpers- &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today I was damn high, for no particular reason but maybe too much sugar intake o.o I finished one whole packet of yupi strawberry kisses (: with Lynn. Haha but I ate more than her. And now Lynn is amazed at my talent in stuffing myself with food (: MUAHAHAHA -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes and so I was being rather mad. HAHA. And somehow in the process of being mad, my knee died. Then after chinese, the teacher was like: "靖婷你的脚怎么了？我看你走得慢辛苦的。" (eh the font quite small so not very readable haha ) But Amanda was quite true I was sort of exaggerating it to make myself seem retarded HAHA.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Amanda told me that our chinese teacher says we look alike o.O okay I shall take it as a compliment. But We Don't Look Alike. I think our teacher needs specs or something o.o And I think she said we answer questions the same way, which seems like she's implying that we BOTH DON'T ANSWER QUESTIONS. Because we usually talk so much that we never realised what the teacher is talking about (okay, maybe only me since Amanda is damn good at multitasking -.-), or we start dozing off -.- 203 seems to have a this special aura that makes people sleep. Or is it the chinese teacher -.- I prefer our class man. It has better (erm) ventilation, since I am next to the window.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh wells. Badminton match today wasn't very interesting. Went back halfway so still had music in the end D: nvm it was quite slack and we didn't need to present. Haha. Saw Andrea today!!! :D :D :D We haven't talked for years. Literally. Years. :D so cool she looks sort of the same. But shorter. BECAUSE I GREW TALLER MUAHAHAHAHA. I want to be as tall as girlfriend. Which doesn't seem very possible. Its 3cm away. D:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I should actually start concentrating on history now shouldn't I. JingTing keeps being a bad girl (: lol.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-8094174039646231965?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/8094174039646231965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=8094174039646231965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8094174039646231965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8094174039646231965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_21.html' title='(:'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-5037182237815378620</id><published>2008-04-18T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:06:19.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;LA Assignment, History SIA, Geog SIA, Chinese SIA, SMP, CME book, Geog workbook, History Worksheet, LA SIA, Math SIA.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Arranged in order of importance at this point of time)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;DANG. I will probably be stuck on the second one for a long, long time ): &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;carissa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; if i'm not made for you, why does your heartbeat match mine? says (9:01 PM):&lt;br&gt;yay its so cool to go out with my jayjay &lt;br&gt;carissa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; if i'm not made for you, why does your heartbeat match mine? says (9:01 PM):&lt;br&gt;will we get mobbed by crazy jj lin fans&lt;br&gt;jt says (9:01 PM):&lt;br&gt;hmm, i dont think so&lt;br&gt;jt says (9:02 PM):&lt;br&gt;i got erm&lt;br&gt;jt says (9:02 PM):&lt;br&gt;bodyguards (;&lt;br&gt;carissa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; if i'm not made for you, why does your heartbeat match mine? says (9:02 PM):&lt;br&gt;OOOOOH WHO! &lt;br&gt;jt says (9:02 PM):&lt;br&gt;private one lah&lt;br&gt;jt says (9:02 PM):&lt;br&gt;very special some more&lt;br&gt;jt says (9:02 PM):&lt;br&gt;only smart people can see   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-5037182237815378620?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/5037182237815378620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=5037182237815378620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5037182237815378620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5037182237815378620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-4736129224522059331</id><published>2008-04-15T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:08:22.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today's a rainy day. I'm cold. D: Oh wells. Went home myself today, you know how seldom I go home myself. Then it just HAD TO RAIN -.- and you know JingTings don't bring umbrellas HAHA. Thankfully I went home with Eugenia so she sheltered me home (: But still got half of my jacket wet and the edges of my precious(coughs) worksheet wet. Now my file looks rather, messy -.- Thank goodness Eugenia was there or I would have gotten my WHOLE body, whole file, whole bag, whole everything. Wet. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today no NYSE (: went home early, so did a reasonable amount of work. COUGHS. Work = downloading themes for my phone, figuring out why my Dvorak can't open(which I finally managed to solve), blogging this thingy. And abit of Geog assignment -.- Wow. Oh wells I might just decide to go offline now to do more work and probably practice viola? :/ but I'm rather lazy. And sleepy.. ):&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hmm. I am stuck on Geog assignment -.- Die. Still got loads of stuff to do D:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-4736129224522059331?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/4736129224522059331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=4736129224522059331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/4736129224522059331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/4736129224522059331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/rain.html' title='rain'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-3834356567954006313</id><published>2008-04-14T11:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:55:12.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 people quiz (:</title><content type='html'>Haha. Lynn was doing this in class so yeah I decided to do it as well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Think of 10 people and put down what i want to say to them (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I LOVE YOU VERY VERY MUCH (: YOU ARE REALLY REALLY REALLY VERY VERY NICE. LOVE YOU. This is very very similar to Lynn's number 9. HAHA but then.. Hmm. I don't know you very well unfortunately -.- HOW UNFORTUNATE :/ I am not self-conscious, shi ting. HAHA. Well I still love you so much no matter what so yeah (: thank you for spending your time with me for the past 14 years since I was born. Yes I never left you since then (: HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hmm. I knew you for like. Quite long? Yeah we kind of drifted apart but then I still love you the most (: LOVE LOVE LOVE. Yes haha I still tell you my secrets (: You are one of the few who knows them yeah. LOVE YOU. This is very obvious because if it wasn't obvious you will grumble (: Hah. Now you can feel loved (: Yay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You. I have nothing much to say to you about. HAH. Hmm. Hmm. Hmm indeed. HMMMMM. Later you read this you cry. HAHA kidding kidding. Erm thanks for being such a great friend yeah you are one of my closer, closest friends who I tell my secrets to too -.- Yes, but youc can be quite insensitive and straightforward sometimes. Not to me though, but you are kind of. Heh love you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't tell the difference between vanilla flavour and whatever milk flavour thing. FINE. I have weird tastebuds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Grumpy person (: Thanks for being so smart and cute albeit short and smelly HAHA (: Yes and I am impressed by your wonderful flash programming skills thank you so much (: and thanks for tagging my blog since I-don't-know-when even though it was as dead as a JingTing (: Love you (: and you grew taller (: NICE SOCKS geeky(hah) person (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Hey (: Haha I remember I got rather pissed at you previously but yeah now its fine, but remain as friends okay! Hmm, maybe sometimes you really try to hard to achieve stuff yeah, but generally I still regard you as a good good friend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. (: Love you. I realised I only see you twice a week yeah. But we are still considerably quite close (: yay to more weird msn convos and eyecandies and sweethearts (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You are probably the oldest person I am writing this to here. Yeah and I don't know if you even read this blog :/ But yes, I am close to you also okay, don't be jealous (: and I will miss you when you're gone. Must come back and visit kay (: We have pretty scores. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. (: Thanks for being really really sweet and nice and AMAZING (: you should know who you are so yes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last person. Hmm, I don't exactly know you VERY well but at least I know where you live (HAHA) Yes, thank you for not pangseh-ing me even though SO MANY things have happened since I knew you (: since you are probably the person I talk to most in ____ (: Thanks. Love you (: you won't be at this blog anyway. Sigh hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger somehow doesn't allow me to put heartshapes. o.0 so nvm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-3834356567954006313?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/3834356567954006313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=3834356567954006313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3834356567954006313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/3834356567954006313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/10-people-quiz.html' title='10 people quiz (:'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-8797719725456757990</id><published>2008-04-13T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:46:11.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;YESYESYES ITS FINALLY OVER. Okay I quite lag. BUT YES IT'S OVER OMG. (: (: (: (: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes and thank you guys for the flowers, candies and stuff. They're really really really sweet (: Haha Lynn's weird candies taste quite nice (: And what else. Esther's push pop HAHAHAHA. It's quite embarrassing to eat it outside. Oh wells I can eat at home anyway (: haha I like it very much. Thanks again. Hmm. I shall try to list out the stuff I got. Haha i'm wuliao I know :&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt; Esther's packet of random thingies inclusive of some Yupi pizza gummies, Push Pop (HAHA), Ferrero Rocher, some sour strip thingy, Toblerone (which she took back. COUHGS) and a LETTER. Of 700+ words. OMG -.-&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Grace and Jieying's bag of thingies; uh Calbee hot and spicy chips, a box of biscuits (they're very cute), uh a bottle of green tea o.0. Yeah (:&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;A sunflower from girlfriend &amp;lt;3&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Three pretty roses, van houtten (semi-sweet almond. HAHA ) chocs and a note (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SAIqi7YTpRI/AAAAAAAAACE/nyEa1vPmCf0/s1600-h/A001%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A001" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SAIqjrYTpSI/AAAAAAAAACM/7aMRzny4Tt4/A001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hahaha (: I took them yesterday -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SAIqk7YTpTI/AAAAAAAAACU/bGDnsL8SsE4/s1600-h/A006%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A006" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SAIqlrYTpUI/AAAAAAAAACc/OWSbk44Fzgc/A006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SAIqmrYTpVI/AAAAAAAAACk/M4MavsZfdaY/s1600-h/A005%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A005" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SAIqnbYTpWI/AAAAAAAAACs/HVCnEtS79fo/A005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;From my dearest girlfriend (: that's my dog in the background. Lol yesterday was like:&lt;br&gt;Me: This is my girlfriend -points to Celine-, this is grace. Say hi.&lt;br&gt;Grace: Eh, I thought I am your girlfriend.&lt;br&gt;HAH. Forgot what happened after that lol -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SAIqobYTpXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/7OhuULTM-Ys/s1600-h/A003%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A003" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SAIqo7YTpYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zVX4dH5xRlo/A003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My lovebite got rather.. swollen o.o cannot see clearly but nvm hahaha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yeap but anyway thanks guys (: And I HEARD THE JIAYOU LIN JUN JIE THING. THANK YOU CARISSA. I WAS LAUGHING. HAHAHAH (: yeah and I heard jiayou JingTing too. Not sure from who :/ Thanks anyway haha. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;JingTing isn't pro. Everybody must acknowledge that fact that JingTing ISN'T PRO AT ALL (: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today went to do CSP. Damn boring I tell you -.- So I was finding ways to interest myself by taking random pictures of books and shelf labels -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SAIqp7YTpZI/AAAAAAAAADE/B1inPldWrdM/s1600-h/A008%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A008" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SAIqqbYTpaI/AAAAAAAAADM/gLCKyVB1UZ4/A008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;HAHA. This one don't need to say right. -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SAIqrbYTpbI/AAAAAAAAADU/sHLC2l3Xkg8/s1600-h/A009%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A009" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SAIqr7YTpcI/AAAAAAAAADc/qNI6y8EqWj0/A009_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Heh. This is somehow interesting. It sounds funny, but nothing in particular haha (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SAIqsrYTpdI/AAAAAAAAADk/9xCqQbIkjf4/s1600-h/A010%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A010" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SAIqtbYTpeI/AAAAAAAAADs/zxKLxPCDrtI/A010_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Random again -.- I am very lame. Haha who cares.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/wujting/SAIquLYTpfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IsAtPmPNh9Y/s1600-h/A011%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A011" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SAIqurYTpgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YW4Jobo-bzU/A011_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I took this, then Carissa asked: "what's so special about this"&lt;br&gt;Me: It's part of your name&lt;br&gt;Carissa:&amp;nbsp; What's so special about this name? (I think she heard wrongly as "it's somebody's name")&lt;br&gt;Me: It's part of YOUR name.&lt;br&gt;Then 5 seconds later she burst out laughing. Haha quite slow right -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/wujting/SAIqv7YTphI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5DEgQT83-Io/s1600-h/A012%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="A012" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/wujting/SAIqwbYTpiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hFVorHSYbrs/A012_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is another random pic. Lol. I just realised that it matched so I decided to take a picture. I am amusing -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;LOOK AT THE TIME NOW OMG. Still have SMP to figure out :/ DIE. Bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-8797719725456757990?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/8797719725456757990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=8797719725456757990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8797719725456757990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8797719725456757990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/concert.html' title='Concert (:'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/wujting/SAIqjrYTpSI/AAAAAAAAACM/7aMRzny4Tt4/s72-c/A001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-8297807207990293460</id><published>2008-04-11T17:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:52:51.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Quizzes (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="middle&lt;br /&gt;" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Make a Good First Impression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindoffirstimpressiondoyoumakequiz/impression-2.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably are making a much better impression than you realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social situations can be a bit awkward for you at times, and you tend to over think what you say and do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you make a social faux pas, you remember it a lot longer than anyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just relax and do your best. There are little things you can do to improve your social image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Express more of an interest in the people around you, and be a good listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of fascinating people is that they find everyone else fascinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindoffirstimpressiondoyoumakequiz/"&gt;What Kind of First Impression Do You Make?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Be With a Water Sign!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsignguyshouldyoudatequiz/water-sign.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best match is a Cancer, Scorpio, or Pisces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? You crave intimacy and connection in your relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while most guys can't open up enough for you, a Water Sign can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that you're whole relationship will be soul gazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Water Sign matches your goofy sense of humor - and desire to help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsignguyshouldyoudatequiz/"&gt;What Sign Guy Should You Date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Red Crayon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/red.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your world is colored with bright, vivid, wild colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a deep, complex personality - and you are always expressing something about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bold and dominant, you are a natural leader. You have an energy that is intense... and sometimes overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your reaction to everything tends to be strong. You are the master of love-hate relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your color wheel opposite is green. Green people are way too mellow to understand what drives your energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Crayon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED ORANGE D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=middle border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Kiss is Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorisyourkissquiz/green.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses are short and sweet - at least a first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a cautious kisser. You don't want to scare anyone off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you get to know someone, your kisses are daring... and even wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the situation is, you know how to deliver the perfect kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing Type: Varied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People See Your Kisses as: Skillful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Kiss Best With: A Blue Kisser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: A Black Kisser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourkissquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Kiss?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. Green is. Gross -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=middle border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your EQ is 107&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyoureqquiz/eq-4.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit moody, and sometimes you have trouble coping with every day life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're by no means depressed, and your good days definitely out number your bad days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing really wrong with your life, but you may not be living up to your actual potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative emotions can be a real drain of your energy, so make sure you have them under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/"&gt;What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.0 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=middle &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=middle border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're a Part Time Brainiac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouabrainiacquiz/brainiac-2.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it, you have the potential for big brain power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But potential doesn't get you to genius. It's going to take some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most smart people, you enjoy a good intellectual challenge every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you do tend to shy away from anything difficult, frustrating, or complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push yourself to think, learn, and explore more... even when it feels bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the capacity to solve amazingly difficult problems. You just need to let yourself do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouabrainiacquiz/"&gt;Are You a Brainiac?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE POTENTIAL. I ALWAYS KNEW THAT. But I know that I won't push myself. I am not a motivated person (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=middle border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 60% Boyish and 40% Girlish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/unisex.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. This is interesting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=middle border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Friendly Flirt!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofflirtygirlareyouquiz/friendly-flirt.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite the flirt, but you don't flirt with just anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you hardly ever get caught, because your flirting seems so friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a good thing going. Tons of friends, both guys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you do decide to flirt, hardly anyone's the wiser. Pretty trick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtygirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Flirty Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very true leh. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=middle border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Chocolate Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofcakeareyouquiz/chocolate-cake.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, comforting, and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true classic, and while you're not super cutting edge, you're high quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People love your company - and have even been known to get addicted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofcakeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Cake Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rather smelly as well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=middle border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Were Pretty Average This Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/wereyouanaughtygirlornicegirlthisyearquiz/average.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were 45% Naughty, 55% Nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tried to be a good girl this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as you know, being good isn't that fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're extra sweet, you may have enough time to get on that nice list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/wereyouanaughtygirlornicegirlthisyearquiz/"&gt;Were You a Naughty Girl or Nice Girl this Year?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. That's all for today, I should start on History assignment :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-8297807207990293460?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/8297807207990293460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=8297807207990293460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8297807207990293460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/8297807207990293460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-quizzes_11.html' title='Random Quizzes (:'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-5123600867829997875</id><published>2008-04-10T06:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T07:12:20.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a scar? o.o Never noticed. -looks around for scars-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. HOW TALL ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;168 HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA. HAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Nobody. I haven't cried in ages. But probably its my mum -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WERE YOU A FAN OF BARNEY AS A KID?&lt;br /&gt;No. I didn't know of Barney until i was like. 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. To sleep because I am in class now and its rather boring. :/ I want to Not Screw Up For Concert &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?&lt;br /&gt;(: (: (: My old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Hmm. In the MRT Station. Somehow -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?&lt;br /&gt;aha. Annoying people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so, but I never tried locking myself in the lift before so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;HOHO. EVERYTHING (: HAHHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. DO YOU LIKE ANYBODY?&lt;br /&gt;HMM, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?&lt;br /&gt;Haha I guess so. But I will miss that person. And maybe turn sad D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I don't really tell people that straight in their face. And I don't exactly like hugs :/ KISSES HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT CAR DO YOU HAVE?&lt;br /&gt;A toy car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?&lt;br /&gt;School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. IF YOU CAN EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;AHA. EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;Theres someone called Wu JingTing, but she is like a Chinese painter from I dunno how many centuries ago. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Two? Three? One thousand and forty eight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST MEANINGFUL GIFT YOU'VE EVER RECIEVED?&lt;br /&gt;Yes all gifts are meaningful, unless the person takes it back after he gives it to me (coughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. HAHHAHAHAHHA kidding -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, but I think I need them :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;NO. NO. NO -shakes head vigorously-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. DO YOU HAVE A PET RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Yupyup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT KIND IS IT?&lt;br /&gt; I have a dog, two hamsters, i-dont-know-how-many fishes, one tortoise. And a colony of ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WHATS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW?&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly watch TV. I just watch them when I have nothing to do so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;The news. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?&lt;br /&gt;OOH. Some random song over the school thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. WHATS YOUR FAVORITE BAND/SINGER?&lt;br /&gt;JJ. HAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT KIND OF SHAMPOO DO YOU USE?&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly notice the brand of my shampoo :/ I think its Clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. PLAY ANY MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Viola, Violin. (piano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WORKED OUT?&lt;br /&gt;AGES AGO. Explains my getting-fatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. ANY BAD HABITS?&lt;br /&gt;I am. Slouchy. AHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?&lt;br /&gt;My height yeah. But I'm not as tall as SimHwee/Celine :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like I do? Oh, I am a very good girl (: -coughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;My mum -.- Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. KISSES OR HUGS?&lt;br /&gt;I think kisses will be nicer. But freakier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?&lt;br /&gt;Relationships obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. DO YOU HAVE ALL YOUR FINGERS AND TOES?&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I have one finger and one toe only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE/SAME SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I don't really go for appearances first :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. DESCRIBE YOUR LOVE LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;-hums-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY?&lt;br /&gt;Cute (: and Sweet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. DO LOOKS MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly. Cute as in not cute cute but cute cute. OKAY NVM -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-5123600867829997875?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/5123600867829997875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=5123600867829997875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5123600867829997875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5123600867829997875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/1.html' title=''/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-9011261707229998558</id><published>2008-04-06T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:06:40.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am sitting on my chair in front of my com.. And thinking of which SIA to start on first -.- And I decided not to start on any and maybe post for the umpteenth time today (: Finally finished ONE Chinese SIA. 3 more to go. Plus 3 more brief yue du bao gao, 1 detailed one. OMG I am going to die. D: It's like IMPOSSIBLE to finish. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-brother's weird song plays AGAIN- And my hamster finally recovered (: I thought he was going to die D: Thank God (: oh wells. (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're young you fall in love;&lt;br&gt;-Carissa (or that's what I saw her scribbling on her notebook)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;hmm... I don't really know what will happen or what I will do :/ When you're with a JingTing, life is going to be boring. JingTing is a really boring person I tell you :/&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-9011261707229998558?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/9011261707229998558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=9011261707229998558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/9011261707229998558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/9011261707229998558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-5390613627949364147</id><published>2008-04-06T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:11:30.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriend &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:9ba5806e-3832-44b7-84d8-843de9e29e89" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ETBPpasaSgY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ETBPpasaSgY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;HAHAHA. Was random and decided to search on random stuff on Youtube. Me and my girlfriend :D HAHAHA. My girlfriend is pretty and she acts cute. Okay she IS cute (: I have good taste. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-5390613627949364147?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/5390613627949364147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=5390613627949364147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5390613627949364147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5390613627949364147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/girlfriend.html' title='Girlfriend &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-7664767586706479069</id><published>2008-04-06T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:24:48.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Did an interesting survey from CaoYun: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. 您最喜欢的歌手会乐队（们）是谁？ &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;林俊杰，周结论。&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Of course lah, I love myself. And my dearest buddy cum ex deskie JieLun. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-7664767586706479069?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/7664767586706479069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=7664767586706479069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7664767586706479069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/7664767586706479069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/did-interesting-survey-from-caoyun-9.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580789933686237178.post-5057490764964941292</id><published>2008-04-06T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:05:17.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just came back from Eugenia's house (: Haha had a tiny tiny slice of pizza and a cup of milo, then stoned awhile and helped her trace her art thingy (: Tingwei and her classmate (erm) WenTing (is it?) was there too. Yeah so I was walking around and being rather extra, but yeah it was kind of fun. At least better than sitting around at home and doing work yeah (: Then Eugenia walked me home, and FOR ONCE she walked until my house there. Showed her my dog and she got rather freaked out HAHAHAHA (: Then my dog embarrassed me by listening to her instead of me D: lousy dog. In the end I sent Eugenia home after she sent me home which is quite stupid but hahaha nevermind..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well it was quite fun though (: I actually wanted to swim. But then decided not.. Oh man JingTing is getting rather fat -.- Nevermind. Fat is good (coughs). Fat is nice (coughs again). Fat is HEALTHY! (chokes and dies) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;HAHAHA (:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580789933686237178-5057490764964941292?l=idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/feeds/5057490764964941292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580789933686237178&amp;postID=5057490764964941292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5057490764964941292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580789933686237178/posts/default/5057490764964941292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikemeanymore.blogspot.com/2008/04/yay.html' title='yay.'/><author><name>JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855086507814120865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
