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type='text'>relocated!!!</title><content type='html'>i thought this was temporary at first; but it appears its not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://retardogram.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;http://retardogram.livejournal.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, my twitter account for more random things. i suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-2645537408423372348?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/2645537408423372348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=2645537408423372348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'>buns, buns, and more buns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs46/f/2009/212/3/a/3a074b1d66ac9435ce50be978f2b3ad3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 289px;" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs46/f/2009/212/3/a/3a074b1d66ac9435ce50be978f2b3ad3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YM camp '09 [Living For My King]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was awesome! First full church camp I've been to! (: Camp group was great throughout, with all the messy games and random group sessions, from talking about God and then talking about prata and buns. Sermons and worship were just wow, and not just decibels-wow but really just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Roommates (abigail, joanna and melody!) were super fun too with all the late night chats and everything!(: Met up with YSG on the last night and it was nice to get together again, and then go drukenly stumble around the place with Mich doing random stuff like saying Good Morning to random people in a faux British accent and having slidewars and whatnot. ;D Well, definitely going back next year if I can! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-8088664556087794699?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/8088664556087794699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=8088664556087794699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/8088664556087794699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/8088664556087794699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/12/buns-buns-and-more-buns.html' title='buns, buns, and more buns!'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-6460929553979455138</id><published>2009-12-12T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:47:32.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>snapshot</title><content type='html'>anyway, been spending the holidays being all housewifey and shit and baking and eating and shopping and being updated and well, basically that! haha, then i realised how long it's been since i've updated this and then on the way back from rehearsal earlier today i realised that i haven't posted for so long because it's so strange that now the people and events don't really matter. i mean, yeah! like, in the past, i'd be blogging about where i went with who and what we did and strange things that were said and all, but now there's like, nothing! o: wow. it's more like, the quality of the time i guess. hm. haha. either way, friendships with people kinda dying here and there and some already pretty much dead but i've got my few really good and long-time friends as well :D whom i hope i don't lose in about 3-4 years (since that's the average lifespan anyway) haha. love you guys! :D or girls. well, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and recently i also remembered that i haven't had a QOTD (quote of the day) in a really really long time, so;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(W)(W) I could be chasing an untamed ornithoid without cause. says: (11:13:33 PM)&lt;br /&gt;... I am a hot-blooded, straight male.&lt;br /&gt;(W)(W) I could be chasing an untamed ornithoid without cause. says: (11:13:38 PM)&lt;br /&gt;who goes for girls.&lt;br /&gt;debb says: (11:17:42 PM)&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;(W)(W) I could be chasing an untamed ornithoid without cause. says: (11:17:59 PM)&lt;br /&gt;yes. fear me,&lt;br /&gt;(W)(W) I could be chasing an untamed ornithoid without cause. says: (11:18:06 PM)&lt;br /&gt;unless you are not a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again it's pretty much lol only if you know who that is and the context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm yeah. besides that, john's given me the great responsibility of maintaining his mousehunt thinggum even though i don't know anything about mousehunt, so it's quite win-win since he's getting me stuff and i get to try mousehunt (yes, i actually got curious as to what it's all about to have so many addicts) and apparently i've been catching cool mice for him !O: HAHA. omg but everytime some question pops up and i have to ask someone about cheese or mice or traps i feel ultimately retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for next week! concert, getfatday, friends marathon w rox! and camp! :D idk what happens after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-6460929553979455138?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/6460929553979455138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=6460929553979455138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6460929553979455138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6460929553979455138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/12/snapshot.html' title='snapshot'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-2625573230796590186</id><published>2009-12-07T08:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:50:45.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh. damn murphy's laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch npvc piano senior quarterfinals yesterday and i wanted to go today but i got too lazy because it starts in 13 minutes and like, bleh. anyway. didi played really well as usual, and well, yeah! haha. had to go off early and i like, walked so far out to the main road and took so long to get a cab because idk why there's always more available cabs on the other side of the road. sigh. was good i suppose. asked to mass produce my cookies, which was the strangest but most amusing request ever. uhm. yeah. haha. got a lift home from a friend ;D i like friends who can drive!! haha. can't wait till like, 3 years? later. haha. that's about it for blogger . byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-2625573230796590186?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/2625573230796590186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=2625573230796590186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/2625573230796590186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/2625573230796590186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/12/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-6195351904749861859</id><published>2009-12-03T07:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T07:26:42.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>chocolate</title><content type='html'>i love chocolate. it's great everywhere. in cream, in cake, in drink and in its pure form. hehe. it's so lovely and i'm going to have a chocolatey week ahead making all the chocolate things there are to make and yes, i'll do it all at one shot if only i could find people to eat up all of it. haha oh well. here's the magic list!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Fudge Squares&lt;br /&gt;White Chocolate Butterscotch Cookies&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;br /&gt;Creamy Chocolate Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;White Chocolate Cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;Moist Chocolate Genoise&lt;br /&gt;Swiss Blackforest Cake&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Cake (YES, my signature one ;D)&lt;br /&gt;Debbie's Deadly Chocolate Muffins&lt;br /&gt;White Chocolate Cream with Apricots&lt;br /&gt;Caramel and Chocolate Mousse Parfait&lt;br /&gt;White Chocolate Pudding&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Eclairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAH. (: Should take me a few weeks to almost-complete!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-6195351904749861859?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/6195351904749861859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=6195351904749861859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6195351904749861859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6195351904749861859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/12/chocolate.html' title='chocolate'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-930827060694883215</id><published>2009-12-03T05:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T05:08:51.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>things i want</title><content type='html'>SO MANY INCREDIBLE INGREDIENTS YOU CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. pocket bib!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41LmWH2JbwL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 133px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41LmWH2JbwL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of this while at michelle's watching ghost. uhm. as random as that is. i mean, what could be more awesome?! it freaking catches food! like, all the potato chip crumbs and everything omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. recipe books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namely, these two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e6/MasteringTheArtOfFrenchCooking1edCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 177px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e6/MasteringTheArtOfFrenchCooking1edCover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mastering the art of french cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51mxrofZR2L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 163px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51mxrofZR2L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pure dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCITING, although i'm trying not to go for any new recipe books until i finish most of the recipes i'm interested in in the books i have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. ice cream maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bats.sg/musso_files/mini_img_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 191px;" src="http://www.bats.sg/musso_files/mini_img_sm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; MY LIFE WILL BE COMPLETE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-930827060694883215?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/930827060694883215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=930827060694883215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/930827060694883215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/930827060694883215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-i-want.html' title='things i want'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-8253067640212392189</id><published>2009-12-01T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:18:46.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'>sleep cycles</title><content type='html'>my sleep cycle and jet lag is screwing me up so badly, i've been sleeping insanely normally. i'm sleeping from 11pm to 7am and it really sucks because i get so knocked out in the afternoon and evening and by night my brain is totally dead it is completely unlike my usual self and stops me from talking to the people i usually talk to so well so i have to talk to new people or less people and it really sucks because its different but change is always good so i can't wait till next year and everything's been really fun so far what have i said? i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want late nights and good conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-8253067640212392189?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/8253067640212392189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=8253067640212392189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/8253067640212392189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/8253067640212392189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleep-cycles.html' title='sleep cycles'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-6825178730410662154</id><published>2009-11-30T18:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:41:26.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>sixteen</title><content type='html'>i can't blog so much now, because if i really do, then everyone will find out what a horrible person i am O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my sixteenth was great (: thanks for all the wishes on facebook or via sms or whatever and thanks to cherry, mich and jess and my family who made my birthday more awesome! (: had dinner at inagiku and then dessert at canele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was awesome too . italy updates another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-6825178730410662154?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/6825178730410662154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=6825178730410662154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6825178730410662154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6825178730410662154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/11/sixteen.html' title='sixteen'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-3589059783131778158</id><published>2009-11-13T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:38:14.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>have fun guys! (:</title><content type='html'>no, not fungi (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather forecast screenshot! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sv1EhzTq4sI/AAAAAAAAFGk/InjF5sRGPtg/s1600-h/singapore+weather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sv1EhzTq4sI/AAAAAAAAFGk/InjF5sRGPtg/s320/singapore+weather.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403550475413545666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sv1EhmDp-CI/AAAAAAAAFGc/tdna6txo6mA/s1600-h/florence+weather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sv1EhmDp-CI/AAAAAAAAFGc/tdna6txo6mA/s320/florence+weather.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403550471856715810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away till 26th if i haven't posted this already! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think the laptop's coming along for this trip so i'll really be disconnected! O: byee, i'll miss you guys whoever you are! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-3589059783131778158?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/3589059783131778158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=3589059783131778158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3589059783131778158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3589059783131778158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/11/have-fun-guys.html' title='have fun guys! (:'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sv1EhzTq4sI/AAAAAAAAFGk/InjF5sRGPtg/s72-c/singapore+weather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-3504813568788301838</id><published>2009-11-11T02:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T02:32:42.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>epic revelation</title><content type='html'>the creator of the msn emoticons is a cynical bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, why on earth is the broken heart a (u)? shouldn't it be a (bh) or (/) or something not a (u)! like, the heart being (l) makes sense because it's like, love, and the umbrella being (um) makes sense too - likewise, the coffee cup, telephone, boy, girl, thumbs up, thumbs down etc - but the (u) really doesn't make sense!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you ever try to type everything out in brackets like (t)(h)(a)(t) - which directly translates to telephone dude with sunglasses angelic dude (OMG IS THAT AN OWL OUTSIDE MY HOUSE?!) telephone - and you type like.. okay wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVERMIND. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-3504813568788301838?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/3504813568788301838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=3504813568788301838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3504813568788301838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3504813568788301838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/11/epic-revelation.html' title='epic revelation'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-311287213079809712</id><published>2009-11-09T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:12:19.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna leave and go to someplace where you can't find me and ever ask what's wrong and i won't ever look back until the moment before i die and wonder what could've been but wasn't because it wasn't supposed to be like that and nothing ever would happen because and then i'd breathe my last breath and nothing would appear to have happened because i left before you could do anything. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving friday about 10pm and will be back on the 26th at 5pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-311287213079809712?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/311287213079809712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>retail therapy!</title><content type='html'>yes, we went for retail therapy like now, but wtf i need some for doing 100+ mcqs for bio ): hahahaha. and physics mcq prac tomorrow! omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i'm an epicfail discreet leaver whatever because i went somewhere and said i was going to the toilet but how the hell i forgot to stay outside for long enough to go to the toilet and ended up coming back early and mich was like all  hohoho. pfft. it's not yet christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after church mich and i went to eat at sushi tei and taka to go shopping! their bags and shoes section are absolutely disappointing (shoes pertaining to boots anyway) and i saw my burberry bag and i've changed my mind so now &lt;a href="http://us.burberry.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3511338&amp;amp;cp=2119866.3701089.3757925&amp;amp;parentPage=family"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;actually looks better O: haha and then we bought shades and i'm pretty happy with them for the price and all, but there's also this wonderful pair of Fendi shades but it was $600+ so like, duh, i couldn't get them. haha. but it was really really nice even amongst all the other shades from wherever else. lala. so pretty. so yay! for first shades bought ever. after that, we went around to M.A.C., sephora and zara and browsed a bit more and bodyshop and like, yeah! (: oh and in zara there was a really nice brown trench but they didn't have it in xs or s and the smallest size was l like, why do people have to be so small! it's so unfair. hmpf. but i found a nice top in the end. yay! okay shopping rambles end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. got home and went to do more bio mcq which wasn't really much because i did like, 30 questions today compared to yesterday's 105. heh. which still isn't much and i have to finish all ASAP cause then i can move on to doing physics mcqs and ace all the mcqs and rawrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no epic quotes. sob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-14799874973862815?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/14799874973862815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=14799874973862815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/14799874973862815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/14799874973862815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/11/retail-therapy.html' title='retail therapy!'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-5074848751837120706</id><published>2009-11-06T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:32:07.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>tracheaaddyy</title><content type='html'>so i can finally put this list up without feeling guilty heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O LEVELS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;English Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;English Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;English Oral Exam&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Oral Exam&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Listening Compre&lt;br /&gt;E. Math Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;E. Math Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;A. Math Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;A. Math Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;Higher Music Essay Coursework&lt;br /&gt;Higher Music Word Setting&lt;br /&gt;Higher Music 2-Part Writing&lt;br /&gt;Higher Music Performing Minor&lt;br /&gt;Higher Music Theory + Haydn Paper&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies&lt;br /&gt;Geography Elective&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;Biology Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;Physics Paper 2&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;Biology Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;Physics Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMHGYSOHSG I CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE ALMOST CONQUERED IT. Though I guess it isn't over till the results come back that may not be very nice oh dear I think my stupidity will be revealed to the world, like on a national exam scale whyyy. and i donotlikeit when we get mcqs without answers. rawrh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-5074848751837120706?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/5074848751837120706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=5074848751837120706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/5074848751837120706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/5074848751837120706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/11/tracheaaddyy.html' title='tracheaaddyy'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-5896767432233873801</id><published>2009-11-06T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:43:05.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why I&apos;m Not Mugging Just Yet'/><title type='text'>romantic rebels</title><content type='html'>damn, i need pitocin to induce some labour ): i think my inner romantic rebels, i can't seem to study sexual repro for bio, cause it makes this act of love (and uh, marriage?) so clinical and unromancitized )=&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-5896767432233873801?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/5896767432233873801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=5896767432233873801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/5896767432233873801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/5896767432233873801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/11/romantic-rebels.html' title='romantic rebels'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-6229503087531211169</id><published>2009-11-05T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:02:30.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>the o level effect</title><content type='html'>divadends - theory of everything says: (9:01:36 PM)&lt;br /&gt;omg i feel like such a horny little boy&lt;br /&gt;divadends - theory of everything says: (9:01:38 PM)&lt;br /&gt;I HATE O LEVELS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-6229503087531211169?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/6229503087531211169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=6229503087531211169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6229503087531211169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6229503087531211169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-level-effect.html' title='the o level effect'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-1652322491909213390</id><published>2009-11-04T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:13:30.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Tweet</title><content type='html'>LOL. Maddy tweeted this just now;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Mrs gan: 'got exam still reading storybook?!'&lt;br /&gt;'BO BIAN! It's my text...' OTL. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-1652322491909213390?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/1652322491909213390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=1652322491909213390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1652322491909213390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1652322491909213390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/11/tweet.html' title='Tweet'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-6402007410220973081</id><published>2009-11-04T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:30:37.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relief!</title><content type='html'>oh my it's all pretty much over!! no more arm cramps and all that shit! HOHO. haha. i don't want january february to ever come. it's fine now . oh gosh i don't know why february looks so odd o_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-6402007410220973081?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/6402007410220973081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=6402007410220973081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6402007410220973081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6402007410220973081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/11/relief.html' title='relief!'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-6225036953582534614</id><published>2009-11-01T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:03:27.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>birthday wishlist!</title><content type='html'>HELLO, so I'm going to be shameless here! :O surprise, surprise. Anyhow, apologies beforehand. Don't read if you're going to judge me cause you don't know who I am, but if you do know who I am and need further evidence for you to judge me, then whatever. BUT as some of you may know and have requested, my birthday will be coming up and so here's a wishlist!(: That can accommodate to any budget category really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Bags! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my eyes on a Agnes B. bag, and this bag (&lt;a href="http://us.burberry.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3826923&amp;amp;cp=2119866.3701089.3757925&amp;amp;parentPage=family"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;), but it's okay if it's out of budget or anything, so move on to the next! Lala. Nothing gaudy, nothing plastic otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Pencil Cases :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is a terribly cliched present for anyone over the age of 10, but I really do need a pencil case and you'd know this if you knew me and have seen the 'pencil cases' I carry around school for the past year, because I just don't get where people get them from. It's so strange, really. Not an epicly huge one, nor a thin one. I don't know, I'm quite become quite accustomed to the size of the ziplock bags o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Shirts, Blouses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, don't try to get any bottoms or whatever, because that will just lead to overestimation or underestimation, and potential injury by deadly kicks. Will not wear shiny or gaudy things, and am not very thin. )x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. SUPPLY OF GLUE TAPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this is the smartest invention ever and rocks so much, if you dump me a whole chunk of glue tape, I WOULDN'T MIND AT ALL ! :O:O:O I can't remember where you can get it from though. Oops! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Soft Toys (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, shut up. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Pens and Coloured Pens and ALL THAT! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilot G1, Hi-Techpoint VR7 and any other coloured pens!! :D Blue-black ink is absolute love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus concludes the christmas-birthday wishlist (: If you're getting me something too, it would be nice if you said so then I could get you something too, from youknowwhere. Of course, the epic gift isn't listed here, and will never be listed. HAHA. Goodluck guessing what it is! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&amp;amp;no, youknowwhoyouare, it is not a person or an act.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-6225036953582534614?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/6225036953582534614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=6225036953582534614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6225036953582534614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6225036953582534614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-wishlist.html' title='birthday wishlist!'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-3929277458677749963</id><published>2009-10-29T02:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T02:22:39.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before the aftermath</title><content type='html'>so, emath 2 was pretty awesome after all (: at least i've bagged one a1, i'm pretty sure. haha. calculated and compared, etc. except i got the stupidest question wrong D: so nevermind. sigh. a math later and i don't think i'm quite prepared for this. i think i should've worked harder. meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope it's awesome and jiayou all the rest of you!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-3929277458677749963?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/3929277458677749963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=3929277458677749963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3929277458677749963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3929277458677749963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/10/before-aftermath.html' title='before the aftermath'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-5561408241002658661</id><published>2009-10-27T17:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:27:00.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aftermath</title><content type='html'>emath one was awesome. emath two to be dreaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate buffaloes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-5561408241002658661?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/5561408241002658661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=5561408241002658661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/5561408241002658661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/5561408241002658661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/10/aftermath.html' title='aftermath'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-4374457129453763211</id><published>2009-10-26T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:44:54.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>going green</title><content type='html'>'we need to change the stabilizing paper because we realise that there is some stuff written on it! okay? those whose tables are unstable please raise your hands!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*half the hall raises up their hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'okay we will go and give out the stabilizing paper! you can keep the old stabilizing paper and reuse it next year!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'WE NEED TO GO GREEN!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mysteries of life: how the hell loh'd can say all that with a straight&amp;amp;serious face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-4374457129453763211?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/4374457129453763211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=4374457129453763211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/4374457129453763211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/4374457129453763211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/10/going-green.html' title='going green'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-5696603379596130395</id><published>2009-10-24T16:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:20:38.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why I&apos;m Not Mugging Just Yet'/><title type='text'>OHMAIGOSH</title><content type='html'>D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO SENSE OF URGENCY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So incredibly used to last minute cramming I can't bring myself to study beforehand and it's only 2? days to O's and I haven't done things like, English compre practice or local culture immersion for writing, except that I've decided what my subject matter will be based on, vaguely, and I haven't practised math either and OMG THE CHEMISTRY I AM GOING TO DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE SO BADLY. Ugh. What if I'm really dumb and I can't cram and ): and it turns out I can only make geog notes and not actually study them because for the past TWOOO THREEE FOURRR? hours I've been reading the Parivartan Slum Networking Project stuff over and over again and I KNOW IT SO WELL NOW I CAN JUST SPOUT IT OUT, except I really should be moving on to another point because this can only get me like, 2? marks in the LORMs question urghh. IF I do that question in the first place. WHY IS LIFE LIKE THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up looking at various dashboard widgets and this is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;epic boredom studyfail&lt;/span&gt; and I can't find nice happy songs and why is everything like this ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, except I searched sambal belacan and found out it's spelt like that and not blachan, and then i wikipedia-ed the reproductive system as well because i couldn't remember something for this bio question, and omg isn't wikipedia supposed to be PG13?! and i went to read up about the collective conciousness and effervescence and zeitgeist and all that ): SOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and as usual, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;exams = epic lameness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so here's my lameness for the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OHM. resist the current o levels = potential difference in results?? ;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-5696603379596130395?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/5696603379596130395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=5696603379596130395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/5696603379596130395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/5696603379596130395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/10/ohmaigosh.html' title='OHMAIGOSH'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-5111400446929396047</id><published>2009-10-22T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:52:09.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>cynical denial</title><content type='html'>so i feel slightly guilty now because i'm gulfing down half a tub of haagen dazs chocolate after eating a whole slice of this jelly dessert thing my mum made. uh. and i'm not at english, because i have other desperate matters to attend to, like A. Math, Bio and Physics revision, and i figure i'll just stay up for the actual thing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now, i realised that i felt rather obliged to do something i'm finally legal to do when i turn 16 end of november, except i googled it and apparently being 16 sucks. firstly, everyone knows 16's the legal age to have sex, but we're all morally upright and it's quite a disgusting thought if you think about it, like, all the bodily fluids. ew. secondly, 16's apparently the age that you can kill someone and get killed in a war (NS age limit) so uh. well, that's great. 16's also the age that you can get sentenced to death for drug crimes.. which is like, great as well. well, and of course, 16's the age limit for you to go watch certain movies with sexual innuendos, violence and gore, and all that, but everybody knows that one doesn't really matter. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. then again, 14's the age limit for legal marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops? looks like i missed something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; gosh i hate restrictive blogging. i've so much rubbish and photos from yesterday to write about and put photos up but i CAN'T, because. gah. i wish i had a psychologist by my side 24-7, who'd rationalise every irrational thing i do, say and think. maybe then i'd be more normal. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: okay starting on revision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-5111400446929396047?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/5111400446929396047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=5111400446929396047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/5111400446929396047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/5111400446929396047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/10/cynical-denial.html' title='cynical denial'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-6268689376023347825</id><published>2009-10-20T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:39:07.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/St2ElJrIz0I/AAAAAAAAFGE/_TieI60dw4M/s1600-h/DSC01726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/St2ElJrIz0I/AAAAAAAAFGE/_TieI60dw4M/s320/DSC01726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394613702446600002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the acs(i) physics sec 4 physics paper 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-6268689376023347825?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/6268689376023347825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=6268689376023347825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6268689376023347825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6268689376023347825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/10/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/St2ElJrIz0I/AAAAAAAAFGE/_TieI60dw4M/s72-c/DSC01726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-489516256654627929</id><published>2009-10-16T04:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T04:56:37.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>so i figured</title><content type='html'>that;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am utterly screwed in terms of sleep cycle, considering the proximity of the O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am extremely grateful for the classes I've been put in and the friends I've made throughout the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have to study &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really really really  &lt;/span&gt;hard (and lose a lot of weight) to get into the school that I want to go to, and then it shall be an exciting year(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I suck at getting off the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've cleared out my bedroom so there's actually visible floor! it's almost amazing(: i actually stuck to my schedule for quite a while too, but i think i've missed too many bits and pieces cause i underscheduled myself, so now i've to go and reschedule and do stuff by chapter and all. sigh. chemistry's so doomed. so anyway, i spoke to pk just now and i realised how absolutely thankful i am, and we should be, that we managed to fluke the system in p3 and sustain it till now. haha.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, last day of school today!(: baccalaureate service, last photos, last after-school lunch at NYNY or Island Creamery or something (: heh heh. i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grats to those acsians and rafflesians who made it through their exams! :D hope &lt;strike&gt;all&lt;/strike&gt; most of (haha jk!) of you guys will get good results (: and none of you get retained. heh. i think i've seen the most vulgar reactions to the exams like, in the past 4 years today. ohwell. have fun celebrating today and don't gloat too much or -DIE-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;november-december will be utterly exciting!(: and maybe january too! at a brief glance of what's been planned so far; florence, bologna, milan, birthday, beach, photoshoots, church camp, christmas get togethers :D (OKAY THE LAST ONE HASN'T, BUT IT WILL BE (: ) and that's about all. i wish we could go to bali or bintan though ): sigh, but most of you guys were too pro and have training. bleh. i'm determined to watch my first horror movie, learn how to lan, watch a soccer match and see what's so exciting about it, and achieve terminal velocity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muggermania's also been updated like siao. i still have to do something about the last few posts though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm actually tired now. bye!(:&lt;div 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figured'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-7056457614596440835</id><published>2009-10-15T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:01:57.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so what happens</title><content type='html'>if i say right here that i look forward to your company everyday but you don't know who you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing. duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-7056457614596440835?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-707832728951561049</id><published>2009-10-14T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:41:23.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>WHY?!</title><content type='html'>Li Qingyi says: (6:32:57 PM)&lt;br /&gt;No. ____'S VOICE AND FACE is what we "see" to narrate your writinig&lt;br /&gt;Li Qingyi says: (6:33:23 PM)&lt;br /&gt;Like, you know, when you write, then she's the one who narrates everything you're about to write&lt;br /&gt;Li Qingyi says: (6:33:35 PM)&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS THE PERSONA YOUR HANDWRITING TAKES ON&lt;br /&gt;Li Qingyi says: (6:33:41 PM)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah what&lt;br /&gt;Li Qingyi says: (6:34:01 PM)&lt;br /&gt;a bit messy, but not ludicrously bad (like rachel's cockeyed man)&lt;br /&gt;Li Qingyi says: (6:34:10 PM)&lt;br /&gt;not very defined&lt;br /&gt;Li Qingyi says: (6:34:56 PM)&lt;br /&gt;not VERY distinguishable, but not hard to tells it's yours either&lt;br /&gt;Li Qingyi says: (6:35:44 PM)&lt;br /&gt;and you know how when she speaks it's like she's uttering on about some conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;Li Qingyi says: (6:35:56 PM)&lt;br /&gt;but it's loud-ish and quite annoying most of the time&lt;br /&gt;Li Qingyi says: (6:36:34 PM)&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, think about it this way luh&lt;br /&gt;why all this f/a says: (6:36:56 PM)&lt;br /&gt;o_o&lt;br /&gt;Li Qingyi says: (6:37:03 PM)&lt;br /&gt;If ___ were ever a comic character, your handwriting'd be the font all her speech/thought bubbles are written in&lt;br /&gt;why all this f/a says: (6:37:10 PM)&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;why all this f/a says: (6:37:11 PM)&lt;br /&gt;kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, my classmates are so strange ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>EPIC FAIL #02</title><content type='html'>Phay +apple green+ says: (5:37:45 PM)&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh the epoch of time have been altered! debb! you're respoinsible if an apocolypse occurs ok!&lt;br /&gt;★Jessica says: (5:37:47 PM)&lt;br /&gt;it's just amusing&lt;br /&gt;★Jessica says: (5:37:49 PM)&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;Phay +apple green+ says: (5:37:55 PM)&lt;br /&gt;heh ^^&lt;br /&gt;★Jessica says: (5:37:57 PM)&lt;br /&gt;Spock!&lt;br /&gt;queasy says: (5:38:00 PM)&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;★Jessica says: (5:38:08 PM)&lt;br /&gt;sorry that sounded very Starwar-zy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-5846914233600764090?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/5846914233600764090/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-8279014611003649492</id><published>2009-10-02T00:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:18:40.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>the last five minutes</title><content type='html'>thought process;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omg i can't believe it's MEP o level practical exam tomorrow! ohshite what do i do! well, you know this doesn't actually matter so much, but i really need my A1! i mean, o levels doesn't really matter so much, does it? but nono, i can't be telling myself this now, or i'll do really badly! o levels is IMPORTANT! say it! say it until i believe it! ugh but it's so not true! i don't know maybe i don't really care anym- nono, say it! o level is important! i will work hard for this and go practise more tomorrow, for like, three hours or something, so i can get that awesome A1, i mean i probably screwed up my english oral already, and my wordsetting was so mediocre, but omg! so there's practical tomorrow with the examiners and video and all that, and i really don't know how i should do it, wait i better remember to bring my entry proof. we're just serial numbers to them, does it really matter? ah i feel like practising some more but i really shouldn't because it's really late and i can't believe it's so late, there's o levels tomorrow why am i still awake, i should be getting sleep and not going to school tomorrow to prepare and everything!! but my hair's not dry yet cause i decided to shower a second time, like, late and i'm incredibly thirsty but if i sleep with wet hair, i might get a headache and do really badly tomorrow, or i'd just be so tired and not know what to do! omg when to practice and where!! the rooms are all locked up and i don't know the timings so well what to do shit shit shit.  omg and it's not that important is it? i mean, like, aren't there other things too? like life and shit? sigh! i'm so confuseeeddddd. O LEVELS IS TURNING ME SCHIZO D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, nevermind. i shall msn. someone just asked me if i prefer lollipops or chocolate, now that's nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-8279014611003649492?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/8279014611003649492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=8279014611003649492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/8279014611003649492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/8279014611003649492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-five-minutes.html' title='the last five minutes'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-8229345973315681989</id><published>2009-10-01T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:15:51.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>hot&amp;humid</title><content type='html'>rarh, this is incredibly annoying! ): i'm not meant for hot&amp;amp;humid weather D: sigh. it's making everyone say weird things;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ugh, i'm so hot!' - nga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i'm getting hotter everyday!' - shar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lulz. oh well. and grace and her humid complaints whilst patting her arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, damn pissed at the moment so :D gonna violin and bio. urhg. mlim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck, you stopped my story at the climatic moment D: sob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-8229345973315681989?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/8229345973315681989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=8229345973315681989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/8229345973315681989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/8229345973315681989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/10/hot.html' title='hot&amp;humid'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-1571514675640045989</id><published>2009-09-25T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:29:05.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Loh'd.</title><content type='html'>"Boys are like flies!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-1571514675640045989?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/1571514675640045989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=1571514675640045989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1571514675640045989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1571514675640045989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/09/lohd.html' title='Loh&apos;d.'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-892813194435257680</id><published>2009-09-21T12:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:21:01.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theory'/><title type='text'>haikus are all snobs</title><content type='html'>lately, i've come to realise 2 major things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. people can be characterized by poetic forms. i mean, if you think about it, haikus are terribly snobby! they're all short and profound and 'one with the Earth', and there's definitely tons of people out there like that! i'd give an example of one of the philosophers or whatever, but hey, here's a haiku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Over the wintry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;forest, winds howl in  rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;with no leaves to blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Soseki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. if i want to attain someone who's highly qualified with a good (or dare i ask, outstanding?) degree from oxford, cambridge, havard or one of the other ivy league schools and such, with a very promising future and the personality to maintain so, i'd have to effing study and achieve something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; as excellent! because wouldn't they want someone who's fairly respectable as well? generally, anyway. hopefully get a nice streak of As and whatever for O levels, with all the 1s of course ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i will spend 3 hours later doing MATH, and another hour or less doing physics. gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and i'm on a quest for knowledge ^^ wish me luck! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;integrate, or you will disintegrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-892813194435257680?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/892813194435257680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=892813194435257680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/892813194435257680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/892813194435257680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/09/haikus-are-all-snobs.html' title='haikus are all snobs'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-2253152419670579579</id><published>2009-09-12T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:35:15.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost crimes-</title><content type='html'>guess where I am! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-2253152419670579579?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/2253152419670579579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=2253152419670579579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/2253152419670579579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/2253152419670579579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/09/almost-crimes.html' title='almost crimes-'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-8327395295495081504</id><published>2009-09-07T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:23:49.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>and/break.</title><content type='html'>it's funny how we no longer have energy to do a whole lot of stuff x_x outings, concerts, everything. sigh. easily worn out and all. hm. thanks to you guys for waking me up again x_x haha. i need to stop falling asleep again after that =x and then oversleeping still. bleh. haha. oh and then i found out i was supposed to be in school :O which no one told me about ): but it's a happy day overall(: cupcakes, music, photobooth and all that. no more energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rise concert yesterday was pretty good (: haha. met benedict and his friend there... theo, john, and then ran into richard, ye oon, and made friends with isaac o_o and then encountered some hilarity regarding john and his fanclub. took the mrt back later (: haha thanks yo for teaching me the ways of the MRT :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's with the holidays. oh well. supposed to go back to school sometime. don't know when o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-8327395295495081504?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/8327395295495081504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=8327395295495081504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/8327395295495081504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/8327395295495081504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/09/andbreak.html' title='and/break.'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-2113249798202008707</id><published>2009-09-06T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:40:45.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><title type='text'>whisper in the sunshine</title><content type='html'>HOHO. look! it's a fairly cool, contemplative sounding blogpost title that doesn't really make sense and actually isn't related to the post at all! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm pretty happy today. haha. yesterday. whenever. lol. my classmates are admittedly totally retarded D: and scribbled SJI[heart] and 4EVAAA on my legs and arms and neck and blehhhh. at least they kept away from my face, cause i fell asleep in sch )x but other than that, i found myself a new, little gay boy! ^^ and freaked out someone (i think) and like, did other stuff. ha. today, michelle epicphail as well. lol. cause she was trying to tell me a joke and then her chopsticks were on the plate adn she put her hand down on them and they FLIPPED UP INTO HER FACE. HAHAHA in fact i think they might have a similar video on youtube and omg! it just keeps replaying in my head. i like waking up to the sound of rain! yeapyeap. so mg u14s, and later, rise concert!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;AND I HAVE TETRIS IN MY NEW PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;BEAT THAT.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-2113249798202008707?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/2113249798202008707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=2113249798202008707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/2113249798202008707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/2113249798202008707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/09/whisper-in-sunshine.html' title='whisper in the sunshine'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-6768638274652155274</id><published>2009-09-04T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:47:35.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you imagine?</title><content type='html'>so if we screw up o levels for the sake of it and end up in a 'bad' school/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-6768638274652155274?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/6768638274652155274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=6768638274652155274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6768638274652155274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6768638274652155274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-imagine.html' title='can you imagine?'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-7664950217045364995</id><published>2009-09-03T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:11:04.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>rest-less</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today was tragic, but... MST'S CONFRONTATION OF FAILURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MST: Deborah!! Are you going to study?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh, yah.&lt;br /&gt;MST: Are you going to pass?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I hope so?&lt;br /&gt;MST: ___, I thought you studied! Why did you still fail!&lt;br /&gt;____ *Smile*&lt;br /&gt;MST: ---, work harder!! do better next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she continues to uh, give us all (and i do mean very many people, iwonderwhy) individual short talks on our haydn paper, which i did study for, to an extent! hee. okay, i feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insanely&lt;/span&gt; successful about the twopart paper though. LOL. ohgosh how i love to gloat. but otherwise, why the hell am i so dumb =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-7664950217045364995?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/7664950217045364995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=7664950217045364995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/7664950217045364995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/7664950217045364995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/09/rest-less.html' title='rest-less'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-1118728655441595832</id><published>2009-09-02T04:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T05:07:05.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why I&apos;m Not Sleeping Yet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>midnight</title><content type='html'>talking about life and death and all of those episodes through the night's rather refreshing and just simply nice (and perhaps here i should be slaughtered for the lack of a better word to use). i miss those days. they're lovely (: so here's a little something;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sp2LMtymiKI/AAAAAAAAFBM/i-LER6QZ_sY/s1600-h/Hee%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sp2LMtymiKI/AAAAAAAAFBM/i-LER6QZ_sY/s320/Hee%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376606580716767394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also realised something else about art - literature, music and everything else. before the deepest relation possible to the subject matter, we always have to disconnect - so much that the world no longer believes that we live amongst everyone else. it's simply sensitivity in poignant insensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never been so uncertain about laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired; can't sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-1118728655441595832?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/1118728655441595832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=1118728655441595832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1118728655441595832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1118728655441595832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/09/midnight.html' title='midnight'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sp2LMtymiKI/AAAAAAAAFBM/i-LER6QZ_sY/s72-c/Hee%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-1508317434939834722</id><published>2009-09-01T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:13:11.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x/</title><content type='html'>2 major factors that have made today bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-1508317434939834722?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/1508317434939834722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=1508317434939834722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1508317434939834722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1508317434939834722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/09/x.html' title='x/'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-3255489419647928180</id><published>2009-09-01T06:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T07:05:20.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>'I'm surprised you didn't dress up' - Denise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! Haha. Okay, so I didn't go to school as a clown, with a funky hat or shirt or pants (although I partially regret not taking this opportunity to use the bright orange pants I found in my closet - which, for the record, I don't recall buying or picking out) but it was fun nonetheless ;D armed only with the lomo fisheye camera. Haha. Can't wait to develop all the photos :O I think the film's pretty much used? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 4G had Lina in a clown blouse :O Huiying in hot pink pants and all that, Michh the Cheshire cat, Sherri as the '1337' Singapore Idol contestant (not to mention, slightly drunk), Amaris the mime, Maddy and Aly with their lightsabers.. and who could forget, Shina with her great blue phallic symbol balloon - &lt;strike&gt;slightly&lt;/strike&gt; very unsettling. Ah, and there were others, Petra, Grace, Clare... etc. Twas amusing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much really. Was tempted to go back to RGPS for a quick visit, but then I didn't have Florence's number in my phone, or Pam's for that matter. Ah well, but they messaged later and apparently Sarah, Flo and Steph went back to RGP. Haha. Oh well. We could always go crash later in the year for fun ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved money. Went back home right after and crashed. Woke up at 2am. Meh. I think I've gotten terribly tired and unemotional, and probably v disconnected, lately. Hm. Not that bad a thing anyway. Maybe it's cause of the proper capitalizing :O Can't wait to shop once school ends! =x Ugh, and November! :D December... hm. My life is largely unexciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HM ESSAY DAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-3255489419647928180?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/3255489419647928180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=3255489419647928180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3255489419647928180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3255489419647928180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-951362008424508448</id><published>2009-08-30T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:17:25.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Who, me?</title><content type='html'>Be Yourself Day confounds me every year. I mean, you aren't exactly being yourself are you? So what's the point? I guess it's for the heck of it, and like, fun? Hm. Oddly unenthusiastic this year. I don't know why. The circus theme for this year's BYD has, however, pushed certain friends of mine to ask me really odd questions pertaining to whether I have a bowtie, lightsaber, afro wig, mime hat.. and the list goes on. I mean, how odd do people expect me to be!? :O (For the record, I only have 2 of the above mentioned, and would very much like to have one more.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the only thing I'll be bringing tomorrow's my lomography camera :D (apart from myself and my uniform.. and maybe a bag, wallet, handphone, the usual.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had cell group outing today which was pretty okay; had breakfast, watched The Proposal (funny, btw) and then I had to go off from lunch early to go to NLB with Jess to find stuff for our Higher Music Essay which is greatly doomed and awaiting the great wrath. Sigh. I did borrow three books! :O Except I hadn't borrowed books from the library for 5 years, so they thought I was dead or something and put my account 'to the archives' - how frightening is that?! but it's been reactivated and I could borrow the books in the end. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultra tired. The response to my 'what do pregnant women feel like' question has resulted in a great many different types of responses, because see, I wondered if they just feel really fat, or whether it was something different. I mean, I guess I could ask my mum but it would be terribly odd and I can't think of any situation when I could possibly sneak that question into the conversation. Oh yes, and whether it throws them off balance with the added mass in front.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-951362008424508448?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/951362008424508448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=951362008424508448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/951362008424508448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/951362008424508448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-me.html' title='Who, me?'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-2444106343021230539</id><published>2009-08-30T04:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T04:23:31.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny</title><content type='html'>you're a bad influence. i just realised that. you know, when it got too cold i used to wear the jacket you gave me, but now i don't. i just turn off the aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess it's a good thing then.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-2444106343021230539?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/2444106343021230539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=2444106343021230539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/2444106343021230539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/2444106343021230539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny.html' title='funny'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-189747393128525788</id><published>2009-08-29T04:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T04:21:04.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Hippopothesis~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I mean, hypothetically, wouldn't I want to be the BEST pianist there is? So I'm not just hypothetically a pianist, I'm hypothetically the best pianist in the world.' - the theories of Greg from sometime in 07.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, the theme for my night this night has actually been hypothetical marriages!:O Which is highly amusing and based on the theory concocted by LSY that there's no girl-guy friendship that's absolutely never been totally, 100% platonic because somewhere along the way either the girl or the guy has thought of 'what could be' and all that, although there are the very rare few which are totally awesome, because all that rs stuff just screws everything up, really. Haha, little bits of interesting conversation here and there, and hypothetical kids with hypothetical talents, ohgosh I have to stop using 'hypothetical'. Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it wasn't really for the entire night, because I spent most of my night (up till about 11pm, if I'm not mistaken) at my mum's friend's house, cause apparently there was a dinner to celebrate the new movie theatre (after the shelf collapsed and all that a couple of weeks ago) and basically just to like, eat. It was pretty much the usual, I guess, all the little kids running around and the very few almost secondary school (well, this time, singular) student(s) who are just as antisocial as I am in these situations, which leave me with the dilemma of choosing between enduring the whole motherhood talks, watching Ben 10 and just plain awkward silence now and then. Of course, the entire night isn't so torturous. It was still enjoyable, with snippets of interesting conversation; gross or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining everyday for the past week, and terribly creepily too, because it's not like, continuous peaceful rain, it's like disgusting splotches of drizzle-rain, which is terrible! really. The past few days, however, have been mindnumbingly awesome in the sense of absolute slackness and progressive insanity, and perhaps a little research of gastronomic nature. Hm. I've made Cranberry-Coconut Cookies (which as gross as it sounds, are terribly tasty and of the chewy cookie kind) and pancakes... so tomorrow's the buttermilk pancake day! I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I realise I didn't quite do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, now I'm slightly irked that a mosquito or some other insect bit my shoulder blade. Why the hell there?! Tata! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Teehee! If you're observant enough, you'd have realised that I've actually started capitalizing where it should be most of the time!(:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-189747393128525788?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/189747393128525788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=189747393128525788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/189747393128525788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/189747393128525788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/08/hippopothesis.html' title='Hippopothesis~'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-2360449201290957682</id><published>2009-08-28T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:11:26.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woes'/><title type='text'>MY SHOPPING WOES.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently craving shopping and spending and urgh. I know this is terrible and shallow, but how I yearn for the ability to spend on bags and tops and coats and hats and sunnies!! D: Yes, I am indeed, very unfortunately, BROKE, and my parents refuse to spend anymore on clothes and stuff for me (unless I see something absolutely spectacular, I presume) until the end of the year. Sigh. I've also had the very recent revelation that I have to do my winter shopping in September this year, during that little one month 'study' break we get between everything and O levels, which really screws everything up! See, I used to have my major shopping done during June and end October to early November, cause our holidays are usually mid or end November, and so I'd be able to save up an ample amount to facilitate my end year shopping between then with my June shopping money residue and the weekly pocket money savings and all that, but this time, I DON'T HAVE TIME TO! ): Which is really upsetting, so I guess I'll have to have a very very basic checklist this time, which includes like, the very essential stuff, and I can't really recklessly say OOH THIS LOOKS PRETTY LETS GET IT or anything like that, and it has to be absolutely wonderful or something I really really want. Hm. Of course, I'll still buy the blouse then and now.. I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THE SHOPPING WOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yeap! :D Nov-Dec holidays decided already, and greatly looking forward to it!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-2360449201290957682?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/2360449201290957682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=2360449201290957682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/2360449201290957682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/2360449201290957682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-shopping-woes.html' title='MY SHOPPING WOES.'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-3303734067075737988</id><published>2009-08-26T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:38:17.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>QOTD #012371</title><content type='html'>'isn't genghis khan the philosopher?' - mich&lt;br /&gt;'NO! he's the serial killer!' - rida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;grace and i just going o_x -_-" """&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;further win;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'so michelle, do you know who mussolini is?' - me&lt;br /&gt;'yah! he's the ESCAPIST right?' - michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was thinking of Harry Houdini who is not in fact an escapist (well, maybe he is, we'll never know), but an escape artist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-3303734067075737988?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/3303734067075737988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=3303734067075737988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3303734067075737988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3303734067075737988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/08/qotd-012371.html' title='QOTD #012371'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-295129861111139159</id><published>2009-08-25T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:25:55.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>progressive failure</title><content type='html'>today's emath paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questions 1 - 6; omg awesome! i can do EVERYTHING! :O 7.. hm okay. 8.. shit. lets see what's next. 9. SHIT. 10. damn it what do i press in my calculator o_o hmm. maybe.. 11's quite okay. oh wait, ack. still, i did a rough count and i think i can still get a distinction grade. hopefully! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch UP with grace, mich, jess and amanda after school. we went to cathay, then to plaza sing and ohgosh i spent so much money in all . bleh. haha. buses and victims of inertia x_x UP was really good though! (: anyone should ttly watch it. haha. i love the way pixar movies never really have a very cliched happy ending but it's still really nice and it feels all wrapped up. sigh. and the short film right before that was great too! :D Partly Cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought some stuff after that and i really can't wait to get my new handphone. urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-295129861111139159?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/295129861111139159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=295129861111139159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/295129861111139159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/295129861111139159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/08/progressive-failure.html' title='progressive failure'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-4778259569752025172</id><published>2009-08-24T11:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:28:51.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>ooocytes</title><content type='html'>as it turns out;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'UGH I CAN'T DO SEXUAL REPRO' - me&lt;br /&gt;'you infertile noob!!' - shina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, bio makes you go crazy, especially at 7:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though all in all, it was a pretty cool paper :D only emath 2 left, and i'm DONEE. FREAKING DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other snippets of today;&lt;br /&gt;'eh maddy do you have an extra calculator to lend?' - me&lt;br /&gt;'uh yeah. wait.' - maddy, runs out and gets me a calculator&lt;br /&gt;'thanks so much!!' - me&lt;br /&gt;'goodluck though, it's solar powered' - maddy&lt;br /&gt;-.-" - me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thankfully ridz had an extra calculator that was battery run)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the taxi driver today also asked if i was taking PSLE. bleh. and then SKW said i did look like a 12 year old, so now i've a reason to fear KW ~shifty eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-4778259569752025172?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/4778259569752025172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=4778259569752025172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/4778259569752025172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/4778259569752025172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/08/ooocytes.html' title='ooocytes'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-9198901705521531433</id><published>2009-08-23T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:14:21.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iMug'/><title type='text'>don't drink pond water, fish do things in it.</title><content type='html'>went for church in the morning. then the little schoolboys (jess, mich) and i went off to sakae sushi at parkmall to have a quick lunch with udon and went back to ywca to study more. haha. we took room 809 which was really scary! :O cause the chairs on the other side of the room kept falling and we were there and like omg. haha. well, it was just super amusing haha! :D i'm not sure if it's really apt to blog about all the stuff we did here, so i'll leave that for jess to blog abt if she wants o_o lol. goats, water and all that shite. xD left at around 5 and then went around little india in mich's car cause they were looking for a money changer. haha. went home, and that was about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-9198901705521531433?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/9198901705521531433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=9198901705521531433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/9198901705521531433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/9198901705521531433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-drink-pond-water-fish-do-things-in.html' title='don&apos;t drink pond water, fish do things in it.'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-7096048463773591433</id><published>2009-08-22T16:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T18:52:26.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>i wanna</title><content type='html'>sail to the horizon in a little wooden boat that looks like its about to fall apart and sink after this one last trip :D with a camera, of course. go shopping and buy tons of bags and tops. have a wonderfully compact, light and effective umbrella. lose weight. be able to play really well. have more willpower. know all plants and my systems like shitz. have a wonderful fruit delivery system. eat prata or pancake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-7096048463773591433?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/7096048463773591433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=7096048463773591433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/7096048463773591433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/7096048463773591433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wanna.html' title='i wanna'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-7599476038559356995</id><published>2009-08-20T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T18:05:44.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>back where we started</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/230/2/0/3_by_przypadek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 322px;" src="http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/230/2/0/3_by_przypadek.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i've recently discovered how to use a film camera! (: cause we have these 2 film slrs in the camera cupboard - one nikon, one canon, so i decided to take them out to try! :D so now i can take proper photos, adjust the shutter speed, aperture and all that :O:O even LOADING THE FILM AND TAKING IT OUT (i know, i feel so accomplished!) haha but now i have this unbelievable craving to go out and take photos somewhere really pretty, and i wish someone would be there to like, teach more! how very exciting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had assembly today, for like, 80 people at most ._. and then geog elect paper was pretty okay :D i finally put the 'N' and signed. heee! so that's done. finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE THEY ARE! (: my wonderful things to experiment with for the next few days weeks months. i don't know! :O haha. there's also the lomo camera and the polaroids!! omg. how exciting. found a canon eos 500n and tons of other compact films too, but it doesn't seem as exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/So0fxvQGnSI/AAAAAAAAFA0/9ODEhaeMopY/s1600-h/_MG_9487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/So0fxvQGnSI/AAAAAAAAFA0/9ODEhaeMopY/s320/_MG_9487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371984869880929570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-7599476038559356995?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/7599476038559356995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=7599476038559356995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/7599476038559356995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/7599476038559356995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-where-we-started.html' title='back where we started'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/So0fxvQGnSI/AAAAAAAAFA0/9ODEhaeMopY/s72-c/_MG_9487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-4530804838972749005</id><published>2009-08-19T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:46:57.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>NYORK NYORK!</title><content type='html'>the new New York New York! @ Coronation's pretty awesome, so don't please flood the place!(: then we can still talk like no one's listening! haha. went there after chemistry paper and chinese results (YES, i got my expected grade! although i have to admit it's rather boring. bleh - yes i did pass.) with michh, jess, nini, priyanshu and ainiah. haha. which was really funny cause when we went to the concourse, nini, priyanshu, ainiah weren't there so jess thought they abandoned her, then later, when we got onto the bus, she called nini and apparently they were at the concourse LOL but we met up again at coronation anyway :D i'm really happy coro's trying to look nicer bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, we had super sinful foods! :O from cheese fondue to lasagna (apparently 5*s by oprah lol) and mudpie! HAHA. and always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'M GONNA HAVE BLOODY EYEBALLS!" - priyanshu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say her drink looked pretty cute though. :D then michh, ainiah and jess started acting like little schoolboys. LOL. or well, ainiah was the mother. haha. sigh. them and their dirty mindss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun though :D we spent $100 in total! :O but it's fairly reasonable. about $20 each for lunch. haha. which also means i shouldn't be cabbing home or anything for the next few days. mmpfh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry paper today! :O a lot of people said it was really quite difficult, and i guess it was? i don't know. i was in a state of oblivion x= not that i'd do well or anything, i didn't even finish the paper D: but i started from the back (well sort of) so at least i got all my marks for the very last part! :D oh well. still think i'll be able to pass though. haha. i fell asleep with my chem textbook just after reading through Plastics, which probably explains these horrendously low expectations xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was pretty pissed still! in the morning! because i wanted to rush back to class to run through some other stuff, but instead, i had to stay at assembly to listen to like, prize things. sigh. irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;messing around with the film cameras! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-4530804838972749005?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/4530804838972749005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=4530804838972749005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/4530804838972749005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/4530804838972749005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/08/nyork-nyork.html' title='NYORK NYORK!'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-564294237464973323</id><published>2009-08-17T15:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:24:07.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KAP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>LASH</title><content type='html'>haha. inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, amath today was pretty okay! wow. i feel like i would've murdered the person who said that it was going to be a killer paper cause friday's paper was supposed to give us marks, but i didn't really stay up to study for it anyway, so it's nothing too blehrhg about it really (: i'm rather happy, all in all. i think i might get a fairly decent grade (: haha i mean, other than the demoralizing fact that the people directly in front and behind me are gonna get full marks, or at least 90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. shina's been really awesome too! because i forgot to bring my calculator today (I KNOW, BRILLIANT RIGHT) but she had an extra and lent it to me! ^^ and then later i went out of the exam hall really happy and forgot my wallet, and she picked it up later :O so , THANKYEW (lolol omg lky just came to mind o_o) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, jess, nini and i went to KAP! haha. they mugged, discussed lit and i ran through geog elect and physics and emath :D (sorta anyway) haha, then yeah. it was pretty fun(: except i swear i'm getting fat from all the kapness! i will ttly go to New York New York! on wednesday if i have to go somewhere! :D maybe. hehe. or maybe starbucks, except starbucks is really small! sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, around 2, the weather was really lovely - not humid and not hot! :O so we decided to walk down to sixth avenue, then i took a cab home, and then i ran around the estate :D so i feel rather unfatified today. i hope it canceled off the calories and all that gained from mcflurry and mcnuggets meal today x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i've decided to have a KAP tag from now on so i can see just how often i end up going to KAP from now till after o's =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(food chem notes up on muggermania for those of you from G who need it! :) courtesy of madz!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-564294237464973323?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/564294237464973323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=564294237464973323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/564294237464973323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/564294237464973323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/08/lash.html' title='LASH'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-2094675663317376444</id><published>2009-08-16T03:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T03:37:27.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>LULZ</title><content type='html'>is the only word i can use to describe this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even though i've mugged a hell lot today (in comparison to a normal day anyway), i had the most amusing time ever at acs(i) band concert. i went with shina, met wilford and junyi, and consequently, crawshaw, matthew, tricia, nicole, shil, harold, and then keezhang, raemiguel (sp?), darren, michael, aric, and mattheus (apparently!:O) and timtang? o_o TT, ARE YOU NOT HONOURED YOU ARE FINALLY HERE? HAHA. jkjk. but anyway, omg! although i can't post much of what happened because it was either 1) terribly inappropriate and would get me arrested for this blog, 2) gossipy things involving precious relationships or 3) just too damn lulz someone would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was GREAT anyway. and in short, i think the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xylophone&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is damn cute and cool, like the small one! especially with all the gliss, but RB said i was banned from playing it. ugh. anyway, then SL introduced me to RB and DT and then i introduced SL to crawshaw and HS and SG and the rest of them, which was srsly damn amusing, because then HS called AL the moment he left which you really won't get unless you're in my class. ugh! DT reminds me of spongebob. SL also called wil and co the hawker uncles hehe. and apparently RL's RL (HAHA OMG SAME INITIALS SO KYUTE) Roxanne's old kindergarten friend !:O:O wow! RL's expression was priceless. lol.  haha, and then my stalker found me and SAID HI BEFORE I DID ): to which i just didn't know how to react but seriously! how many life experiences can you have in a week! first the copulation accusation, and now the stalker confrontation! wow. and apparently stalker is SL's and TC's friend !:O:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, the pieces were okay (: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left around 11, so i've no idea what happened after that! but yeah :D funness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to KAP with mich and sam on friday! and then i went with jess on thurs! i swear i'm going to get fat really fast during exams. they just call for so much fried foods! sigh. it's been really fun. haha. and rida is totally lolz to study around, if you don't plan on studying anyway, cause she keeps groping the air, talking to her 'imaginary friend lily' (i quote) and ... haha. nevermind. just ask her what she thinks about studying Deterrence&amp;amp;Diplomacy for SS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love cue cards and gluetape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have fb and you're my friend or anything; HAHA. go see the video too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs46/f/2009/223/a/0/Breathe_by_P0RG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs46/f/2009/223/a/0/Breathe_by_P0RG.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Staring up into the solar system,&lt;br /&gt;All the stars are fixed up in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sparkle for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Before I just fizzle out and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy because I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Scared of spiders, scared of flying.&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't so happy,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be so scared of dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so many things to buy, it's not even funny anymore. WISHLIST UPDATED. xylophone and camera lenses! i can't believe my bro sold off the dslr lenses ): even the good one ! urgh and my favourite one. x.x sigh! i actually brought a camera today to band concert, but it was out of battery apparently. sigh. camwhore sins~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-2094675663317376444?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/2094675663317376444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=2094675663317376444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/2094675663317376444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/2094675663317376444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/08/lulz.html' title='LULZ'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-5427277661922955516</id><published>2009-08-12T16:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:39:41.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>of chewing gum and eclairs</title><content type='html'>well, the past half-a-week has been a blast! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except school today, which was largely uneventful and probably due to the fact that we only had 1 proper lesson and the rest were free periods. haha. our teacher gave us candy too! ^^ happiness~ and i finished my 'what do you look for in a life partner' essay which was so cliche and cheesy i feel like puking, but i guess it has to be, since my actual criteria's pretty shallow. haha. like, looking photogenic together! because it doesn't matter if there's 2 ugly people, or 1 ugly person, cause together, they could very possibly look rather cute. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our usual bench talk and then we moved over to the bamboo courtyard, except it seemed too tranquil and pure, so we had to gossip back at the bench. haha. well, it wasn't so much gossip as it was planning an event ^^ which will be heard of in due time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all about today. it was all rather lulz; what with monty ship and monty hound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was pretty okay too. (yes, i realise how mundane this is) just the usual, i suppose. except i had a craving for pickles, which then led to AHEMSOMEONEAHEM proclaiming my pregnancy during math (which, btw, is not true) having copulated over lunch cause apparently pickle cravings are a sign of pregnancy, to which my math teacher reacted rather calmly to and learnt the word 'copulate'. sherri then suggested i eat more pineapples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday was cool :D woke up before 12 !:O then went over to pikyy's to play tennis and have lunch, snacks until dinner, and then dinner, whilst watching a whole series of movies!:O&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Dark Knight, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist&lt;/span&gt;! hah with jolene, cherry, gid and of course, pikyy. baked cakes the few days before and eating like mad. so yeah. the usual full of retardednesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap. haha. we watched the stars later, whilst talking about life and friends et cetera. or maybe they weren't the stars. i mean, they were sort of moving, and blinking, so i thought they were planes but then i found out the clouds were moving. oh my. confusion~ the sky was rather pretty though. it really moved. hm. and it's really intriguing y'know, because when you look at the sky; well, what really is the sky? isn't it just a concept, because you're really looking at something that's transparent and invisible (i.e. the atmosphere) and what you really see, i mean. isn't it just the universe? that which is beyond and unreachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national day. i felt oddly unpatriotic being at my computer, but heck. i had friends giving commentaries so i didn't feel obliged to go down. however, i did recite the pledge IN MANDARIN AND MALAY at 8:22pm (talk about ownage!) and watch a bit of the ndp, though i'm slightly disturbed by the fact that alfian sa'at wrote the script that included a jurong bimb x=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yeap! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-5427277661922955516?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/5427277661922955516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=5427277661922955516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/5427277661922955516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/5427277661922955516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-chewing-gum-and-eclairs.html' title='of chewing gum and eclairs'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-6420394704901376093</id><published>2009-08-08T03:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T03:43:54.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>i learn so much from wikipedia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs46/300W/f/2009/219/c/0/Leave_This_Life_Behind_by_P0RG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs46/300W/f/2009/219/c/0/Leave_This_Life_Behind_by_P0RG.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, and for terribly inappropriate text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank too much soup and tea.&lt;br /&gt;now i have to pee&lt;br /&gt;ever so frequently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-6420394704901376093?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/6420394704901376093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=6420394704901376093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6420394704901376093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6420394704901376093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-learn-so-much-from-wikipedia.html' title='i learn so much from wikipedia.'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-7057096498948157026</id><published>2009-08-07T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:36:38.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>of hangovers and the west</title><content type='html'>today's been a pretty happy day with the exception of two incidents;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) wth. a speech was what was given for English prelims situation writing x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) the lady at shop&amp;amp;save gave me this really crumpled and dirty $2 note. i mean, how the heck do people get their notes so dirty!! it's almost unfathomable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, the happy stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i wrote an essay i'm pretty happy with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i have a paragraph (that i didn't include in my essay) of prose which i'm really happy with too ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) tomorrow's a really short school day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) spoke with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) and now i feel like drinking herbal tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) heartlanders are really nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) people think i look 16 !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right, and i did bio and physics notes (: how very exciting! hehe. i'm still a little annoyed though, because i've decided to do them in all forms so i currently have notes in mindmap form, a4 form, printed, handwritten, on the computer... blah. not for complete sets of everything of course (not to mention i doubt there is even a complete set of anything) but i did one on these notecard things? and what really irks me is that i don't know what the proper name for it is! and i did use to know. ohsigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went with cherry and janice to westmall today to watch the hangover. (: it's got virtually no plot, but the slapstick and like, normal american humour's there i suppose. haha. and then i ate at the foodcourt there! and there was a really nice cleaner and stall owner as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-7057096498948157026?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/7057096498948157026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=7057096498948157026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/7057096498948157026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/7057096498948157026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-hangovers-and-west.html' title='of hangovers and the west'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-695768176619543379</id><published>2009-08-05T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:14:26.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>things i read</title><content type='html'>like, y'know. wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's probably a sign that i've done too many notes for the day, but seriously. cause I had gum, and I was wondering what was good about gum, so I wiki-ed it, and then i came across the page on "&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chewing_gum_ban_in_Singapore"&gt;Chewing Gum Ban In Singapore&lt;/a&gt;", where I found all sorts of rather hilarious things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;They also zeroed in on Singapore’s other peculiar laws, including the "mandatory flushing in public toilets" ruling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Some found it surprising that Wrigley had fought hard on this battle, given the small size of Singapore's chewing market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;When a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BBC" title="BBC"&gt;BBC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; reporter suggested that overly draconian laws would stifle the people's creativity, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Kuan_Yew" title="Lee Kuan Yew"&gt;Lee Kuan Yew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; retorted: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"If you can't think because you can't chew, try a banana."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, but i've been chewing gum, so i think i'm quite safe for tomorrow's english paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair was butchered by michelle, shina and chris (mich's bro) on monday with hairspray, wax and mousse. so sad to say, this is the second time i've had wax in my hair D: haha. except i was asleep this time. and i had to taste facial foam. it's damn gross, if anyone wants to try x_x but that was after we had cake and calamari at goodwood park hotel. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything lately's been pretty okay i suppose (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did notes! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-695768176619543379?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/695768176619543379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=695768176619543379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/695768176619543379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/695768176619543379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-read.html' title='things i read'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-1425776692707235498</id><published>2009-08-02T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:10:24.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>looks just like the sun</title><content type='html'>hey you guys, thanks so much for all that you've said and done. (: really appreciate it haha. i'll pay you back with cookies and brownies and cake and all that, i suppose. thanks to you, especially, didi, for always knowing what to say :D sigh, meanice. and the (unexpected) km, who was there when no one else was ): hahaha. amazingly, because your sleeping hours are like, 11pm to 7am, and who the hell sleeps like that!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i haven't blogged in ages. been immersed in facebook and twitter and facebook bots telling me things i shouldn't ever know and also reveal so much about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;certain&lt;/span&gt; people and talking to all of them and. rarh. haha i really don't get people sometimes. i mean, how is it that people who don't know you can judge you. although i suppose we're all guilty of it. oh well. maybe we're all multi-faceted people, or maybe we're all just a single plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEP practical was last week. i forgot to page turn . bleh. haha thanks though, CT, for playing the piano accompaniment :D it's a tough piece and takes time and effort to learn and all that! and i'm really glad to have found someone to do so for freeeee. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for Drama FOA with Jess and Rida yesterday, and Cherry was there too with Joseph, and Gid, and Ryan, (and apparently Brian too :O), and Gareth and Jingyan and.. youknowwhat, nevermind, and Jess' friends who came by for 5 minutes? o_O and thanks GG (haha omg gossipgirl) or Gid or wtv for the toblerone :D my dinner! haha. we were pretty shameless so oh well. haha. you can see photos on facebook if you're a friend of mine, otherwise, hopefully not =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. it's been an emotional rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i guess it's cause i know you won't hurt me that i may always love you forever and ever. lala~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-1425776692707235498?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/1425776692707235498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=1425776692707235498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1425776692707235498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1425776692707235498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/08/looks-just-like-sun.html' title='looks just like the sun'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-3655178341901554970</id><published>2009-07-27T20:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:37:49.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>LOST&amp;FOUND</title><content type='html'>founder's day dinner was altogether awesome(: from preparations to pre-fodd tanning at clare's and even after that! sherri, maddy, clare and amaris booked a room at meritus mandarin! which i crashed before that cause clare and amaris were helping me with my make up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2b1lvS_LI/AAAAAAAAE_s/4SDNqTpKins/s1600-h/DSC01388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2b1lvS_LI/AAAAAAAAE_s/4SDNqTpKins/s400/DSC01388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363114076233989298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thanks you guys! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was insanely cool though, because the aircon was set at 15ºc!!! and then we went down fashionably late after everyone got ready and sherri's mum brought us back starbucks! :D THANKS A LOT YOU GUYS !(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2b1w19prI/AAAAAAAAE_8/StOxqq1A2DQ/s1600-h/Room2806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2b1w19prI/AAAAAAAAE_8/StOxqq1A2DQ/s400/Room2806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363114079214741170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;room 2806 (kudos to clare for the photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes! madeline wore a dress :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the lift door opened when we got to the ballroom floor, we seriously went deaf with all the screaming x_x but everyone looked absolutely awesome :D and we picked up grace and michelle, the hini ones xD from downstairs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2b1zoJIdI/AAAAAAAAE_0/YpHiKPe6oug/s1600-h/GraceClareMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2b1zoJIdI/AAAAAAAAE_0/YpHiKPe6oug/s400/GraceClareMe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363114079962079698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone was wearing HIGH HEELS (which, if you know me, i'm not allowed to wear, cause my mom thinks i'll fall and break my back in them) so my shortness was accentuated D: and grace's dress was amazing too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2bcX7oIfI/AAAAAAAAE_c/_M3zfPgR5_I/s1600-h/DSC01452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2bcX7oIfI/AAAAAAAAE_c/_M3zfPgR5_I/s400/DSC01452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363113643030880754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherry and roxanne! :D greatest friends for the longest time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jess! i didn't get a photo with you! :O:O besides the group one, which was BLURRRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blurry photos - the bane of my existance D: oh heck, i'll post it anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2ecAN6CQI/AAAAAAAAFAc/1DEjmJAgQiQ/s1600-h/DSC01400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2ecAN6CQI/AAAAAAAAFAc/1DEjmJAgQiQ/s400/DSC01400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363116935199983874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2bczZF0kI/AAAAAAAAE_k/xk5XKK_ryGs/s1600-h/DSC01460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2bczZF0kI/AAAAAAAAE_k/xk5XKK_ryGs/s400/DSC01460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363113650402218562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lydia! first ensemble friend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2b2I72fMI/AAAAAAAAFAE/uf6d5gSLWus/s1600-h/4G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2b2I72fMI/AAAAAAAAFAE/uf6d5gSLWus/s400/4G.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363114085681888450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4G :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2ec-0D4mI/AAAAAAAAFAs/roDID1Ga3AE/s1600-h/DSC01455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2ec-0D4mI/AAAAAAAAFAs/roDID1Ga3AE/s400/DSC01455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363116952003011170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2ecdkmJcI/AAAAAAAAFAk/t6Hsksfr5Yw/s1600-h/DSC01447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2ecdkmJcI/AAAAAAAAFAk/t6Hsksfr5Yw/s400/DSC01447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363116943079777730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE CLASS :D we've gone through the o's together ALREADY! :D and at least if we don't make it the first round, we'll have another term together! HAHA. all the best!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2bbfGvTgI/AAAAAAAAE_E/wPzn_bQyfuw/s1600-h/DSC01473_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2bbfGvTgI/AAAAAAAAE_E/wPzn_bQyfuw/s400/DSC01473_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363113627776667138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OUR TABLE  61:D the most fabulous one there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were tiaras and neon dresses, so basically the qualifications for any girls' formal dinner had been met. lol. and i think i was one of the few people there who actually ate, and alyssa and rida's portions too! ohdear. it was really sad they couldn't make it ! ): but alyssa came by after to go to the arcade, though i ended up going to wheelock with samantha and nicole (: so that concluded the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all of you guys who've been awesome friends all these years, especially room 2806 who let me steal your complimentary chocolates and biscuits, and crash before fdd! (: thanks to cherry, roxanne and jessica too for all the absolutely retarded moments through the past 4 years :D i wish i had more photographic evidence, hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a smattering of photographs, go to facebook! to see all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the day before, we had founder's day service. after that, grace, petra, amanda and i headed off to clare's to go 'tan' on her rooftop, but the weather was evil so we couldn't in the end D: and ended up watching Gossip Girl, which explains the laptop. lolol. except then clare and amanda went off to study! ): but we learnt clare's secret to all her A1s. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2b-_BUItI/AAAAAAAAFAU/4B4I2EqgrzQ/s1600-h/tanning2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2b-_BUItI/AAAAAAAAFAU/4B4I2EqgrzQ/s400/tanning2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363114237639271122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2b2cHY0DI/AAAAAAAAFAM/oIVFkg4i5vQ/s1600-h/tanning1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2b2cHY0DI/AAAAAAAAFAM/oIVFkg4i5vQ/s400/tanning1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363114090830549042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've got 8 weeks left! and the o's!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to go make a video. lala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-3655178341901554970?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/3655178341901554970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=3655178341901554970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3655178341901554970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3655178341901554970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost.html' title='LOST&amp;FOUND'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sm2b1lvS_LI/AAAAAAAAE_s/4SDNqTpKins/s72-c/DSC01388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-273218897892406306</id><published>2009-07-26T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:34:42.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>the horror of school</title><content type='html'>i realise a founder's day post is pretty much obligatory, but first;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a rejection letter from a jc,&lt;br /&gt;'it was really pc and all that, and at the end it was like ' we hope that you will get in through JAE'..' - mhwang&lt;br /&gt;'yeaa?' - me&lt;br /&gt;'they're so evil lah! THEY WANT ME TO STUDY!!' - mhwang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-273218897892406306?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/273218897892406306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=273218897892406306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/273218897892406306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/273218897892406306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/07/horror-of-school.html' title='the horror of school'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-6387312904557543350</id><published>2009-07-24T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:51:17.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>so true</title><content type='html'>frank the magic dragon says: (11:47:19 PM)&lt;br /&gt;haha thats quite weird having founders day in the middle of term 3&lt;br /&gt;F { ♥ } = ? says: (11:48:02 PM)&lt;br /&gt;yea!&lt;br /&gt;frank the magic dragon says: (11:48:55 PM)&lt;br /&gt;i mean what school gets founded in term 3 week 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-6387312904557543350?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/6387312904557543350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=6387312904557543350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6387312904557543350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6387312904557543350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-true.html' title='so true'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-1046414684348938045</id><published>2009-07-24T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:19:57.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiment'/><title type='text'>was once lost, but now am found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sml8diuEZWI/AAAAAAAAE-8/YWbDcJbve4s/s1600-h/IMG_4918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sml8diuEZWI/AAAAAAAAE-8/YWbDcJbve4s/s400/IMG_4918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361953678339368290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was founder's day service today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the only reason i came =x since it was the first time i wasn't on stage, i could FINALLY do this. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-1046414684348938045?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/1046414684348938045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=1046414684348938045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1046414684348938045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1046414684348938045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/07/was-once-lost-but-now-am-found.html' title='was once lost, but now am found'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sml8diuEZWI/AAAAAAAAE-8/YWbDcJbve4s/s72-c/IMG_4918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-7460180477612137298</id><published>2009-07-23T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:13:54.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>i want to know your plans~</title><content type='html'>recently, i've only had one thing on my mind (-mostly). no prizes for guessing what it is. i don't think it'll be so bad if it happens, and i really can't imagine going anywhere else. sigh. it's really pathetic, but everyday goes by and still. one day, i'll realise that the anticipation was the best feeling. it always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could fulfillment ever be felt as deeply as loss? Romantically, she decided that love must surely reside in the gap between desire and fulfillment, in the lack, not the contentment. Love was the ache, the anticipation, the retreat, everything around it but the emtion itself. - The Inheritance of Loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: oh well.  i've decided that i shall do the same writing thing again. just that it won't be letters, where i'll run out of words, but like, a simple sentence. maybe. i don't know. colourful markers are fun to write with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i can't wait for the next few days! (: founder's day service (seeing all the seniors!:O) li yundi concert and tanning at clare's! ;D unless michh passed her h1n1 to grace and then like, yeah (get well soon, you guys!) and then founder's day dinner on saturday. ib dsa results soon too, and i really think they've already chucked my portfolio into the bin. oh well. there goes $50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess a quote to end off would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during biology,&lt;br /&gt;"...so they are totipotent cells." - msng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"eh!! so what's the difference between totipotent and omnipotent?" - michh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;"uh. michelle. omnipotent is.. the whole.. God.. thing." - msng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha gosh, i hope her future rjc classmates don't find my blog xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-7460180477612137298?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/7460180477612137298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=7460180477612137298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/7460180477612137298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/7460180477612137298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-know-your-plans.html' title='i want to know your plans~'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-7214947089975423520</id><published>2009-07-20T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:31:46.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>terribly annoyed</title><content type='html'>i mean, firstly, i did biology essays up till 3am only to realise there wasn't biology lesson the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, today, during MEP word-setting (yes, the one for O levels) the stupid windows computer in school's finale program effing hung and didn't save what i did for the last 40 minutes ._. thankfully, i didn't do much, and i ended up doing more in the next 10 minutes. rawrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the rest of today rehearsing for mep prac. yeah, i prefer the word 'rehearsing' cause it makes everything sound so much more formal (: it's quite nice. like, if it's just practice, it's never a legitimate excuse for anything, but if it's rehearsing (which requires at least 2 people, i suppose) then it is an accepted excuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have baking needs again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than making KONYAKU JELLY ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) cheesecake recipe 2&lt;br /&gt;2) chocochipcookiemania ;D&lt;br /&gt;3) lemon tart&lt;br /&gt;4) sorbet&lt;br /&gt;5) pancakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i should be making one more cake, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should learn how to do cupcake deco too! :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-7214947089975423520?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/7214947089975423520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=7214947089975423520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/7214947089975423520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/7214947089975423520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/07/terribly-annoyed.html' title='terribly annoyed'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-2542456828233546543</id><published>2009-07-18T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:58:15.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angryangryangry'/><title type='text'>well, screw you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/SmE58Kt822I/AAAAAAAAE-0/8dK6PEzTDto/s1600-h/Photo+58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/SmE58Kt822I/AAAAAAAAE-0/8dK6PEzTDto/s200/Photo+58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359628737379621730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's what i get for actually bringing home my exam practice papers. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework and i do not get along. at all. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hates me more than i hate it, i should think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see why they had to bring us back to school on a saturday morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-2542456828233546543?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/2542456828233546543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=2542456828233546543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/2542456828233546543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/2542456828233546543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-screw-you.html' title='well, screw you.'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/SmE58Kt822I/AAAAAAAAE-0/8dK6PEzTDto/s72-c/Photo+58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-1641094832394967207</id><published>2009-07-16T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:19:00.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know me best</title><content type='html'>sometimes i look back and think; i wonder how everything could have been. i don't know if it's too late, or if you're just like me, or if anything at all. anyway, keep talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're not just another story to tell(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood:&lt;/span&gt; bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;listening to:&lt;/span&gt; fell in love without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reading:&lt;/span&gt; CIP log list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eating:&lt;/span&gt; nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drinking:&lt;/span&gt; soup, in a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-1641094832394967207?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/1641094832394967207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=1641094832394967207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1641094832394967207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1641094832394967207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-know-me-best.html' title='you know me best'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-4998387283168108523</id><published>2009-07-16T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:31:12.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>so long, farewell!</title><content type='html'>thanks to you juniors for the awesome strings farewell (: i'm sorry i keep forgetting your names =x notes and whatnot will come next wednesday. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch with rida is totally amusing with her endless complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eeyer!! why is the spaghetti cut up until like that! it's so short! i cannot eat it! see! it falls of the fork like that! i think i should just use the spoon!! i don't think it's even spaghetti anymore it's MACARONI!!!!!!!11!!" - ridz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english oral was fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-4998387283168108523?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/4998387283168108523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=4998387283168108523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/4998387283168108523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/4998387283168108523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-long-farewell.html' title='so long, farewell!'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-4056329525160205</id><published>2009-07-14T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:24:14.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>$$$</title><content type='html'>This is what I call a BETFAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the chinese movie we're currently watching in class,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I keep waiting for some psycho murderer stalker to come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janell&lt;/span&gt;: WHAT?! NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Yah! And then the mother will die and it'll be really sad. OR OR THE 18 year old would die like, and like, blast into flames or smth with all the fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janell&lt;/span&gt;: HAHA you suck at writing chinese dramas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(just to note; my chinese drama writing isn't so bad okay !!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Well, FINE. Pfft. I bet $5(0) someone will die anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janell&lt;/span&gt;: OKAY I ACCEPT&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janell&lt;/span&gt;: BTW. I've watched the movie already. HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-4056329525160205?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/4056329525160205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=4056329525160205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/4056329525160205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/4056329525160205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='$$$'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-9088186383636732407</id><published>2009-07-13T01:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:32:21.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE FOCUS.</title><content type='html'>rawrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just doesn't work that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-9088186383636732407?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/9088186383636732407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=9088186383636732407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/9088186383636732407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/9088186383636732407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-focus.html' title='CHANGE FOCUS.'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-3646652688582464285</id><published>2009-07-12T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:24:09.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>sales</title><content type='html'>for the longest time ever, i've always wondered why people get memberships for shopping stuff. especially when they don't send you free stuff every month, because it's like, free duh. i mean, it's supposed to save money and all that, but seriously! like, it just makes you spend more, because even if you spend and get the discount from the store membership, you still spend more than you would without buying. and sometimes to make the discounts more worth it, you end up buying even MORE. see, it's simple math. you get something you don't need for like, the same price as buying all the things you need. ughth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got a bodyshop membership today. because i felt like it. and i figured they'd make fairly nice presents anyway. like, standard girl-girl presents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-3646652688582464285?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/3646652688582464285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=3646652688582464285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3646652688582464285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3646652688582464285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/07/sales.html' title='sales'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-1569588058931785583</id><published>2009-07-11T23:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:25:19.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Friends have got me</title><content type='html'>haha. i've decided to friendise (a lovely term coined by david!:O) Harry Potter, in the spirit of it's upcoming opening ^^ joy~ so here's the list of Harry Potter movies and their respective friendised titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artprints.com/images/MOV/large/mov272568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 284px;" src="http://www.artprints.com/images/MOV/large/mov272568.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and The Sorceror's Stone - The One With Hermione's Bushy Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.payadesign.ir/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/harry-potter-and-the-sorcerers-stoneharry-potter-and-the-chamber-of-secrets-2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 283px;" src="http://www.payadesign.ir/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/harry-potter-and-the-sorcerers-stoneharry-potter-and-the-chamber-of-secrets-2002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets - The One With Them All Cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8c/Harry_Potter_and_the_Prisoner_of_Azkaban_poster.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 284px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8c/Harry_Potter_and_the_Prisoner_of_Azkaban_poster.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban - The One With Draco's Bowl Cut. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.minutelynews.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/harry-potter-and-the-goblet-of-fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 192px;" src="http://www.minutelynews.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/harry-potter-and-the-goblet-of-fire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire - The One With Harry Really Ugly (Cause The Guys Thought It'd Be Cool To Get Long Hair &lt;strike&gt; or they had to make pattinson look exponentially comparatively hotter&lt;/strike&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_4/HarryPotterMoviePoster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 285px;" src="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_4/HarryPotterMoviePoster1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and The Order of the Pheonix - The One With Neville Without His Babyfats (i can't really remember? correct if mistaken!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yourmoviestuff.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince_290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 285px;" src="http://www.yourmoviestuff.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince_290.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince - ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you go! my very shallow way to remember the harry potter movies ^^  i really hope hbp comes out nicely. i can't find my book! ohdear. the movie seems to resemble lord of the rings though! from the trailers and all. ohdear. anyway, i've just read the &lt;a href="http://io9.com/5308796/half+blood-prince-is-the-best-harry-potter-movie-say-early-reviews"&gt;reviews&lt;/a&gt; (yes, this is how hyped up i am about harry potter. it stole 8 years of my SOULLL. lol okay no. i'm not that obsessed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, haven't you realised that they seem to like blueish hues for the background of their posters? how strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an non-harry potter note, sunday cloth! monday concert! contacts? ohmy! it will be a fun week, and nothing will get in my way !! TOTALLLY. okay, not. but whatev-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-1569588058931785583?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/1569588058931785583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=1569588058931785583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1569588058931785583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1569588058931785583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends-have-got-me.html' title='Friends have got me'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-637725095125933159</id><published>2009-07-10T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:08:11.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>enigma</title><content type='html'>my memory is on repeat today, so i'm no longer very sure what i've told people and what i haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons have been absolutely amusing lately. what with lohd and &lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mh85R-S-dh8"&gt;&lt;u&gt;the rubber ducky song&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at 8am, then accidentally turning up the volume too loud to blast the song (and the squeaky parts!) through the class o_o not to mention it was before our aircon was turned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to maddy too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during math later, we were at the com lab, looking at plane geometry and stuff. haha it was pretty fun ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't think i cannot see your msn window, michelle!" - ganj&lt;br /&gt;"but i'm talking to grace and deborah !!" - michh&lt;br /&gt;"they're right next to you talk on msn for what!" - ganj&lt;br /&gt;"there's a lot of smileysss!!! :D:D" - michh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI i had gotten out of msn by then :D and i didn't waste so much of math k. i did all my problems and solving before all that ^^ I DIDN'T EVEN GO ONTO FACEBOOK. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to jess' house after that to do BIO :O or math, physics. well, whatever, really. and caught up on everything ! haha talking and all. gosh. i can't imgaine what it'll be like next year. haha i hope we can still all meet up and stuff :D wherever we all end up x_x one week! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. phases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Neque porro quisquam est qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-637725095125933159?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/637725095125933159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>an excerpt of a conversation #10238</title><content type='html'>me - sigh, i feel really old!&lt;br /&gt;wil - why?! you're not even sixteen yet.&lt;br /&gt;me - but it's like, see! they're all so small!&lt;br /&gt;wil - oi, mitchell, how old does she look?&lt;br /&gt;mitchell - *pause* j1?&lt;br /&gt;wilford - HAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schtupid boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-5924127133867761905?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/5924127133867761905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=5924127133867761905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='thanks'/><title type='text'>surrealism</title><content type='html'>today was an incredibly happy day, despite the lack of sleep part, and yeah! went with roxanne and beatrice to submit our apps (: or demise, whatever really. i can't wait for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rejection partyy~&lt;/span&gt; haha, and then i met the orchestra people (: which was really nice, i suppose. they're all as retarded as ever, and some a little more mature hehe. i guess i really have to thank you for sticking with me through all these years, ykwya ^^ sigh, i hope i don't do anything terrible in the next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, not to mention ganj forgot about maths again. lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIZARDS AREN'T IMMUNE TO SWINE FLU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-2800280577784208106?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-6870057087539196992</id><published>2009-07-04T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:57:53.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><title type='text'>to write out</title><content type='html'>a dialogue, a conversation amongst people, is like writing a script, with all the thoughts between it. so it's essentially something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say:&lt;br /&gt;omg. i had really good food today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmm. the last time i had good food and didn't have to pay for it was with ____. that was really fun! zomg. but now ____ has grown so distant it's so weird. i think it's cause ____ doesn't really like the way i live my life and my person in general. oops? i wonder how we all progress to be like this, i mean it's not really my fault is it? it's the surroundings and all. i guess that's what your friends do to you. though it's not all my fault! i mean, like, ___ doesn't have to be so pissy and i-am-ttly-better-than-you-cuz-i-am, it's also ____'s fault! who asked him to be so bitchy pfft. but still.. ah shit. i still havent' decided whether or not to use the cropped version, or should i just put in both? i mean there's 50% people who like the uncropped version and the other 50% who like the other. this is so annoying, why does dsa submission have to be so early, but i really can't wait till the results come out and everything. sigh. i did ask ____ cause he's all creative and stuff, i mean like, idk. i keep asking people ~creeped. maybe they just don't like either, so they choose a random one. or maybe it could be a personality test! zomg. anyway, gosh. i'm so thankful i've cleared up my bed, i can now sleep on it! rawr. my friends are so odd, they keep gossiping and stuff, and so do i. i really need a better life. haha. oh! omg. but it's really funny cause the other day matthew added me and then i was like, eh? which matthew are you? which has this really weird sense of 'lol zomg i know numerous matthew's!' but then the second most common name is like ben...jamin and ben..edict, so that's even more annoying, but anyway yeah! haha. it was so interesting really, but i don't think i should talk about it cause people would JUDGE you :O nooo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say:&lt;br /&gt;artsy people are bitchy people! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in general, you aren't a bitchy one! neither are your friends!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says:&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. it's quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it'd be in better english if it were a book and stuff, but you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i woke up, photocopied all my certs! happiness~ then i went for tennis training as the sacrificial lamb cause the others wanted to go watch the NDP rehersal - my mum, sister and maid - and then my dad brought me to go equinox for convenience, and we ate at jaan de andre, which had really nice food and compliments of the chef and all that! it's on the 70th floor. haha. so we got to see the fireworks too. i would post up a photo, but i don't quite have it now. ah heck, i may as well upload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i ate the juiciest leaf ever today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sk973uYYXgI/AAAAAAAAE-s/J-NND_IcJdg/s1600-h/IMG_4889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sk973uYYXgI/AAAAAAAAE-s/J-NND_IcJdg/s320/IMG_4889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354634679240121858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadah! one out of many fireworks photos today(: there was a grander one, but it was a bit blur. so bleh. then i got tired of taking photos and ate my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sometimes feels so odd to eat gourmet flowers o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-6870057087539196992?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/6870057087539196992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=6870057087539196992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6870057087539196992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>it's really annoying when you close an msn window,&lt;br /&gt;and just at that moment, someone says&lt;br /&gt;something, and sometimes i'm too lazy to ask you&lt;br /&gt;what it is again, so&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twas reminded again today that i can't have what i want. pathetic, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's a photo i took a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;since i haven't really posted anything up&lt;br /&gt;for quite a while. then again, i'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;if i've already posted it, but whatever,&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sk3-m4QDtqI/AAAAAAAAE-k/lfQ2QjZxbBQ/s1600-h/orange+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sk3-m4QDtqI/AAAAAAAAE-k/lfQ2QjZxbBQ/s320/orange+flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354215475901609634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: still trying to learn not to say those important things,&lt;br /&gt;because nothing really has any point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have a craving for prata. rwarh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-6500597629872378880?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/6500597629872378880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=6500597629872378880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6500597629872378880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6500597629872378880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/07/explosions-in-sky.html' title='explosions in the sky!'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/Sk3-m4QDtqI/AAAAAAAAE-k/lfQ2QjZxbBQ/s72-c/orange+flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-6488440404960646192</id><published>2009-07-01T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:50:52.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how could i forget~</title><content type='html'>bubbles during math class!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will really miss 4G when i'm out of MGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are the &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-6488440404960646192?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/6488440404960646192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=6488440404960646192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6488440404960646192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/6488440404960646192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-could-i-forget.html' title='how could i forget~'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-1967708891489275408</id><published>2009-07-01T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:47:49.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>A moment ago -</title><content type='html'>i remembered what i wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way, i remember!(: ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we aren't allowed cameras and recording devices because they know we don't have too many of those joyous memories to retain and put into a lovely video. sigh. i mean, what. misery and stress half the time? ah well, all this negativity isn't good. ~flush. i'm thoroughly frustrated, still. everything seems so inadequate, and no one seems to be sincerely, perfectly satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i weren't so gloriously PC. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say that i probably advocate self-censorship, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, futureme is going to look back and think, gosh. why was i so dumb back then? and then i'll go all angsty and midlifecrisis kinda. haha. you know, you guys think i don't know, but i really do. so, too bad. i still have my hand sanitizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of vague comments and 'ok's to 'how are you's. can't life be more exciting already? sigh. maybe it's an inner sadist or something, but even then, nothing wonderfully happy is happening. grh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, happy (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-1967708891489275408?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-1748860663325197082</id><published>2009-06-29T18:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:42:54.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>doublekill</title><content type='html'>oh yes! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to post about yesterday, which was mildly exciting, but still fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/SkiYhO8wFQI/AAAAAAAAE-U/hBRFKDbqYjM/s1600-h/Photo+56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/SkiYhO8wFQI/AAAAAAAAE-U/hBRFKDbqYjM/s320/Photo+56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352695853845845250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, for starters, michelle gave me this 6 month early 6 month late double christmas present ! :D so i had to carry around this supercute sheep soft toy around church, cathay and then into the cinema to watch transformers x_x haha. cell group outing was rather fun. and i now know one more person's name :O lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, on another note, the writers of transformers are so terribly hormonal! i mean, robot fighting aside, which was rather cool, and i suppose the camera people did pretty well on the whole, but omg. okay nevermind, i shan't speak of the terribly innuendo filled script, but aside from the funny points, and about like, 30 mins tops of plot, followed by 2 hours of mindless robot fighting and other stuff, rawrh. idk, i just feel like they didn't really fully utilize what they had, and at the end they left so many complications and whatever not, and got themselves in this big mess, so they pulled a deus ex machina and like, randomly ressurected people, robots and whatever. sigh, though it was pretty funny i suppose. in both the terribly crappy sense and the intentional kind. (i mean, wth. 'matrix of leadership'.) and it was a robot film. so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was fun swine flu hunting ^^ especially since after that, michelle and i went off to city hall, drop by swissotel, wisma and then well, yeah! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS starts in 20 minutes, and i feel like i should mentally prepare myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D BYE AGAIN~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-1748860663325197082?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/1748860663325197082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=1748860663325197082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1748860663325197082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1748860663325197082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/06/doublekill.html' title='doublekill'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/SkiYhO8wFQI/AAAAAAAAE-U/hBRFKDbqYjM/s72-c/Photo+56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-7196932442461677548</id><published>2009-06-29T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:25:29.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>ascertain is a cool word.</title><content type='html'>anyway, as all first day posts are mandatory, so is this! the first day of semester 2, which was very much plagued with the almost certainty that school would close for swine flu; for both students and teachers. joy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day begun with an awkwardly before-dawn awakening, and stumbling into --- okay, nevermind, you don't want to hear that. so then maddy shoved me outside the class as soon as i stepped in and told me to take my temperature. wth. i know. then cherry tried taking my 50$ note, but i grabbed her tickets, so she gave it back. ha. then, we had a really uh, crackly devotions, class assembly, wtv, and srsly. i don't know what she was thinking when she said &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'cleanliness is next to Godliness' &lt;/span&gt;but it was a really lol moment. totally the new mg swineflu prevention statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then nga gave us a briefing on this year's class seating and left the swine flu precautionary measures powerpoint to the last cause she said that she knew if she showed it to us first, we'd be laughing at it for the rest of the time. ooops?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, our brains all burnt in the first two hours of school, as michh so nicely put it. thanks to math. urgh. integration is not a good warming up to school workiness thing to do ._. physics after that was pretty okay i suppose. we did some rather okay experiment. haha. (: to practice for spa, except omg they asked for our spa files and my physics spa file is SO NOT TOGETHER D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grah. then i came back from the physics lab to find this yellowy liquid on my table (thank goodness nothing was on it) so we were like, wtf is this pee or something, but then zeeie showed me it was the pond water (cause of the usual classmates fishing) and then, like, ew. come to think of it, it could be pee. i mean, why the heck is our pond water YELLOW?! doesn't matter anyway, cause then i dettol disinfected alcohol swabbed my table. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess, chinese, mep stuff! zomg. so many prelim and olevelling things. OVERWHELMED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to talk about it ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-7196932442461677548?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/7196932442461677548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=7196932442461677548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/7196932442461677548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/7196932442461677548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/06/ascertain-is-cool-word.html' title='ascertain is a cool word.'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-5823120068320627467</id><published>2009-06-28T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:20:34.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>if</title><content type='html'>you compile all my late &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/retardogram"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt; posts into one, you'd probably get a blogpost.. but anyway, i'll do a post. hehe. i have set up a secretz new bl0g sumwhere. euu w1ll hv 2 fiin it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, you're a little strange, but still awesome(: i don't know. haha. i like strange people. gosh. i should really stop, because then i might become strange. or maybe it channels the other way. hm. still, i can't wait (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you number 2! you're coming back today ! !! i've waited 3 weeks for this and you better have that :D:D missed you tons ! i've had one majorly less person to tmi to for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH EVERYONE BECOME TWITTERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and congrats to maddy(: hehe, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness. anyone reading this will think i am either psycho or pathetic or both, because unless you're me, or either of the addressees, you wouldn't get what on earth i'm saying, i think. urgh obscure, vague blogposts. deviantart has my soul, twitter has my soul even more, and omg. i don't know. i love british accents still. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am de powerless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/SkZitLGmIiI/AAAAAAAAE-E/Szc1guFebk0/s1600-h/twittershow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/SkZitLGmIiI/AAAAAAAAE-E/Szc1guFebk0/s320/twittershow1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352073735390503458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i redid my twitter front page. it's not that fantastic. well, it was nicer! but then i found out it would look really weird on other screen sizes, and my computer screen is really big, so i did another one which has a pull out kinda thing, so idk. it sort of works. though it's more cluttered and not as nice. sob. WELL. i'll show you anyway ^^ because i still like the effect, although i still can't figure out how to do the face nicely, especially the nose part, so i'm currently faceless, sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/SkZitG4339I/AAAAAAAAE-M/hmPHpgqNncc/s1600-h/twittershow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/SkZitG4339I/AAAAAAAAE-M/hmPHpgqNncc/s320/twittershow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352073734259204050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! click to enlarge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-5823120068320627467?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/5823120068320627467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=5823120068320627467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/5823120068320627467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/5823120068320627467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/06/if.html' title='if'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoWtbjwLM24/SkZitLGmIiI/AAAAAAAAE-E/Szc1guFebk0/s72-c/twittershow1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-1019104008427459978</id><published>2009-06-26T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:30:06.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omigosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HWACHONG FREAKING HAS NO SCHOOL NEXT WEEK (elearning, as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so freaking cheated !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because a week ago, we felt AS joyous and happy and blissful and like ZLGKDZNLVNZDKLFNASDLHGSDGHLSDF spasm, and it's really sad because! not only did we have school during the times we're not supposed to have school (i.e. holidays), but then they decided to 'be nice' and give us one week off, so we just basically confirmed that we don't have school DURING THE HOLIDAYS (ie. the time we're NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE SCHOOL) urghh !! AND THEN, they decided to give us ELEARNING, and contaminated our beloved internet. WHY OH WHY !! on top of that, we now feel SUPREMELY pathetic, because we actually had to DOWNLOAD OUR HOMEWORK. WHAT KIND OF WORLD IS THIS?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shutz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-1019104008427459978?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/1019104008427459978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=1019104008427459978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1019104008427459978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1019104008427459978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/06/omigosh.html' title=''/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-1623140518402447023</id><published>2009-06-23T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:00:56.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>well, that was odd.</title><content type='html'>my life's currently devoid of any apparent aim, other than the numerous ace-learning emails and stuff. hm. anyway, i just realised that today wasn't wednesday, so apparently i've been living a day ahead of time for a couple of days (since i reset my handphone calendar, i can't remember when).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-1623140518402447023?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/1623140518402447023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=1623140518402447023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1623140518402447023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1623140518402447023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-that-was-odd.html' title='well, that was odd.'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-2669088462502810415</id><published>2009-06-22T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:14:57.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conspiracy theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>gold is fleeting</title><content type='html'>i think i can finally do a post in point form, because everything's rather nonsequitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- discovered laura marling ;D youtube 'alas i cannot swim' and 'crawled out of the river' (: totally suit my mood for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- officially like luella dresses, for it's quirky cuteness :D unfortunately, they only have them in london. sigh, lovely colours(: like &lt;a href="http://www.luella.com/sites/www_luella_com/dbimages/SS09/0083/DRORG269/SS090083DRORG269_Maggie_Plain_Organza_Blackberry_1_400x500.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.luella.com/store/Gretel/Plain_Organza/Lilac/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;! :D they're all wonderfully original too. i wouldn't wear half of them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i have found my style twin :O rather surprising, though i'm still inclined to believe that we have different overall styles. just good taste ^^ (egoalert! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- tidying my room is a terrible task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bought 5 dresses in the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- recession is henceforth a wonderful excuse for shopping and consumerism, like duh. we're helping the economy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- GSS is a conspiracy. they put things on sale when the actual season clothes suck. urgh, ploys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- why is mep giving homework, and math not? it's so odd. i hate downloading homework. it just seems wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- rich people have no excuse to dress badly in prada, lv and those other overly advertised brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- elitist trap ftw. indie music and french, spanish, etc. boutiques unheard of :D totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm loving my portfolio. i'm annoyed with my annex. does anyone know of good paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- connected the wireless to my room; 2 phones, 2 numbers. awesomeness. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- brother got his driving license! :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something about singaporean wedding photos. you can sorta tell when there's actual love, and when it's just a little awkward, and when it's a purely practical marriage. maybe it's the inner cynic in me, oh well. still, they make lovely photos. i can't wait to get a wedding dress(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which will be when it's the thinnest i'll ever be (for my height) in my life. though i can't imagine being a short bride. but anyway, i've had this great plan (probably unaccomplished) for the end of the year if i get into ____. which involves my swimming, running, tennising, and if back allows, yoga o_o i know! but it's for the fun of it, and the idea of actually going to jc thin and toned. haha. fat chance, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's been feeling a little indie off lately. it's not good or bad. i still have my friends i suppose, but i'm still afraid of turning into a NL. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whoops?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-2669088462502810415?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/2669088462502810415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=2669088462502810415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/2669088462502810415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/2669088462502810415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/06/gold-is-fleeting.html' title='gold is fleeting'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-772178130355027708</id><published>2009-06-21T04:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T04:37:05.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>ugh, screw the ratio</title><content type='html'>apparently it takes a week to unscrew a sleeping cycle, and a night to screw it all back up ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[anyway, i have high aims(: on second thought, i've decided i shouldn't post it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch with david for business (rachmaninoff!), and then starbucks!:O and he got a free green tea frapp. haha! gosh. is suspicious about the waiter~~ lol. anyway, t'was fun(: i feel old. bleh. went shopping after that. ohgosh, i really haven't blogged much lately!:O went for killer shopping with amaris and alyssa on friday x_x we walked around and from and to wisma, taka, shaw, tangs, paragon, wheelock and idk where else o_o apparently orchard central is pretty cool. should go there one day. talked to aw for 3 hours just now. haha. craziness. :D i think i started spasming in laughter through the last hour. x_x insane. haha. but seriously, priceless stuff. hahahaha. i don't see why rich people who can buy numerous gucci, prada, lv bags can dress so terribly. ask me if you wanna find out. hahahahha. who knows, the girl may sue me xD i also hear there's a singaporean gossip girl o_o anyone know anything about it? haha. ask again if you wanna know more, the site's apparently taken down but yeah. idk. haha. how interesting(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. church later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad's just left for geneva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk what to do already, i guess i should go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. haha. it's a terrible feeling really; trying so hard for something you probably won't attain. (no, i'm not referring to a boy ._.) it's just. bleh. well, suspense. i hope i can find a nice printer(: i do really really want to go there. it's just so . and still, i doubt i really can go this way. sigh. back to the books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of odd. i wonder what everyone becomes really. i suppose i'm just a passer by. or you are? maybe. i don't really grow, or move forward. not much, anyway. on the streets i'd probably be that little girl in the fugly pink polkadotted frock pressing the button on the traffic light pole, because it's fun. it's springgy. and i can't be bothered with the fact that i can cross that road. everybody's moving on, aren't they? and they have people to walk with them, and talk about those things that really matter, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a week left to watch the sunrise. it's not happening. so, digital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather annoying, sometimes. when everything you use to distract yourself is gone? i wish i were that girl, really, but i'm just too cowardly to be that way. it feels really odd.. well, awkward, i suppose. i don't have a word to use. everything's at a standstill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i know who you are. i know what you do. you're pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs43/i/2009/160/f/e/can__t_make_up_my_mind_by_vampire_zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 244px;" src="http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs43/i/2009/160/f/e/can__t_make_up_my_mind_by_vampire_zombie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my life lost its meaning a long time ago. haha. lets form a club :D i think we'll be rather blissful and happy there. though i still adhere to the rules of morality and social ethics and stuff. it is a pretty awesome way to live; besides the general danger that people may call you superficial and crap, but it really doesn't matter, does it? i know perfectly well why i exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't you ever realised that if you eat too much ham, it starts to taste weird?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-772178130355027708?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/772178130355027708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=772178130355027708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/772178130355027708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/772178130355027708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/06/ugh-screw-ratio.html' title='ugh, screw the ratio'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-1496600415144681560</id><published>2009-06-18T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:18:07.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NO EXTRA HOLIDAY SCHOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for sec 3s and 4s :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-1496600415144681560?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/1496600415144681560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=1496600415144681560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1496600415144681560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1496600415144681560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-extra-holiday-schooooooooool-for-sec.html' title=''/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-3944328231756532797</id><published>2009-06-18T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:11:51.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>i dreaamed a dreaaamm</title><content type='html'>because that's what you dream, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've noticed the late trend of odd dreams and i'm really beginning to wonder why the heck. my dreams now encompass a whole array of people i don't consider; ranging from people i've never met before, people i never really bothered existed, and people i've never seen before but know of o_o and the strangest things to accompany those people, like gummies, caravans, piers, song and dance, blue socks..gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well, my brain is becoming rather incoherent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byee, before i say something i might regret x=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-3944328231756532797?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/3944328231756532797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=3944328231756532797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3944328231756532797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3944328231756532797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dreaamed-dreaaamm.html' title='i dreaamed a dreaaamm'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-3225990856648638355</id><published>2009-06-17T06:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:38:06.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>i have absolutely no idea what the hell people who get up before noon do, let alone before 7am, so i'm doing this possibly very long and very rambly post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i thought about who might be reading this blog a few days ago, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello current friends who actually think i'm amusing and tolerate my bad language (: it's nice that you still bother reading about the mundane happenings of my life :D goodluck for the next year and many more to come! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello creepy teachers who browse students blogs in the hopes of finding scandalous things that break the rules and whatnot. i assure you, i am a very guai girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello paranoid mum and dad who wonder what the heck's going on in my mind. i would like more icecream and mandarin oranges in the fridge. thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello ex-classmates and friends who somehow found me through blogs again! :D i hope you're doing well. drop me an email or something if you actually want to talk again!:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello friends of friends. uhm. sorry to disappoint you with the contents of this blog. i don't often update my links often either, so i'm not sure how well you can bloghop from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello future classmates with stalkerish tendencies (: i hope you don't mind me being in your class (or general school). i assure you i can totally be smart :D and not sleep during class (it is a term 2-3 phenomenon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello random newspaper journalist who's studying the trends of teenage blogging. uh. i am not too openly racist or elitist, and may not even be either at all. TOO BADDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello strange people from the many corners of the world :D like, holland, america, russia, australia and wherever else. i am an anomaly. most singaporeans aren't so odd like this, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello spammerz. i have nothing to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my brain died about there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went for a movie shopping and dinner with mree, greg and ben. t'was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for later this week(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so funny really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holidays are never quite useful, and by forcing certain usefulness upon us poor students (YES, YOU, SCHOOL!!) it actually becomes even more blehh. without school and extra class and whatnot, we might actually do things like, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kind of are human still, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not very sure how attainable my 'DESTROYEYEBAGS' target for the holidays will be. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually went through the list of things i have to accomplish for the holidays, and it is not funny. not only was i supposed to have attended all the random things going on, there's 3 papers each for physics, a math, e math and biology, and do we have to do ALL for chem?? then there's higher music essay, ib personal portfolio, practising for mep prelims prac, chinesey things, amongst a whole crapload of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fretting about how the heck my life became so shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so terribly tragic. maybe it's an extrapolation of cynicism. hm. but seriously, my life has degenerated into a series of s'. like, shopping, social and studies, which is supremely gross because it almost says social studies. SOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also come to the conclusion that a lot of aspects that indicate singaporean superficiality begin with s! :O studies, status, social life, sidefringe, socioeconomic status, shopping, sales... okay, i'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always the safest to love.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-3225990856648638355?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/3225990856648638355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=3225990856648638355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3225990856648638355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3225990856648638355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-1744119460260640939</id><published>2009-06-15T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:56:58.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>purpzh.</title><content type='html'>i actually had a fairly decent title for this, but ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am absolutely convinced i have some psychological aversion to having a regular, normal, 11 to 8 sleep cycle or something that involves waking up before noon, after 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i started waking up at 4pm. so i stayed up a full night and ended up waking up at 4am (in the process, collapsing and snoozing at michelle's for 3 hours x_x) and then it went back to waking up at 1pm, and in the same day, i decided to snooze again and so i'm back to 4, 5 pm. grh. srsly! NONE OF THOSE HOURS ARE NICE AND NORMAL D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a new blouse :D hehe. church and all was s'okay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sprained ankle playing tennis, and i swear a swollen ankle is totally unglam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. so much homework left for the last week. ~sob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-1744119460260640939?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/1744119460260640939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=1744119460260640939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/1744119460260640939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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accomplished today. i finished my IB essay ^^ and it was actually pretty satisfactory, i suppose. haha. it didn't come out overly shallow or incoherent (after my second draft) and thanks to all of you grammar nazis who helped me with oxford commas and whatnot. i know i gave up on the wordlimit already but i really hope they reject me for being noob and not of wordcount (i will write a sub essay on why the wordlimit should be increased ._.) because i couldn't cut it down without compromising on language, ideas and flow and i was as concise as possible, and evaluated almost every sentence and para which i find all have use. hmpf. i also talked about cute guys with cass, did a social stereotyping experiment (second trial! why do people confuse ac with ri! i swear it's just the uniform for that:O) and somewhat planned an outing :D maybe i won't be so hermitish next week. heh. i'm actually pretty amazed i've actually had friends to stay up to talk to me until like, 4am for the past few days :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to jc. it's a positive day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-5562398414552862410?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/5562398414552862410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=5562398414552862410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/5562398414552862410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/5562398414552862410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/06/thx-lord.html' title='Thx Lord'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-3654338576186571607</id><published>2009-06-13T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:56:50.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>clearly i am fantastic(al)</title><content type='html'>not only am i SUPPOSEDLY pixie,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ephraim. this is smexy. says: (12:25:22 AM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good bye my faerie child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ephraim. this is smexy. says: (12:25:28 AM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ephraim. this is smexy. says: (12:28:39 AM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ephraim. this is smexy. says: (12:28:44 AM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you wan to interview ________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ephraim. this is smexy. says: (12:28:46 AM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wth moment of the day! haha.&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/12471019-3654338576186571607?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/3654338576186571607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=3654338576186571607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3654338576186571607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/3654338576186571607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/06/clearly-i-am-fantastical.html' title='clearly i am fantastic(al)'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-65038048227188357</id><published>2009-06-13T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:42:23.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>like everything else</title><content type='html'>the progression within life takes a cyclic form.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we pee, then we drink, then we pee, and then we drink again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the eternal liberating doom of excretion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-65038048227188357?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/65038048227188357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=65038048227188357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/65038048227188357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/65038048227188357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-everything-else.html' title='like everything else'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-4262626214875512406</id><published>2009-06-12T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:54:09.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blaue blume</title><content type='html'>one week left&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;326 words to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-4262626214875512406?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/4262626214875512406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=4262626214875512406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/4262626214875512406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/4262626214875512406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/06/blaue-blume.html' title='blaue blume'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-994784133620767692</id><published>2009-06-12T03:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T04:17:20.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>tipping point</title><content type='html'>I've just come to realise that yesterday was possibly &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; tipping point - that peak moment of absolute happiness (though not really, it's more of just 'hey, i exist, and life's cool) that one experiences through various periods of life. It's a cyclic thing, I suppose. Perhaps it's the menstrual cycle o_O I am a girl, if you've forgotten (and I really think that people have forgotten for various reasons). Oh well, or the various other theories. Heh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The holidays are beginning to get depressing again, and it's odd to put it into words. So, I'm going to do that annoying thing all angsty (but a little smart) teenage bloggers do, and have an ambiguous person referred to throughout my entire post, such that no one understands it. Then again, going back to my personal purpose of blogging, it is rather for myself to read when I'm older and all. Well, and maybe my future classmates with stalkerish tendencies. HMM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are an absolute a-hole. You're difficult to get to, troublesome to understand, and you know what, maybe I'm just complicating your life for you, though I somehow doubt so. It's so utterly annoying when all you have to do is answer. It isn't even difficult, and I don't think I've provided any reason for you to avoid talking about anything vaguely personal. You've never been the central figure of any of my gossips and I've refrained from saying anything malicious about you to people, well.. up till the 1st sentence of this paragraph. I've been trying not to be too dependent on you through the past year or so and still showing the sign of care and friendship with a simple 'how are you' once every week or so, but you have to try and fix whatever's wrong too, because I simply don't know what it is. It's annoying. Can you please stop and just talk about&lt;i&gt; the things that matter&lt;/i&gt; for once? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm neurotic or something. Bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're becoming absolutely elitist and horrid to everyone else. Fix it. I may be as elitist but at least I try not to be so in front of people who can't be elitist as well (or so I presume, anyway). Check your surroundings before you proclaim things or one day it's just going to rebound and murder your reputation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have an issue with who I am, freaking say so. Pretense will only get you so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may be a little off, but I really don't know. I'm partly afraid of what might become and I also know it isn't so. If you ever do so, please remember that I'm paranoid and irrational and I will hardly ever believe you unless you use cloyingly sweet words in verse, because I'm pathetic that way. Oddly enough, I do worry about you, and I thrive on the nuances of your motions and words, tearing you apart and figuring out who you are - I make a problem out of you when none exists. So, bear with me. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are thoroughly idiotic and I do what I do well(: which apparently isn't leaving you behind which I try to do every single day, because you're insignificant in my life. Apparently not so, though, because you keep coming back to haunt me. Maybe it's the banana trees or something. You are incredibly astute and stoic, and in my opinion, as close as it gets to perfection (-do mind your ego though). Thrive on in life, and I will learn to forget. You understand who I am better than anyone else I know. Please don't tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankness in its essence, from my perspective. In case you're thinking I've some nutcase friend; no. The you's in each paragraph refer to a different person whom I hope will know someday, and yeah, I could very possibly be rather neurotic and rather non-sequitur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to leave each of you behind in thought, and those are my last words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yeah. The holidays are getting pretty depressing. I just feel like getting rid of my eyebags. Everyone who brings a significant dose of insanity and those who maintain my sanity are gone these few days. Hah, independence test! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-994784133620767692?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/994784133620767692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=994784133620767692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/994784133620767692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/994784133620767692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/06/tipping-point.html' title='tipping point'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-8848564913970340307</id><published>2009-06-12T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:54:23.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>fill in the blanks;</title><content type='html'>i want to go to ____ but i'll probably end up in ____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for tiffy's birthday today (: a little tired, so i'm posting the photos another day. haha. too bad, you'll just have to be a facebook friend :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-8848564913970340307?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/8848564913970340307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=8848564913970340307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/8848564913970340307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/8848564913970340307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/06/fill-in-blanks.html' title='fill in the blanks;'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471019.post-5939364217772829777</id><published>2009-06-09T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:54:53.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring cleaning'/><title type='text'>omg.</title><content type='html'>cleaning up my room, i've thrown away whole files (i.e. a whole year's work, I KNOW) and sorted out notes, i still have no idea where to put them and i'm convinced I NEED A BIGGER ROOM. rarhgh. i realise i have 5 desks + 1, all of which come with cupboards underneath, and 2 beds, a somewhat of a floor and the clothes cabinets (but i don't count those cause my mum invades them) BUT STILL. OMG. either that or we're just getting too many notes and worksheets . rrh. it almost seems pathetic to feel a hint of regret when i chuck them into the plastic bag for recycling x/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i came across this joke, on a random bit of fulscap. it looks a bit like michelle's handwriting o_o i think. so i decided to post it here, since i figure my life's too boring anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woman &amp;amp; brother (- joker)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one day, woman give birth to baby girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bro: please can i name your child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;w: no, you'll give her a funny name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bro: please, i'll prove you wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;w: - give him chance -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bro: i will call her, denise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;w: wow, impressive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nx year, she gave birth to baby boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;w: you can name my son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bro: - happy - i will call him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;denephew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(denise = the niece .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;rarh. back to cleaning!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12471019-5939364217772829777?l=retardogram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/feeds/5939364217772829777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12471019&amp;postID=5939364217772829777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/5939364217772829777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471019/posts/default/5939364217772829777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardogram.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg.html' title='omg.'/><author><name>retardogram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14774042212696846372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
