<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909</id><updated>2011-07-29T09:28:34.234+08:00</updated><category term='/:'/><category term='woooooooooooooyeah._.'/><category term='milk is nice :D'/><category term='bury yourself'/><category term='are you not Singaporean?'/><title type='text'>It Ends Tonight</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-8209842092822659834</id><published>2010-03-16T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:19:23.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fix You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when you get what you want, but not what you need."&lt;br /&gt; "stuck in reverse"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much do i need you? just asking this question is a crime and there&lt;br /&gt;is no way i can tell you how much i need you. i would throw away my dignity,&lt;br /&gt;get laughed at by your friends and being look down upon by the whole fucking&lt;br /&gt;world but i'll still wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you loved another guy. &lt;em&gt;am i stupid?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you are married. &lt;em&gt;what about now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you hate me forever. &lt;em&gt;yes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because if you finally realised that i'm the one you need too, at least i will be there.&lt;br /&gt;and if you never come to realise it, at least i loved you all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the course of true love is never easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and the tears come streaming down your face, when you lose something&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;strong&gt;can't &lt;/strong&gt;replace"&lt;br /&gt;    "when you lose someone you can't replace"&lt;br /&gt; "could it be worse?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i would have to live through days like these. weeks and months&lt;br /&gt;without you. but i thought i'd wait and see if you'd come back to me. today i tried&lt;br /&gt;and cried. tomorrow i will run into the same wall again. until i finally break this&lt;br /&gt;fucking wall between us. i will break my head and lose my soul as long as my&lt;br /&gt;heart is still intact and i could still love you for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you see i love you more everyday, today more than yesterday and less than&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you lived to be a hundred, i want to live to a hundred minus one day, for i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;never want to live without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drunk and sleepless nights. long hours of wait accompanied by fruitless endings.&lt;br /&gt;running away from home. i had my fill. so what? so what? you gave me so much more.&lt;br /&gt;you were everything i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you back to your wild, ugly side of thirteen. even if you threw me away&lt;br /&gt;for someone, even if people call you a slut, even if you hit rock bottom, i promise, i&lt;br /&gt;will always wait for you.  i won't go anywhere. i will never ask for anyone but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and i will try to fix you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-8209842092822659834?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8209842092822659834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38712909&amp;postID=8209842092822659834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/8209842092822659834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/8209842092822659834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2010/03/fix-you.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-38712909.post-6078032704237488151</id><published>2009-09-10T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:10:57.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and you wrote the book on how to be a liar and lose all your friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-6078032704237488151?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/6078032704237488151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/6078032704237488151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-you-wrote-book-on-how-to-be-liar.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-7942545908722625307</id><published>2009-08-08T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:04:07.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe redemption has stories to tell. what would &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you all ever know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-7942545908722625307?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/7942545908722625307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/7942545908722625307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-redemption-has-stories-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-1631152383272705247</id><published>2009-06-27T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:35:24.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my, i think my butt has H1N1. i fart like 4598346598347598379 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week has been exhausting. and alot of feelings i cant describe.&lt;br /&gt;never-mind, i can do it! i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and school havent even re-started!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't feel like tomorrow. help, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i need the voice to guide me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-8258777009906551265?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/8258777009906551265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/8258777009906551265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-feel-like-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-1971793707794882671</id><published>2009-06-12T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:55:04.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goodness me, Real and City are spending crazy money!&lt;br /&gt;the 200 million euros war chest just sound absurd to me, really.&lt;br /&gt;and Abu Dhabi and its 500 million euros are just mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that what champions are made of? gold stack on top of one another?&lt;br /&gt;i don't see that happening in the past, nor the present. i don't think that&lt;br /&gt;will be the price to pay for championship in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure you can have the likes of Kaka and Ronaldo in your club, but will it&lt;br /&gt;make a team? you can create an attacking frontline with stacks and stacks&lt;br /&gt;of cash, but what are you really cashing on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final words, you can buy star players with all the money in the world, but you&lt;br /&gt;can't buy a championship winning team with them.&lt;br /&gt;a winning team is made up of years of love and labour. overnight cash cannot do magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next season's a spicy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can't forget. can somebody tell me why? just a little you in my inbox can change my mood today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-1971793707794882671?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/1971793707794882671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/1971793707794882671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodness-me-real-and-city-are-spending.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-5944499422638993981</id><published>2009-06-09T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:00:53.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suddenly i want the man u poster. but, ah well, nevermind i'm careless to lose it.&lt;br /&gt;what's new? i lost something again! it's very fustrating i can't find it anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;it's okay this is what i'm good at. losing things, destroying things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so really, what's new? damn, maybe they should blame me on something else.&lt;br /&gt;like the man who died in the car crash.&lt;br /&gt;like everybody's results.&lt;br /&gt;like judgement day. yeah, what about that? that's new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold your tongue, i thought. i speak this way beacuse i'm just depressed.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, maybe. maybe it's really all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 goals in 2 games today. i should kick more. makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;your hands are mine to hold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no more. all because of stubborness and hasty decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-5944499422638993981?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5944499422638993981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5944499422638993981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2009/06/suddenly-i-want-man-u-poster.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-1947994471457287601</id><published>2009-06-07T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:25:08.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't hate. you have to listen to your heart, not the people around you, not your fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;i know we'll be there. you know it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Back to the corner where I first saw you,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move.&lt;br /&gt;Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Saying, "If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some try to hand me money, they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;I'm not broke, I'm just a broken hearted man.&lt;br /&gt;I know it makes no sense but what else can I do?&lt;br /&gt;How can I move on when I'm still in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be.&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-1947994471457287601?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/1947994471457287601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/1947994471457287601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-1884639049901360664</id><published>2009-06-02T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:32:43.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by chaos theory, i would have probably killed 22 million people by now,&lt;br /&gt;so i thought, yeah maybe i deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe im being overpunished. yeah, i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, only to find that winter's not&lt;br /&gt;gone yet. dramatic change just to get freeze to death. worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i did it you know; stopped turning to my mobile too often, stop picking&lt;br /&gt;up my phone, stop walking that extra mile with you then walk back home again.&lt;br /&gt;you just dont see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if dogs are ranked bellow dying butterflies then maybe i'm one of them.&lt;br /&gt;stop being paranoid. i obey.&lt;br /&gt;change of concept needed. i changed.&lt;br /&gt;give me space. i heel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything you wanted i could be, so what now?&lt;br /&gt;stop being paranoid? it's an uncontrollable emotion, for pete's sake!&lt;br /&gt;just like jealousy. yet, i'm already halfway there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pendulum swings to you. but whatever you do to it will eventually&lt;br /&gt;swing back to me. you didn't keep your promises and you didn't change much.&lt;br /&gt;but that's okay. that's okay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-1884639049901360664?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/1884639049901360664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/1884639049901360664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2009/06/by-chaos-theory-i-would-have-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-5363521217622214240</id><published>2009-05-31T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:38:05.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>but why am i still not happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i shant post any 'emotional' stuffs here in&lt;br /&gt;case some irritating,thick-skinned people (unluckily, the mouth works faster than&lt;br /&gt;their brains) think i'm talking about them. (c'mon, it makes me puke)&lt;br /&gt;seriously, no surprises. "group to forget"- i forsee that long ago. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lucky, but not happy. why? can &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; tell me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-5363521217622214240?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5363521217622214240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5363521217622214240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2009/05/but-why-am-i-still-not-happy-alright-i.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-4181399635508354456</id><published>2009-05-18T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:27:51.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm spiralling downhill fast, it's only a matter of time before i hit rock bottom.&lt;br /&gt;i need help, where's superman? god, where has all the love in the world gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is going to be defined entirely by this year alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-4181399635508354456?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/4181399635508354456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/4181399635508354456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-spiralling-downhill-fast-its-only.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-3107573405816898985</id><published>2009-05-06T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:42:19.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry's not good enough&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not saying this just because i'm helpless and exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry is helpful, but irritating in excess. actions count but thoughts are priceless.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes thoughts lead to a mouthful of error in that might just proves costly.&lt;br /&gt;and it's back to sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm wrong. i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;"whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even i thought of it myself, how could it have not come across your mind?&lt;br /&gt;if i had a great mind, i will think of all the things in the world to save you.&lt;br /&gt;if i had a great mind, i will come up with something more than a sorry.&lt;br /&gt;if i had a great mind, i will show you that my world is not just filled with 'i' or 'you', but 'us'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if? IF? if i'd known better i wouldn't need to say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i would have trusted, appreciated and shut that blackhole that's sucking all the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's wrong, who's right. all the wasted time in our lives trying to figure this all the time.&lt;br /&gt;everything's equal, it's what we choose to be that's all. but, hey, i'm human too and we&lt;br /&gt;make mistakes. easy to say, hard to forget, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, opposite attracts. it doesn't matter that both people share different ideas.&lt;br /&gt;you just have to be open-minded that not everyone share the same views and&lt;br /&gt;interests and we got to respect that. we dont need to mould ourselves to an&lt;br /&gt;identical mind and we definately don't need to change. however on terms like&lt;br /&gt;whether to end a friendship or relationship, and in a marraige, whether to have a&lt;br /&gt;family, both parties should come on terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i thought of this earlier 'cause i know we are on the same page.&lt;br /&gt;then i would never, ever had whined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone were the days where i think before i speak. i should start appreciating things&lt;br /&gt;that i have and don't have. actually i &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;appreciate and i &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;that i'm on the right&lt;br /&gt;track. but sometimes up there in my mind something pulled my lever and i changed&lt;br /&gt;course. i'm an animal now. with no mind on its own and more importantly, heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wouldn't use a time machine to erased what i did. if time machine were invented,&lt;br /&gt;it will probably be classified under "the greatest, yet worst invention in history".&lt;br /&gt;why? 'cause it'd probably kill souls, rendered hatred and destory what's ahead (of everything)&lt;br /&gt;we can easily turn back time to undo the things that we did and we wont respect that&lt;br /&gt;everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do, i know you do to, always.&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate, and the only awkwardness are the moments when i started being paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a fool i was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-3107573405816898985?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/3107573405816898985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/3107573405816898985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorrys-not-good-enough-and-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-7219109660511101910</id><published>2009-04-09T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:06:43.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's over? yeah, soon, i guess. gone were days of endless stretch of sleepless nights,&lt;br /&gt;hours of brain-stretching work, the frowning and wrinkling, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is when i'm in my passive state i thought it was never going to start;&lt;br /&gt;when in my peak i thought it was never going to end; now i just wish it did'nt end.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm a happy man, i could'nt asked for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly. i've worked with the best two people in my life and nothing is really possible&lt;br /&gt;without their support. if i were given a choice to choose who i wanted to work with, i&lt;br /&gt;will definately never replace these two people. not in a million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyone who dares to comment on this i challenge you to do as well as them.&lt;br /&gt;critics usually sit on their ass and shoot their mouth off. and really, if you are that&lt;br /&gt;fantastic, why don't you take over them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, we did'nt get what we wanted. but we DID get what we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;well, some of us. i came to know of the results by a text message and i just smiled&lt;br /&gt;upon reading it. then i moved on. my problem is this: why does it haunt some of us&lt;br /&gt;while most of us just pass this off as a great achievement?&lt;br /&gt;after analysing, it still comes down to what i said before.&lt;br /&gt;if you give your best and enjoyed, results are just subjective opinions.&lt;br /&gt;like wise, if you are the one that rebelled, slack, produced half-past-six standards, you will regret. engraved deep into your mind will be the thought that you could do better,&lt;br /&gt;should'nt have been the cause, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what happens if you deny all these but still gets distracted? there you go, i'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, nothing about band now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't find the words to do justice to my disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;i remembered what you said last year. it's edged in my mind. i know what you will say.&lt;br /&gt;it's different, people changed. it's always your reason you don't even know it's&lt;br /&gt;become your excuse and your route of escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, it's a-all-always been what you want and what i do for you. and you don't know&lt;br /&gt;the half of it, man. all the nights i spent arguing just to make sure you won't get fired&lt;br /&gt;up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's just unlucky of me that your like a drug to me. so addictive, yet it kills.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, someone up there just didnt want you off my mind. i've been distracted,&lt;br /&gt;been fearful. never have i felt so much &lt;em&gt;fear&lt;/em&gt; in my life. but it's okay. as long as your happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hide &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; well, just to keep you happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-7219109660511101910?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/7219109660511101910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/7219109660511101910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-over-yeah-soon-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-6036053254025056386</id><published>2009-04-06T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:12:20.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waiting to see what's going to happen next in my life.&lt;br /&gt;watching horror movies full of suspense. what's the difference now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i do watch them anyway, they are sadistic to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in one's bid to find meaning in life, it's best not to ancitipate but to&lt;br /&gt;appreciate. see both words ends with 'ate'. the one that makes your SURROUNDINGS and yourself full is the best choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so will i anticipate change or appreciate what i have now before it's too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anticipate calls for hope. hope springs eternal (Alexander Pope).&lt;br /&gt;people always hope for the best, even in the face of adversity.&lt;br /&gt;now these always come to my mind whenever things are looking bleak.&lt;br /&gt;it does a little motivation but whenever we slip back to reality, they're just words from a great man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a higher level of anticipation calls for actions: the good, the bad or the ugly.&lt;br /&gt;c'mon, ugly? what will a man profit if he gained the world and lose his soul?&lt;br /&gt;possession, more often than not, breeds greed. to me, its one of the ugliest&lt;br /&gt;side of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong anticipation is not that all bad. it's something that made&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Singapore today. though we may already notice some side effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appreciating calls for greater sacrifice, so much of optimism and a whole lot of love.&lt;br /&gt;i reckon that sacrifice is the opposite form of greed, but we all have different views.&lt;br /&gt;giving up what you have, or could have, is like planting a seed into a ground without&lt;br /&gt;expecting germination. it may do others good. i dont know, it's hard to explain what&lt;br /&gt;i have in mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if you appreciate what you have in life, you wouldnt be so miserable today, would you?&lt;br /&gt;in reality, there's no difference between a half-empty or a half-full cup of water.&lt;br /&gt;but it's how you look at it that makes it seemed different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can: moan over a half-empty cup water; appreciate that you have a half-full cup of water.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess the best way of showing appreciation is still giving that half-full cup of water away to someone who needed it more than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's love. it's the reason you are here in this world. it's the reason why&lt;br /&gt;wars errupt every now and then. and guess what? technology cannot reproduce&lt;br /&gt;the same amount of quality of it. at least i thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, my father posted me a question on my sketchy future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what are you going to be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it will have to do with me and sharing music to mankind," i answered without hesitating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was not the first time i was questioned like that. but the answers never changed.&lt;br /&gt;my father then directed me to the 'kopitiam' card which he had just injected money into it.&lt;br /&gt;technology. it's replacing humans. a few months ago, if a top-up was needed, i have to ask&lt;br /&gt;the person at a counter to do it. now the person's job has been replaced by a machine.&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later, a huge percentage of jobs will be run by machine, by technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if there is one thing a machine cannot take up, it's got to be producing soothing music.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how you program a machine to producing heart warming tunes, it's just not&lt;br /&gt;the same as what a man could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im not talking about technical-wise here.&lt;br /&gt;let's imagine Japan invented a super-smart robot that could play piano (no idea&lt;br /&gt;if there's such technology already). the first time the robot plays will sound exactly&lt;br /&gt;identical to its hundreth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's where mankind won. we have passion, love. so in other words, if you lacked&lt;br /&gt;them you are related to robots more closely than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's posted here might not come to terms with what you readers define in your minds.&lt;br /&gt;nope im not a lunatic, definately. im just like all of you, trying to find out the reason for&lt;br /&gt;mankind's presence in this universe. i've tried it all: self-discovery; metacognition; etc.&lt;br /&gt;nothing prepares me for &lt;em&gt;this. &lt;/em&gt;nah i'm not talking just about band, thought i admit&lt;br /&gt;most of the time i lived my secondary school life around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now think: is friendship considered a possession? now there's a slight contradiction about&lt;br /&gt;greed and love now, isnt it? what is it about us and definations? why do we usually&lt;br /&gt;want to classify things? i guess we are just trying to draw the line between good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i've come to realise i don't fit. not you, not them. maybe next time, maybe never.&lt;br /&gt;but if there's such a theory of 'conservation of energy', i believe there's one for love too.&lt;br /&gt;now as human, let me define love. it could be mutual, passionate, sexual or affection.&lt;br /&gt;it's a great word used in families, friendships and relationships alike. (in case you dont&lt;br /&gt;realise yet, i'm trying to tell you i'm not talking &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;about my love life. maybe some, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all know we can never mix fire with water. one has to go if the other were to stay.&lt;br /&gt;if they dont fit, it's just too bad. but love never dies just like the ashes will always remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if love is about letting go sometimes, then why love? why mankind? why us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-6036053254025056386?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/6036053254025056386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/6036053254025056386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/waiting-to-see-whats-going-to-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-4035195753497734887</id><published>2009-04-04T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:59:25.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so look, here's my promise made to all of you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise that we will all turn back and say, yeah that's my finest hour.&lt;br /&gt;i promise, i promise, i promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-4035195753497734887?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/4035195753497734887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/4035195753497734887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-look-heres-my-promise-made-to-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-3879501569908366856</id><published>2009-03-23T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:30:54.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant hold off the thought that your not concerned tonight.&lt;br /&gt;but that's just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-3879501569908366856?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/3879501569908366856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/3879501569908366856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-hold-off-thought-that-your-not.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-4527999666713956019</id><published>2008-12-16T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:25:56.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STOP BEING BRAINWASH BY THE EDUCATION AND READ THIS BOOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SMART STUDENTS KNOW by ADAM ROBINSON.&lt;br /&gt;damn. i should have read it when i first learnt what's education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-4527999666713956019?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/4527999666713956019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/4527999666713956019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/stop-being-brainwash-by-education-and.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-589356006397417396</id><published>2008-11-23T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:07:59.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the world is trying to piss me of today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody fish and mrt door! you think your so great! oh wait. its just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-589356006397417396?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/589356006397417396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/589356006397417396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/world-is-trying-to-piss-me-of-today.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-5818759773206014514</id><published>2008-11-21T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:07:11.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>over-dependancy is not the way of professionalism. you can deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-5818759773206014514?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5818759773206014514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5818759773206014514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-dependancy-is-not-way-of.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-5781808049914926653</id><published>2008-10-23T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:52:02.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i take back what i said. actually there is a vaccination for everything. from slight&lt;br /&gt;headaches to sick souls, love is the best cure. 21 century is a whole new era. its&lt;br /&gt;important that we inject love into one another. after all we are created by love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone can be human, but not everyone can be human. this sentence will make&lt;br /&gt;sense if you believe in reincarnation. a rat can be a human after its death but a&lt;br /&gt;human without a soul will be no better than a rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now in this life there are ups and downs,&lt;br /&gt;and when your down, just take a look around.&lt;br /&gt;you still got a body, fine legs and feet,&lt;br /&gt;just get your head in the right place and hey, your complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now im positive that sleepy is happy now.&lt;br /&gt;because love never dies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-5781808049914926653?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5781808049914926653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5781808049914926653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-take-back-what-i-said.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-5778262153976729799</id><published>2008-10-22T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:01:15.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, im a oppressor, im a despot. too bad.&lt;br /&gt;i dont get respect, you will get shit from me, simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rough day. need someone. but not anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-5778262153976729799?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5778262153976729799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5778262153976729799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeah-im-oppressor-im-despot.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-5796084334566289561</id><published>2008-09-20T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T11:30:10.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no! im in a huge dept. i must be a millionaire who spent freely in my past life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-5796084334566289561?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5796084334566289561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5796084334566289561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-no-im-in-huge-dept.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-5631250365590046961</id><published>2008-09-10T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:10:06.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>then again, why now when your examples are fighting themselves?&lt;br /&gt;i warned against ignorance and hasty decisions. no one will ever give&lt;br /&gt;a damn about popular and right choices. until one day you taste the&lt;br /&gt;bitter dust of silver again you will realise, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again why am i fighting myself? tomorrow is too late. im not&lt;br /&gt;about to start a war, just a warning to search your soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-5631250365590046961?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5631250365590046961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5631250365590046961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/then-again-why-now-when-your-examples.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-7081310220515027299</id><published>2008-09-09T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T01:16:54.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how can you expect results when you dont start working?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember one time, when olympic fever was all time high, i rushed out of the&lt;br /&gt;bathroom draped in towels the moment i heard 'michael phelps'. call me crazy&lt;br /&gt;but that was how much i want to watch him even if he was competing in the heats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he came in second in the heats but went on to win gold medal in the finals. that&lt;br /&gt;was what i mean by putting blood and sweat into action. i read his interview with&lt;br /&gt;a lucky guy, claiming himself being forced to go through tedious training sessions.&lt;br /&gt;if im not mistaken, he was only 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 15 year old dont need this, that was what he was thinking. but his coach knew&lt;br /&gt;its useless then, but will be worth it in the future. he was right. it took years of non-&lt;br /&gt;stop hardwork for one person to capture 8 gold medals in a single olympics. i think&lt;br /&gt;he should be remembered for his hardwork and not as 'the greatest olympian'.&lt;br /&gt;that title is worthless without is effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why im in such a hurry to catch him on live telecast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if one person can achieve that much in as many years, 50 can do away&lt;br /&gt;with a gold with months to spare. start working, it will worth more than tears of&lt;br /&gt;sorrow and regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone&lt;br /&gt;can start from now and make a brand new ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. this is not a post just to talk about phelps and his achievements.&lt;br /&gt;there's much more to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-7081310220515027299?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/7081310220515027299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/7081310220515027299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-can-you-expect-results-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-7140326082641257568</id><published>2008-09-06T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T13:56:57.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my. finally i recalled my pass again. haha! what a dumb thing i was eating at that&lt;br /&gt;time. maybe next time i should put my pass as, iwanblognow or something easier to&lt;br /&gt;remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am doing homework! yes, i am a good boy. actually i am blogging but before this&lt;br /&gt;i was really doing homework. and cleaning toilets. i think i sound retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! my post has really small fonts, for all the ppl who bother to read. -.-&lt;br /&gt;im in a non-serious mood now so i cant blog properly. haha. i will store all&lt;br /&gt;the ppl tags on the board and reply them at one go! haha. i miss school, esp&lt;br /&gt;getting entertained by the bc! muhaha. im evil. i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy i feel like sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-7140326082641257568?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/7140326082641257568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/7140326082641257568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-7474571823533434971</id><published>2008-08-03T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:06:32.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah. i want to be just like emily bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-7474571823533434971?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/7474571823533434971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/7474571823533434971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-6543277951694554868</id><published>2008-07-21T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:21:40.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>attitude has no vaccination accept for itself. most common cause of it is by&lt;br /&gt;influence and after that you can pretty much say that a series of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;will follow throughout life. unless, of course, the famous word called 'religon'&lt;br /&gt;steps in. (not to mention that the victim might become an accidental&lt;br /&gt;millionaire) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a certain religion is so powerful that it can be used as an excuse, why isnt&lt;br /&gt;everyone in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss :" why didnt you turn up for work today? "&lt;br /&gt;Worker :" religious classes."&lt;br /&gt;Boss :" stupid me! im so sorry! i will give you a raise! totally understood!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. how wonderful. if any of you people reading this came across any religion&lt;br /&gt;that allows this, let me know. im tired of school too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;religion will shape your character, determines who you are. very true.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, after reading the papers, i might not admit im a buddhist at all,&lt;br /&gt;true buddhism or vice versa. i mean a monk appearing in robes in court?&lt;br /&gt;how will people be influence to join buddhism after coming across this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, im not defaming any religion. im saying this world lacks love.&lt;br /&gt;doing stunts that risks your own life just for sick people suffering sounds&lt;br /&gt;like a noble thing. but lets put it this way: what if there is no need for any&lt;br /&gt;charity show and yet people are still donating piles of dollars? it seems like&lt;br /&gt;no death-defying act will be stop unless i see 6 figure digits on the right&lt;br /&gt;corner of my tv screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the same for other religions. so before you do something horrible or&lt;br /&gt;use your religion as an excuse, think again. you are representing your&lt;br /&gt;religion in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not turning up for something because of religious classes seemed the right&lt;br /&gt;thing to do. lucky for us, not all mrt and bus drivers belong to a religion that&lt;br /&gt;allow this. then again, why lucky? we might all be attending the same&lt;br /&gt;religious class together! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-6543277951694554868?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/6543277951694554868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/6543277951694554868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2008/07/attitude-has-no-vaccination-accept-for.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-4756403583715593587</id><published>2008-07-15T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:18:13.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-4756403583715593587?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/4756403583715593587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/4756403583715593587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-greatest-glory-is-not-in-never.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-5770576865260846911</id><published>2008-06-29T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:49:30.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's not enough that we do our best,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we have to do what's required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-5770576865260846911?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5770576865260846911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5770576865260846911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-not-enough-that-we-do-our-best.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-2282071114264086785</id><published>2008-06-17T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:34:09.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello im back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went for tuition! it is very annoying to find out how much i didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;i found out theres such a thing called agragrado constant! whoo. -.-&lt;br /&gt;then i was humming 'iris' in tuition then the tcher knew tht song! haha. i wanted&lt;br /&gt;to sing tgt with him after tht but then i thought nevermind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is very boring. i do chem all say long and 'did' the math quiz on heymath&lt;br /&gt;then very sian sian today. i wan to work! but then tht gives me little time to&lt;br /&gt;stare into space for long hours non stop. but i owe money to ppl. lol. like 64&lt;br /&gt;bucks ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im bored again! whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now i go see this blog, very funny. haha. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan milk!! it keeps your bone strong! yay. -.- loser.&lt;br /&gt;but i really wan milk! i very thristy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis got new lappy, which is ALOT smaller than me ultrasupersize&lt;br /&gt;and super cool lappy. not bad, considering i got this lappy, erm, 3,4,5 years&lt;br /&gt;ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now is not a bad time to reply to my ancient taggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all those ppl who asked me to relink : OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;RRRRR!? : i found the password!&lt;br /&gt;amira : its better than books or shoe or some random items.&lt;br /&gt;Shirlyn : YES. cos its nails wad.&lt;br /&gt;amanda : it IS now. :D&lt;br /&gt;eugenie! : woah. (eyes widen) counting backwards seh.&lt;br /&gt;yuting : haha. nails for lunch is better than having it during dinner! cos at night&lt;br /&gt;will turn cold -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to readers: i rock. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. now shoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-2282071114264086785?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2282071114264086785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2282071114264086785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-im-back-today-i-went-for-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-4503382844202078795</id><published>2008-06-05T03:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T16:05:38.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milk is nice :D'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly rmb my password. hahaha. usually i choose password on what i am i eating at the&lt;br /&gt;time i choosing password so i suddenly rmb wad i was eating. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooray! pl_ _ _ _ so fun to play. haha. ystd i fix two then now keep playing and swooshing&lt;br /&gt;around! its very cool!! not childish at all. haha. i turn out from the turn turn machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;near yishun library de. haha. with milk! :D i miss drinking milk now. i love drinking milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good for your growth. because its good for your growth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i sleep and saw many things! including my daddy dancing in my mummy's skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then its very long and he keep triping over until my mummy is angry cos he made&lt;br /&gt;it so dirty tht it looks like brown instead of red! -.- ! i also dreamt my there's a pillar in&lt;br /&gt;the middle of the living room and i kept forgetting its there and banging into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i going to cut hair ): until very short. because i lazy to go there often! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208262369729934082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_R7V7OPiwq44/SEd3B9zJcwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AkZyYPGXvv8/s320/milk!+(%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooray! mooooooooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-4503382844202078795?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/4503382844202078795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/4503382844202078795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-i-suddenly-rmb-my-password.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R7V7OPiwq44/SEd3B9zJcwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AkZyYPGXvv8/s72-c/milk!+(%3B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-2471041427022128346</id><published>2007-11-15T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:53:10.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i promise to play piano after this. hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ding : hmmm, was the chewing gum nice? lols. sorry lah! :D im a guy, only&lt;br /&gt;know how to buy chewing gum. :D happy chewing! [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katricia : hmmm, okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin : yeah! i tagged at your board. (: you are in chalet now. ROAR ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;szexin : eh, stop calling yourself lah. hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;litong : yeah okay! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amandalee : sure bo? 2 months only :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICOLEVRRROMMM! : ROAR! D: eh! that vrom reminds me of psp lea. :D&lt;br /&gt;racing car game! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puilyn : heylo! (: didnt see your wishes before eoys, but what the heck. :D okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edna : hahaha :D okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frederick : frederick seh! :D wee you weet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVAN : oooooooookay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlene : oooooooooookay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OKAY. BYE AGAIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;roar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-2471041427022128346?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2471041427022128346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2471041427022128346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay-i-promise-to-play-piano-after-this.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-7203968807614721325</id><published>2007-11-15T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:38:37.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woooooooooooooyeah._.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO PEOPLE OF THE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back! and i wish i hadnt cos my house dosent have a plasma tv?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. kidding :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOO! i miss beibei mian and late nights in hotel. ): and sharing&lt;br /&gt;a room with liang ge. :D but most of all the tour guide and the bus&lt;br /&gt;driver. D: hmmm, good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss huifeng (and his tv :P) and sitting next to him at classes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINA TRIP WAS G-R-E-A-T! :D accept for the part where&lt;br /&gt;i sit hopelessly in front of cctv trying to catch wad they are trying&lt;br /&gt;to say -.- HOORAY FOR CHANNEL 5 AND KIDS CENTRAL! -.-&lt;br /&gt;hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh! ROAR. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im rotting at home? shoot. -.- i shall continue playing piano&lt;br /&gt;now. [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wdbhngdjbhnkvhrdjkr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BYE. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-7203968807614721325?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/7203968807614721325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/7203968807614721325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-people-of-world-im-back-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-2806879734857404197</id><published>2007-09-18T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:46:06.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two weeks. or more. too little time to buy and lose. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backwards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seem far away and longer, with the same amount of time. is the reason&lt;br /&gt;got to do with things cramped all into this two long weeks of your lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;things you never wished to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forwards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'd be sitting and poundering over a question, which with all the other&lt;br /&gt;damned questions and papers, will decide my future? it seems, the two weeks,&lt;br /&gt;too short to get anything inside my brain. most of all, too short to make it&lt;br /&gt;up for what happened. too short for you to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if by any chance you've been wondering, i never stop believing.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if its all too fast, it caught me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i promise, if i have come to the end of the road, i will always have tools&lt;br /&gt;to continue building more roads.&lt;br /&gt;if your hopes are broken, i will built it up with my tools.&lt;br /&gt;if your wings are broken, i will give you mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if? if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything could be fine today, had chinese test.&lt;br /&gt;then went to alvin's house with boontat to, erm, study? haa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-2806879734857404197?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2806879734857404197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2806879734857404197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/09/two-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-3919274633161597042</id><published>2007-09-05T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T01:34:05.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so im wrong? i wish i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooookay. first post of september. hooray._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i changed my blogskin! (hmm, long time ago. with the help of yuding! :D )&lt;br /&gt;right. i have been straining my ears to hear the piano line of 100years.&lt;br /&gt;i want the damn music sheet lah. nevermind, listening is good. [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening is good right? not as good if everyone's in a foul mood. no one bothers&lt;br /&gt;voicing out and there will never be listening. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish i could tell you how much i want to know how you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mp3 has gone crazy suddenly and all the songs inside were gone.&lt;br /&gt;so i spent a few good hours adding new ones back. and i realised that&lt;br /&gt;bowling for soup is delicious! ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to spend my holidays catching up with studies. 2 days have&lt;br /&gt;gone and i've achieve nothing. nothing but pondering and thinking for hours.&lt;br /&gt;/: and times on the piano. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when you cry i'd wipe away all of your tears,&lt;br /&gt;when you scream i'd fight away all of your fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn! i need to get a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, it's 1.29 in the morning. :O erm. thts a yawning smiley. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-3919274633161597042?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/3919274633161597042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/3919274633161597042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-im-wrong-i-wish-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-231558399297762745</id><published>2007-08-25T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T01:43:08.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the perfect words never crossed my mind,&lt;br /&gt;cos there was nothing in there but you.&lt;br /&gt;i felt every ounce of me screaming out,&lt;br /&gt;but the sound was trapped deep in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted just sped right past me,&lt;br /&gt;but i was rooted fast to the earth.&lt;br /&gt;i could be stuck here for a thousand years,&lt;br /&gt;without your arms to drag me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;there you are standing right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;all these fear falls away to leave me naked.&lt;br /&gt;hold me close cos i need you to guide me to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the confusion and the aftermath,&lt;br /&gt;you are my signal fire.&lt;br /&gt;the only resolution and the only joy,&lt;br /&gt;is the faint spark of forgiveness in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. this is a great song by snow patrol. the music video&lt;br /&gt;is cute and funny too. heard this song quite a time ago and&lt;br /&gt;suddenly wanted to listen to it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually knew how you felt today,tonight. i still believe you can. [[:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-231558399297762745?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/231558399297762745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/231558399297762745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/08/perfect-words-never-crossed-my-mind-as.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-1360561648429314573</id><published>2007-08-19T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T00:06:54.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;im broke! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. very tired today. haa. wake up sooooooo early. planning not to be late.&lt;br /&gt;but then my stomach chose to ache this time. then too bad lo.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. late for band again. /: theeeeen. i got some interesting news and within&lt;br /&gt;ten minutes we are like 'out of audition' ? heartache laa. ): lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to loooooooong john and had some fish. YAYE! FISH! ._. okay.&lt;br /&gt;and someone was lying tht shes okay. im guilty laa. CHEERUP YUDING.&lt;br /&gt;liars go to hell. :D haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then piano. notbad. considering i havent practise for months? haaha.&lt;br /&gt;whoo! yaye. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three/third/di san.&lt;br /&gt;i need to pump cash into my phone again. but im STILL broke. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four.&lt;br /&gt;today is a rainy day but you make it all warm for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermm..it rained, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-1360561648429314573?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/1360561648429314573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/1360561648429314573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/08/hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-4992088659282367564</id><published>2007-08-01T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:44:01.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before you go, can you read my mind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-4992088659282367564?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/4992088659282367564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/4992088659282367564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/07/before-you-go-can-you-read-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-1328551661233792544</id><published>2007-07-29T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:45:24.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.. my brather is tired now so i shall just make this quick. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.todays like the okay-iest saturday._. at least i dont get heavy&lt;br /&gt;head aches today. then my piano lesson was cancelled! WOO! yeah.&lt;br /&gt;not so tired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..but i think i still slept th whole afternoon. and now i cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;but someone is yawning alr. so yeah. haaha. i got 2/25 for science. the&lt;br /&gt;highest is 12? so i think i should buck up more on my science. and maths.&lt;br /&gt;/: try and try again! (: haaha. thts how the lightbulb is invented, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wore a black face tonight but i think its clean for now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second.&lt;br /&gt;my life wasnt interesting so i think thts all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third.&lt;br /&gt;i think you are waiting for this to end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forth.&lt;br /&gt;yessssss.  know! haaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth.&lt;br /&gt;HELLOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six.&lt;br /&gt;look! where? nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaha.ooooookay. go count sheeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-1328551661233792544?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/1328551661233792544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/1328551661233792544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-3700776958675296525</id><published>2007-07-27T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:56:12.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WORLDPEACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-3700776958675296525?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/3700776958675296525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/3700776958675296525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/07/worldpeace.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-7897754196507067575</id><published>2007-07-23T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:22:23.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bury yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='are you not Singaporean?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>assumption. yeah, maybe. but i know im not a simple-minded fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-7897754196507067575?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/7897754196507067575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/7897754196507067575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/07/assumption.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-2562497815171392245</id><published>2007-07-21T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T23:42:18.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='/:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what it feels like this morning: YES! NEVER LATE! whoo.&lt;br /&gt;seventhirty is like a time for everyone to go to toilet? ._. how can so early?&lt;br /&gt;i used to wake up at seven every morning. AHH. wahlauwey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. see. i finally pass TWO chinese paper in ONE lesson. YESSSSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOO! AHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop. you idiot. stop it. it makes my ear split every practice. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-2562497815171392245?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2562497815171392245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2562497815171392245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-it-feels-like-this-morning-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-6134018687730346187</id><published>2007-07-03T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:54:17.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES.I FEEL JOY._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one. today's like the few good 24 hours in this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two.i linked and relinked people._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit the second was dumb but still,its and achievement!yay.hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-6134018687730346187?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/6134018687730346187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/6134018687730346187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-8347490636990134365</id><published>2007-06-30T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:47:39.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week feels like shit.at first i thought it was still holiday this week.&lt;br /&gt;then i realised i was back in tht school everyweek during the 'holidays'.&lt;br /&gt;tht school.filled with young adults sick in the mind.young adults.infacted&lt;br /&gt;with diseases but working in a hospital.ironic?sadly its true.what they&lt;br /&gt;saw ugly in others,they missed themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yessss.i expected to get an earful when i reached school this morning.&lt;br /&gt;but why the hell do i care so much about things not worth my while?i&lt;br /&gt;apologised like hundred-and-one times.but you are still unhappy.its always&lt;br /&gt;about oneself and oneself feeling.one cannot live in this world alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats sick.and whats more sickening is that i made the effort to copy out a&lt;br /&gt;whole damn sheet of paper in longhand when i couldnt borrow one for the&lt;br /&gt;mahines to do the job.and for that i get a ticket for the second lecture of the&lt;br /&gt;morning.you guys get a raise or something if you scold people in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good one make sure all of her agrees with her ways of doings.one left out&lt;br /&gt;and you are just as good as shit.whenever things go wrong.just point fingers.&lt;br /&gt;cover your sins,abuse your status.im just a human seeking for education.what&lt;br /&gt;can i do?i think its time i rebel and stood up for rights.you let off someone else&lt;br /&gt;with similar mistake.the whole class heard and saw wtf happened.then you&lt;br /&gt;gave some dumb reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care.its not worth it.you still have your pay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-8347490636990134365?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/8347490636990134365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/8347490636990134365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-week-feels-like-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-338016736443767760</id><published>2007-06-29T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T01:28:46.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well,hah.let me tell you this.i dont fucking care what you feel man.&lt;br /&gt;and you werent paid enough to care for us either,so why bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if i go dc.its not my fault anyway.i apologised.you punished&lt;br /&gt;me thrice.and you call ppl to sms me to tell me you not happy.wtf is this?&lt;br /&gt;i wont go back to school just to make your day laah,dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?want war arh?&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-338016736443767760?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/338016736443767760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/338016736443767760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/06/wellhah.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-277817364092477839</id><published>2007-06-26T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T00:27:39.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heavy rain.cold nights.good reason to stop doing all those dumb homework&lt;br /&gt;and go to sleep.IF ONLY theres this such rule in spore.then ppl will be like&lt;br /&gt;pouring water all over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..i left LITTLE of EVERYTHING.which make up most of my cold nights.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.drank a LITTLE of redbull just now which gives my just about enough&lt;br /&gt;energy to last through this homework-ful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt have went jamming just now.but it WAS enjoyable.until i SUDDENLY,&lt;br /&gt;YES SUDDENLY,like WHOOSH! and thought about my hw.wahlauwey.i chinese&lt;br /&gt;like kanasai alr still must push myself and think of 800 words.EIGHT HUNDRED.&lt;br /&gt;eight hundred as in e-i-g-h-t h-u-n-d-r-e-d. no minus no divide.can times and plus.&lt;br /&gt;and a clean sheet of chinese paper to complete.WHY?i will tell you why.BECAUSE&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS NO WHY.THATS WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan to sleep at midnight man!but i calculated tht if i dont go school tmrw,i MIGHT&lt;br /&gt;make it for the very next midnight! cool right? ._. and then theres this whole lot of&lt;br /&gt;composition junk which i had started off with 'WARNING!THIS IS MIDNIGHT'S&lt;br /&gt;WORK.BEWARE OF CRAP AND FOUL LANGUAGE.' i tried my best NOT to include&lt;br /&gt;any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then theres those one-thousand-and-one sheeps waiting for me to count&lt;br /&gt;them over the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres this 'i really dont feel like doing anything RIGHT NOW' feeling stuck&lt;br /&gt;in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the very first sheep had alr lifted his second toe on his right foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he hesitates and puts it down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then theres this sort of pit-pat sound on my glass panel.which sounds ten times&lt;br /&gt;more like lullaby evey second into the tuesday morning.eaaaaaarly,early morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO LATE.THE FIRST SHEEP IS OVER THE FENCE.GAMEOVER.SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now thats the best thing that ever happened on this early tuesday morning!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-277817364092477839?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/277817364092477839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/277817364092477839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/06/wooooooooohoooooooo-heavy-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-6881621404428046181</id><published>2007-06-25T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:26:33.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY KIDS!&lt;br /&gt;IVE DECIDED!&lt;br /&gt;IF I DONT FINISH ALL THESE CRAP BY MIDNIGHT,I SHALL STOP,DROP AND ROLL ON MY BED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean it._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-6881621404428046181?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/6881621404428046181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/6881621404428046181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-kids-ive-decided-if-i-dont-finish.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-6095906383279563005</id><published>2007-06-18T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T00:49:23.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITS SUNDAY.HAPPY FATHERS DAY! ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooookay.didnt get anything for dad cos im dead broke.broke as in 5 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;but its ooooooooooooookay.as long as i did something for my dad and that is&lt;br /&gt;_______ and ________. yaah.got heart can alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after ______ and _______,i went to my cousins house and it was..ermm..dull&lt;br /&gt;but fun?yesss.and the good reason behind this is that my extra-ordinary cousin&lt;br /&gt;thinks that 8 hours of fun was not enough so he was like 'ahya so little time,dont waste&lt;br /&gt;time alr' all day and evening.hmm..emo-kid huh?lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooo.after i reach there he was like dragging me to his xbox console to check&lt;br /&gt;out his new game.and i thought it would be ooookay if i played along.its soccer.&lt;br /&gt;im good.so you know wad happens next.halfway through all the matches we TRIED&lt;br /&gt;to play,he would press 'start' then 'restart match'. yeah.haaha.but it was coool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i to watched 'letters from iwo jima'.or rather,TRIED to watched it peacefully&lt;br /&gt;but was dragged occasionally to watch 'charlotte's web'._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;   'eh.i want to watch this man.you go watch that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cousin&lt;/strong&gt;   'BUT THATS THE JAPANESE POINT OF VIEW!YOU ARE AN ALLIED.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; (lying)    'look!look!allied bombings now!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cousin&lt;/strong&gt;    'you lair!you are a japanese soldier.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he went back to watch the spider spinning webs again.with me trailing behind._.&lt;br /&gt;cute huh.i watched the show once alr.thats why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dinner.lots of chicken!haaha.then we were talking and my cousin was&lt;br /&gt;suuuuuuuper funny and cute.he wanted me to stay overnight so we will&lt;br /&gt;have more time to have fun.and this is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cousin&lt;/strong&gt;    'why not you stay overnight?then my dad drive you to school early in&lt;br /&gt;the morning laah.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;    'yes.i will if i have my band-tee with me right now.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aunt&lt;/strong&gt;    'huh?panty?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cousin&lt;/strong&gt;    'then dont bathe laah!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAHA.i was laughing all the way.and theres another one about our&lt;br /&gt;primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;    'huh?your band one month 3 times arh?my band has 3 practises every week.&lt;br /&gt;wad is your school?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cousin&lt;/strong&gt;    'i dont wan to say laah.its v embarrassing.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me   &lt;/strong&gt; 'why?wads so embarrassing?my primary school name rhymes with toufu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cousin  &lt;/strong&gt; 'so wad?my primary school sounds like laosai'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; (thought he was joking)     'wad is his school name?really laosai meh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aunt    &lt;/strong&gt; 'yaah.lakeside,laosai maah.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaha.can go start comedy laah he.then after that we went to the pool&lt;br /&gt;it was okay.he was on me like i was a walker and we were 'walking around&lt;br /&gt;the deep blue ocean' dodging 'sea mines' ._. ahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.and yesssssss.we went back around 930.was drove by my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;and he was sad until he 'couldnt bear to say goodbye'.haaha.emo!&lt;br /&gt;dont worry child!i will come back faster than you can say 'christmas'! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats my day. :/ its 1210 now.monday.i couldnt sleep so i guess i&lt;br /&gt;shall do holiday homework now.and feel the 'man zu gan'.yeah. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-6095906383279563005?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/6095906383279563005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/6095906383279563005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-2959195160956235903</id><published>2007-06-17T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T01:04:26.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaah.i got comment on SOMEONE.say my blog die alr.&lt;br /&gt;yesssssssssssss.im here to bring joy._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRATHER,GOOD LUCK FOR TMRW ARH! haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arh see!i also v good.lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yessss.i cant believe it.i actually finish more than a quarter of my holiday&lt;br /&gt;homework by th second week. woo!yeah. i feel the joy of completing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for band today and my sound was like __ laah. after exam?or everytime like&lt;br /&gt;that? ._. im going to sustain notes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im SUPPOSE to do more homework after band.but then i was damn tired&lt;br /&gt;and just slept away my whole afternoon.damn.and i have to go my cousin&lt;br /&gt;house tmrw cos he irritates me alot?that sound so wrong but actually it is&lt;br /&gt;correct.and tmrw is happy 24 hours for all dads around this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahlauwey.i only got 5 bucks._. dead broke can.and i still owe ____ 10 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;ahya.forever owing ppl money laah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes.its 604800 secs without sms-ing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-2959195160956235903?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2959195160956235903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2959195160956235903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/06/one.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-3615280982947786357</id><published>2007-06-08T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T01:48:59.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAH.its been looooooong!but im here.dont worry!theres no sugar!&lt;br /&gt;long like 4 days._.anyway.i can sleep and th time now is one-thirty!&lt;br /&gt;yaaaaaaaaaaaaaayeeeee._. see?innocent face.haaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!tmrw go bird park see bird.ahaaha.birdbird laah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohshit.my house v quiet now.then i suddenly think of all th HAPPY ghost stories&lt;br /&gt;my friend told me about.WHY?WHY THIS TIME.ohmytian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat cheese now.i dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSS!YESSS!YEEEEEEEES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOO!NO!NOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaaaaaaaah.nothing to post lea.come here reply tags huh.yaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDRA: yaah.long time no see.saw u at bus just now._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XINYI:YES.she got ask me.ask wad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUOHAN:oi moustache.HAAHA.kidding.i will never play tht dumb game again.but i will still disturb you.GOOD LUCK arh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUISZE:no,huisze,no.thts an orange-painted watermeleon._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINRONG:BOO!pinrong reject laah.gahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARINN:no,carinn,its oooookay!haaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VARINA: wad.ARE YOU SPEAKING ENGLISH? 'cos wad u say dosent ring a bell.haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHO: I DUNNO! :D huh?cannot be farah right?TAH-DAH.update alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patrick -once there was a little boy that was so ugly tht everyone died.the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaha.was watching spongebob a while ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-3615280982947786357?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/3615280982947786357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/3615280982947786357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/06/yah.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-7618004295294588147</id><published>2007-06-04T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T01:15:29.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm..someone told me to do this.i think im veeeeeeeeery last but nvm.here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Start Time : 12.32am.&lt;br /&gt;2. Name : RUIJING?&lt;br /&gt;3. Nickname : something to do with fruits._.&lt;br /&gt;4. Astrology sign : Aries  baa!&lt;br /&gt;5. Gender : boy&lt;br /&gt;6. Hair color : pink with black strips&lt;br /&gt;7. Eye color : white with black dots&lt;br /&gt;8. Height : i need to bend down when i go out of the mrt.HAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite color : blue.&lt;br /&gt;1o. Glasses : no.&lt;br /&gt;11. tattoos : yeah.one on my butt.&lt;br /&gt;12. Birthplace : singapore lo.&lt;br /&gt;13. Area code : umm..392843984573897985?&lt;br /&gt;14. TRUE friends : hmm..theres this dog i saw in spca.really cute.counts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******HAVE YOU EVER*****&lt;br /&gt;15. cut your own hair? : huh,no.&lt;br /&gt;16. Done something in the past regret? : yeah.i should have drink coffee instead of tea just now.&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever met someone you were not supposed to? : umm..th guy in my dream tht keep on chasing me for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;18. Skipped school? : only 928753495749 times :D&lt;br /&gt;19. Bungee jumped? : yes.&lt;br /&gt;2o. Punched someone? : no have laah.&lt;br /&gt;21. Cheated on someone? : 10 bucks yeah!&lt;br /&gt;22. Been arrested? : i want laah.&lt;br /&gt;24. Broken into someones house? :i also want.&lt;br /&gt;24. Been to a funeral? : yeeees&lt;br /&gt;25. Used a lighter? : yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****FAVORITE*****&lt;br /&gt;26. Season : summer&lt;br /&gt;27. Icecream flavour : chocolate with chocolate fudge.&lt;br /&gt;28. School subject(s) : GEO!GEO!GEO!&lt;br /&gt;29. Candy : got candy take laah.still wan choose meh?&lt;br /&gt;3o. Breakfast : cerel lo.&lt;br /&gt;31. Juice : grape lo.&lt;br /&gt;32. Book(s) : theres this book tht say brick is stronger than twigs and straw.and wolves can only eat 2 pigs.&lt;br /&gt;33. Movie(s) : pirate lo.&lt;br /&gt;34. Song(s) : mary had a lil lamb&lt;br /&gt;35. Letter(s) : a&lt;br /&gt;36 Favorite fast food restaurant :    :/ kfc?mac?longjohn?&lt;br /&gt;37.Disney princess : pass&lt;br /&gt;38. TV station : i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;39. Name for a son : pass&lt;br /&gt;40. Name for daughter : pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******DO YOU PREFER*****&lt;br /&gt;41. Chocolate or Vanilla? : chocolate&lt;br /&gt;42. Alcholic or not? : root beer.acting man.haaha&lt;br /&gt;43. Scary movies or comedies? : comedies lo.&lt;br /&gt;44. Short or long hair? : i look like girl arh?&lt;br /&gt;45. Croutons or bacon bits? : bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******FIRST THINGS THAT COME TO MIND******&lt;br /&gt;46. Mexicans in general : mexico?&lt;br /&gt;47. School : shit laah.havent fin homework.nvm.go school copy.&lt;br /&gt;48. Grass : cows._.&lt;br /&gt;49. Cow : grass?._.&lt;br /&gt;5o. Canada : that red maple leaf.&lt;br /&gt;51. Mouse : cheese!&lt;br /&gt;52. Hands : yeap.they are clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******THE PAST 3 DAYS, HAVE YOU******&lt;br /&gt;53. Watched a movie? : at home watch lo.&lt;br /&gt;54. Talked on the phone?: johnny boi just called and asked me if i could play maple now.&lt;br /&gt;55. Cried? : no.im strong!&lt;br /&gt;56. Choked?: yess._.and im alive here answering your questions&lt;br /&gt;57. Drank a glass of water? : yaah.&lt;br /&gt;58. Done drugs? : yes.thts why im arrested.&lt;br /&gt;59. Read a book or magazine? : i TRIED.&lt;br /&gt;6o. Watched TV? : YES.i will die without it&lt;br /&gt;61. Looked in the mirror? : i say no you believe?haaha.&lt;br /&gt;62. Taken a shower? : see above.&lt;br /&gt;63. Taken a picture? : yes.yesterday at shangri-la.&lt;br /&gt;64. Listened to music? : YES.i will die without it.&lt;br /&gt;65. Kissed someone? : no.&lt;br /&gt;66. Told someone you liked them : no.&lt;br /&gt;67. End time : 1240am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast right?hah.i anyhow do.what comes in mind just type down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-7618004295294588147?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/7618004295294588147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/7618004295294588147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/06/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-4483015323315383659</id><published>2007-06-03T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T01:23:12.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YESS!havent gone to blogger.com for like 3948563298576954 hours&lt;br /&gt;and here i am trying to revive my blog. ahlamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oookay.yeah.yaah.yaah.umm..arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at TEN.yesssssss.TEN.then i on my com then i think i dozed off&lt;br /&gt;in front of it because the night before was a very looooooong and tired night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tht.i went to police day parade.we were suppose to meet people at one in&lt;br /&gt;yishun mrt platform but i was still changing at one.and yeah,my sis was like&lt;br /&gt;cursing merrily.hah.no laah.she kajiao me wan me be quick lorh.and when we&lt;br /&gt;reach there at TEN PAST ONE,we saw no one.and then yeah,i was cursing merrily&lt;br /&gt;at my sis.yes.its true this time,i am cursing._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during the whole trip,reshma and my sis was busy play some dumb jewel gem&lt;br /&gt;game on reshma phone.i was like half-asleep.the reason why im not totally alseep is&lt;br /&gt;because im standing._. yes.and i was like zzzzzzzzz..and saying sorry to people when&lt;br /&gt;my head accidentally knock them.i was super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ookay.then we reach there.and i saw the police band and their not-so-young looking&lt;br /&gt;drum major and players.and their bagpipers?hmm..very funny laah.but they&lt;br /&gt;look goood when they march.haaha.right.and i ACCIDENTALLY got hook on to tht&lt;br /&gt;dumb jewel gem game during the parade.my highscore was initialy SECOND.&lt;br /&gt;but SOMEBODY NOT HAPPY.MUST BEAT ME TWO TIMES then happy.hah.then&lt;br /&gt;in the end i was fifth and last in the highscore.reshma was first._. haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i reach home and makan lo.then watch some show.then suddenly not tired.&lt;br /&gt;cool man.tmrw band at eight fiften.now its twelve fifteen.too bad,too sad.i&lt;br /&gt;cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i messed us up.we are not like before.i am going to make us right again.&lt;br /&gt;but would u try to listen?or am i just a breeze to your ear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-4483015323315383659?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/4483015323315383659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/4483015323315383659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/06/yesshavent-gone-to-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-1859463576258974135</id><published>2007-05-18T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:20:13.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.i went paddling waters in dragonboat.it was tuesday and a big&lt;br /&gt;wet morning.then it was pouring and i was late.the four of us, dekang,&lt;br /&gt;joyce,litong and yours truly,walk to the bus stop.not bad! before&lt;br /&gt;dragonboat wet alr.so the whole day,i was shivering through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmytian.the whole day was very very cold.dragonboat was fun and&lt;br /&gt;got alot of things to write.im lazy.haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tht i went to pcbunk with szexin,johnny boi and junze.at first&lt;br /&gt;jonathan wanted to play for an hour?then dunno why suddenly dont&lt;br /&gt;want._. he good larh.so we watched ppl playing with their high level&lt;br /&gt;maple charaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got back papers.not bad,but i hope that my geog will get more than&lt;br /&gt;eighty lorh,hor brather?haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im listening to READ MY MIND by the killers now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to find STARZ IN THEIR EYES by just jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-1859463576258974135?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/1859463576258974135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/1859463576258974135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/05/one.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-2301019843659318621</id><published>2007-05-11T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:57:17.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmytian arh.exam period is sloooooooooooooooow man.&lt;br /&gt;and there is a dodobird that say, we delibrately put one day's&lt;br /&gt;gap in exam so u can revise._. just get over the test so we no need&lt;br /&gt;to worry so much larh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm.2 more.thats like 20plus pages more.i can do it.go me._!&lt;br /&gt;thats a dumb face created by my brather.and btw, 'he' told me to&lt;br /&gt;blog also.haaha.HEY!dont worry!theres no sugar! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its on a sundaaaaaaaaay.everybody loooooooves sunday.and i just&lt;br /&gt;realised its mums' happy 24 hours too,isnt it? /: didnt buy anything.haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody i am with in the virtual world is like so bored and emooooooooish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im boooooooooooooooored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the exam is so easy today.i can smell chicken feet stench coming from&lt;br /&gt;the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think five. is dumb but i shall leave it there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAHDAH! says im STILL going 14.TOO BAD.IM LAZY ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flat faces._. ._? ._! ._% last three was an experiment gone wrong by my&lt;br /&gt;very-handsome-brather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-2301019843659318621?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2301019843659318621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2301019843659318621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/05/ohmytian-arh.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-3622988254183740004</id><published>2007-05-05T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T18:50:39.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>icameherebecauseiwasforcedtoblogatgunpoint,soyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAHA.10 secs up? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-3622988254183740004?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/3622988254183740004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/3622988254183740004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/05/icameherebecauseiwasforcedtoblogatgunpo.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-5259650991668774062</id><published>2007-04-29T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:27:48.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH!LOOK!ITS MIDNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS SEE.its sunday._.thats a lame reason to celebrate today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS JOHNNY BOI's BIRTHDAY!HAPPY,HAPPY,HAPPY,HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPY FOURTEEN BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHKAAAAAY.i shall count sheeps now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-5259650991668774062?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5259650991668774062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5259650991668774062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/04/ohlookits-midnight-lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-8387832418223559076</id><published>2007-04-25T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:42:00.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOLS.just realise something. TAH DAH! says im GOING to be 14. but im 14 now and im lazy to change larh,so yeah. haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alamak arh.teacher say australian sci quiz is not difficult.test our common sense only.&lt;br /&gt;i do until want to go toilet man. difficult like anything._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH-Y-E-A-H!i got 13/15 for my geog test.AHAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and theres this dude named 'litong' on my tagboard claiming she hates geog.LOLS._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.1   yeah!i feel so prepared for mid-year!._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.2    im like a day and few happy hours away from mid-year._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.3    OSFBIUEDBFIUEFOISAV.ewklvgnetbe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.4   i think no.3 is dumb._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY!a mrt just zoomed past!._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-8387832418223559076?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/8387832418223559076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/8387832418223559076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/04/lols.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-3272555952550013909</id><published>2007-04-24T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:49:08.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AYE!LOOK! MY LAST POST WAS ON APRIL'S FOOL!thats like soooooooo long ago.&lt;br /&gt;in 22 days, speech day,syf,npcc parade are over. sec 4 had stepped down and midyear&lt;br /&gt;is in 3 funny days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i neeeeeeeed to study.i love geog.i hate maths ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!MATHS FOR LIFE!._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i am going to start studying straight away after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY!i know im dumb but i swear i never want to answer compo questions in a funny way.RIGHT!and you have to pick on me when others didnt know how to answer and&lt;br /&gt;answer the same way. wad the          is this? im NEVER staying back to do punishment&lt;br /&gt;'cos its SUPER unreasonable.everyone agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to post._.maybe i will run along and study for mid-year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-3272555952550013909?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/3272555952550013909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/3272555952550013909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/04/ayelook-my-last-post-was-on-aprils.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-8115712726326212353</id><published>2007-04-02T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T20:07:12.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the last post was crap.this IS the 20th post ._.&lt;br /&gt;aw man.i miss ryan's shop.haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is going to be a very moody day.'cause i have a very&lt;br /&gt;cooooooooool teacher teaching me english ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUOHAN. wad'ya know!i am!._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDNA.wad's wad?where?what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELICIA. i got cake then i wish larh._. thats supposed to be a hint&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-8115712726326212353?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/8115712726326212353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/8115712726326212353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-post-was-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-4146257173567526764</id><published>2007-04-01T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:27:31.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES! finally arh,FINALLY. 20 posts in this place.&lt;br /&gt;C'MON! EVERY BODY! CHEER! cause i dont know what else to post?._.&lt;br /&gt;20 posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahlauwey.i want a new phone leh.so damn long already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in such a gloooooooomy mood today. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY,REALLY WANT IT.i have decided to pon school if possible and get as much rest as possible for syf.NANAPOO! CLUCK! CLUCK! i never put down my school's name here! lets just hope they dont figure whats owty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahlau.my birthday one silly day before syf leh.how to celebrate in peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-4146257173567526764?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/4146257173567526764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/4146257173567526764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/03/yes-finally-arhfinally.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-2352073018702546962</id><published>2007-03-30T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:43:22.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GO YTWO! WE WILL GET GOLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we're all tired. IM TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye.i feel like listening to _ right now to scare myself. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;rain rain go away,come again another day._. seriously it is not raining now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO YTWO! G-O Y-T-W-O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.and there were eleven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-2352073018702546962?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2352073018702546962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2352073018702546962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/03/go-ytwo-we-will-get-gold-i-think-were.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-5124789006502442911</id><published>2007-03-29T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:26:53.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. 2GB costs a heartbreaking 239 bucks. wahlauwey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah. arhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;STOP IT!okay._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.and there were twelve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-5124789006502442911?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5124789006502442911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/5124789006502442911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/03/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-2967156605346260190</id><published>2007-03-26T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T00:09:56.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wahlaueh! this sickening school im in is trying very hard to make people regret studying in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;fuck larh. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i need to complete copying two so-called 'short stories' in long-hand in less than ten short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hours. and thats not the only thing thats bothering me. its only the first week and every damned thing are already pouring in like nobody's business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;fuck .&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i really mean it when i say my english teacher is hopeless. what the hell man. come in happily can say theres a test tomorrow. wow. exciting news. i can almooost read a simple mind. 'HEY! EVERYBODY! IM BORED AT HOME! MY RED PEN NEED A WORKOUT!' 'HEY BOSS! LOOK! I PUNISHED MY PUPILS! GIVE MY A RAISE!' sick in the mind larh, this people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i suddenly know why im sick._. twice in a week. thats going to be a record, sick right after i recovered. whats the stupid meaning of this making us worrying about silly assignments? ive got things a million times noteworthy for. syf is just around the corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YTWO WILL GET GOLD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GO YTWO!GO FOR GOLD !AIM HIGHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wahlaueh.pain in the ass larh this people. theres even a full-grown adult going 'rachel from the band!' 'rachel from the band,can you please raise your hand.' on saturday. as if wearing vest revealing all the flabs on x-country isnt enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;im sick and i dont care if i dont finish my homework. two things on my mind now are SYF and getting well for it. nothing about the sickening school because,well, excluding the timetables, nothing changes in the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;third time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YTWO WILL GET GOLD! WE WILL SHOW EVERYONE.E-V-E-R-Y S-I-N-G-L-E S-O-U-L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.and theres fifteen left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-2967156605346260190?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2967156605346260190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2967156605346260190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/03/wahlaueh-this-sickening-school-im-in-is.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-6193026025218846227</id><published>2007-03-21T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T00:42:14.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah. im here to announce that im finally saving my cash for something.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. if i had been crazier tonight i might upload the picture of it._.&lt;br /&gt;it costs 149 bucks and i reckon i takes about four and a half long weeks for&lt;br /&gt;me to save that much. but its all worth it,i cant live without it.LOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLELUJAH.i got a damn 10/20 for my geog term test. dang! ):&lt;br /&gt;MY BEST RESULT EVER ARH.BEST ARH. HAIYARH! dunno what in the world happen.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!! fffffffffffffffff all the way. HAAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-6193026025218846227?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/6193026025218846227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/6193026025218846227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/03/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-6290269852829107266</id><published>2007-03-15T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:49:15.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargghhhhhhh! o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SOOOOOOOOOO BORED&lt;br /&gt;deeeeeeeeead bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arfffffffffffarfffffffffffarffffffffff.arhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;im sick. sicksicksicksicksick.BOO! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-6290269852829107266?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/6290269852829107266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/6290269852829107266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/03/yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargghhhhhhh-o-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-7741994266638089830</id><published>2007-03-12T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:44:03.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the hell. im sick again. stuck at home all day today being sick.&lt;br /&gt;whoa.woah.whoa.&lt;br /&gt;man,if i were to die tonight surely go to heaven one. i did so many good deeds today._.&lt;br /&gt;since im stuck at home, i did some chores, which made me even more sick. so i decided to watch tv for the rest of the day.yeah. thats TWO good deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM BORED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS MIDNIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin: ._.at least its fifty million thousand hundred gazillion trillion million and two hundred and one times better then gay.right?RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**: aye.never mind larh.its not like you will become richer if you say sore losers suck right?RIGHT!so just MOVE ALONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felicia tan: it IS pumpkins and halloween._. its a really good time for you to get an oculist now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-7741994266638089830?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/7741994266638089830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/7741994266638089830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-2415381571871197170</id><published>2007-03-11T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T23:38:51.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally,finally,finally,finally,finally,finally,finally,finally,finally,finally changed my blogskin. i still like blue but it was too very dull._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can sleep all day tomorrow! i am looking foward to that._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyah. \: im feeling empty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss eating noodles with my old buddies after school and rushing home just to sit in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my godmother and father who took care of me while my mum is busy at work.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my old apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is ohkay with me if you hate me or something but there is no need to blame it on the class,eh? if you feel theres injustice in the game then come and look for me and not bad-mouth about the class. i will see if it is true and ask jonathan,yeah? since you said 'semi-finals',you must be a 2/3 pupil or supporter. and i reckon a number of people used 'johnny boy',eh? at this point,i cant say its only a game cause that would be daft,wouldnt it? you'd probably say 'you said that because your class are champions!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-2415381571871197170?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2415381571871197170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2415381571871197170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-finallyfinallyfinallyfinallyfinallyfi.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-1646264224042724295</id><published>2007-03-10T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T00:37:13.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;last day of the term. some bc day for the sec 2 eh? staying in school all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so unlike 'beyond classroom day'. today seemed so bloody looooooooooonger then&lt;br /&gt;usual since i cant wait for my one week breather. i couldnt wait to step outside at&lt;br /&gt;the end of the day and scream 'YES! FREE OF THE SICKENING SCHOOL FOR&lt;br /&gt;A WEEK!' LOLS.dont be daft.i didnt do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syf is roughly a month away. everybody wants a gold. nobody fights for second place,&lt;br /&gt;except the idiot who said silver was good enough. we are capable people here! we can&lt;br /&gt;do it if we really really want to.&lt;br /&gt;and during the last full band,the glissing for the trombone part was my bad. i am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i will clear it up on monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was tuning in to 98.7 just now and learnt that the fall out boys are no.1 in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;the all-american rejects-it ends tonight is no.8, gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2E4 ARE CHAMPIONS FOR PICTIONARY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wegot$10bookvouches._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-1646264224042724295?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/1646264224042724295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/1646264224042724295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-day-of-term.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-210897195275442790</id><published>2007-03-08T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T00:37:50.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world still turns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-210897195275442790?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/210897195275442790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/210897195275442790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/03/heck.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-6013933577687652141</id><published>2007-03-05T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:38:17.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HAIYARH! never get top 5 larh.BOOS! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im so mad at the sec 1s.HAAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RANDOM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i will fail lots and lots of tests!YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my english teachr is hopeless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i slept alot today._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to sleep more! ^(' ')^HAAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was silly._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish wish wish wish that tuesday will be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY!THAT DINO ATE MY CHAIR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R7V7OPiwq44/RerZcvVarmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIbjSDbgQSo/s1600-h/GRARRL!.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038078220933181026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R7V7OPiwq44/RerZcvVarmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIbjSDbgQSo/s320/GRARRL!.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS A VERY SILLY POST._. HAAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-6013933577687652141?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/6013933577687652141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/6013933577687652141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/03/haiyarh-never-get-top-5-larh_04.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R7V7OPiwq44/RerZcvVarmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIbjSDbgQSo/s72-c/GRARRL!.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-3320968505021827133</id><published>2007-02-24T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:37:53.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOORAY! JUMP FOR JOY! SLAP SOME PASSERBY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT CHASED OUT OF THE CLASS AGAIN,and,&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST PART IS,I DONT KNOW WHY I GOT CHASED OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah.three times this term.and all three times i cant figure&lt;br /&gt;why she chased me out.its okay,she likes to see someone&lt;br /&gt;standing outside the classroom for no reason.that way her&lt;br /&gt;job is secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cadet band was embarrassing alright.BOO! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there were sad,sad moments afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT!there is nothing i can really say here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THING OF THE DAY: 13/15 for geog test.WAHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!i wrote arabic at hmt test.&lt;br /&gt;i am SO,SO going to pass this test.CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-3320968505021827133?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/3320968505021827133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/3320968505021827133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/02/hooray-jump-for-joy-slap-some-passerby.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-2616690092111587345</id><published>2007-02-23T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:01:28.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO!BOO FOR TOMORROW'S TERM TEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hmt tomorrow!HOORAY!._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang!God send sampan also cannot help me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOO!i still got homework not done.YAY!CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-2616690092111587345?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2616690092111587345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/2616690092111587345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/02/booboo-for-tomorrows-term-test.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-117102890972183686</id><published>2007-02-10T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T21:48:30.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dang it!what the hell man,yet another mistake by&lt;br /&gt;my sickening principle.employing young and dumb&lt;br /&gt;teachers to teach us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY!darn!its silly and dumb.really.i am not that&lt;br /&gt;rebellious in lessons.the most just make the class&lt;br /&gt;laugh.but,heck,is repeating something misheard&lt;br /&gt;an offence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to understand that the 30 mins of time&lt;br /&gt;wasted standing one bleedy inch away from a door&lt;br /&gt;and a bloody wall is for nothing?wad is this sickening&lt;br /&gt;bleedy 'neighbourhood school' becoming of?crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAND WAS GREAT!THANK YOU EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;FOR PUTTING IN YOUR BEST EFFORT!THIS&lt;br /&gt;IS THE WAY!fight on,cause thats wad champions&lt;br /&gt;do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was jubilant and relieved that we had worked so&lt;br /&gt;hard and got it back.confidence and pride.sound&lt;br /&gt;was great,everything was second to perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SORRY TO ONE AND ALL,ESPECIALLY TO&lt;br /&gt;MELANIE CHAN.i was really mad and i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;too much things to wave back or smile today.today's&lt;br /&gt;practise had made me forget what's happen earlier&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOONTAT i shouldnt have,in the first place,to care&lt;br /&gt;about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BERNARD i noe its sad.so lets MOVE ALONG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-117102890972183686?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/117102890972183686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/117102890972183686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/02/dang-itwhat-hell-manyet-another.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-117051968894011984</id><published>2007-02-04T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:25:33.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEEHEY!PLAYED FLOOR BALL TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun though i feel awkward._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOO!im bored now!shouldnt have slept this noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOWEEHOHAH!ifeellikeamaddog!YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-117051968894011984?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/117051968894011984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/117051968894011984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/02/wheeheyplayed-floor-ball-today.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-116999485340804577</id><published>2007-01-28T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:34:13.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOO!YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left 26 pages of english crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!im going to die tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need kindsouls here! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-116999485340804577?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-116982995464229279</id><published>2007-01-27T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T00:51:20.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOHELLO.im tired and pissed.but im okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's was super unpleasant.it turns out bad&lt;br /&gt;and the whole day was black.attitude and all the&lt;br /&gt;kana sai comes out.i see true colours in people in their&lt;br /&gt;worst situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn.if you dont know my 101% of effort put into&lt;br /&gt;each and every practice,then i think you have no rights&lt;br /&gt;to comment,no rights to criticise.if the day sums up to&lt;br /&gt;zero,and you have learnt nothing all day because you&lt;br /&gt;are too busy fuming,then i think its about time u start&lt;br /&gt;to move along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are hungry for one,then put in your best effort&lt;br /&gt;and show what you are capable of.because whining away just&lt;br /&gt;waste time.if you think you are good enough,or if you&lt;br /&gt;think your juniors are unimportant,than GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;leave it that way.i will clean up your mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn.it started badly,ended worse.im not really&lt;br /&gt;into winning this fight now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are still going to turn head when going for&lt;br /&gt;sectionals and whatsoever,im fine with it.i have&lt;br /&gt;never met anyone who would be angry for a little&lt;br /&gt;thing for hours non stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.i wont care if you show me attitude.i dont care&lt;br /&gt;what you think,or whether im not up to standard.i&lt;br /&gt;wont give a damn if you tell the whole entire universe&lt;br /&gt;about this thing and how right u are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i care now is putting in my best effort every prac,&lt;br /&gt;getting a good sound and pushing my limits.what i do,&lt;br /&gt;will be what i am.what you say,will only arouse suspicion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im worried and pissed now.im trying to find a way to&lt;br /&gt;answer these questions.are you going to set up your&lt;br /&gt;juniors' instruments until they graduate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all starts from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know what to do now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about your attitude and thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really fine if you have your own little sectionals.&lt;br /&gt;i can clean up your mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-116982995464229279?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/116982995464229279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/116982995464229279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/01/hellohello.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-116965249195360728</id><published>2007-01-25T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:28:11.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired and pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISSED as in MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-116965249195360728?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/116965249195360728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/116965249195360728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-tired-and-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38712909.post-116956853242270972</id><published>2007-01-24T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T00:08:52.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.deleted my last blog by accident and i dont know how to&lt;br /&gt;use the blogskin template thing now.dang dang dang!i shall stick&lt;br /&gt;to this skin FOREVER.im mad and pissed.PISSED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets not mind the forever part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.last morning was one of my most embarrassing mornings&lt;br /&gt;i've ever been through.or slept through.i didnt walk on grass.i walk&lt;br /&gt;on concrete paftway all the way to school.darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im a ultimate paranoid,checking my shoes every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this uninformed higher chinese test that i think&lt;br /&gt;i totally flunk in it.i invented a few words and i my blanks adds up&lt;br /&gt;to fail.however hard i want higher chinese,i think im just not&lt;br /&gt;smart enough.i think my memory lacks initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO!i am seriously in love with geography.heh.and the teacher&lt;br /&gt;said i am smart.SMART you know!haaha.haahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for band prac after school.skipped lunch for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;aw man!i really want a male junior.it makes me lonely to think&lt;br /&gt;i will be the only male left for at least a year after the sec 4s step&lt;br /&gt;down.i couldnt play loud or sound good today because i had a&lt;br /&gt;really,really,really empty and whining stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YAY!its tomorrow!(:&lt;br /&gt;-givenup-altogether.blogspot is no longer in use.&lt;br /&gt;-i love listening to THE ALL-AMERICAN REJECTS!&lt;br /&gt;-im playing it ends tonight-the all-american rejects now.&lt;br /&gt;-im poor but ppl around the earth owe my money.&lt;br /&gt;-now dirty little secrets-th all-american rejects.&lt;br /&gt;-i can wake up at 8 tomorrow and still be on time!WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i give you my dirty little secrets...yadadada,yadayadadada...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38712909-116956853242270972?l=nailsforlunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/116956853242270972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38712909/posts/default/116956853242270972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailsforlunch.blogspot.com/2007/01/one.html' title=''/><author><name>RUIJING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17514578472160003804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
