<?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-34238029</id><updated>2011-11-12T04:03:57.776+08:00</updated><category term='nonsense'/><category term='photos'/><category term='reflective'/><category term='dedicated'/><category term='misc'/><title type='text'>n-square</title><subtitle type='html'>don't bother if you're looking for info, it's a blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-1101283267231088484</id><published>2007-10-07T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T02:51:48.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>facebook</title><content type='html'>i think facebook is gay.&lt;br /&gt;it's for losers who have nothing better to do with their life.&lt;br /&gt;it's for losers who don't bother to study.&lt;br /&gt;it's for losers who spend their time on the com 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;it's for losers who waste their life away.&lt;br /&gt;i think facebook is damn bloody gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i just got one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;add me, suckers.&lt;br /&gt;and happy post promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fairfield gang, you were damn crazy tonight.&lt;br /&gt;just the way i know you guys.&lt;br /&gt;sorry i can't join you guys all the time, but when i can, like today,&lt;br /&gt;HELL WILL I BE THERE MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think blogging is gay too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-1101283267231088484?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/1101283267231088484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/1101283267231088484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/10/facebook.html' title='facebook'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-8756904600663541282</id><published>2007-09-30T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:33:17.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>friendster comment</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes ago I received an intriguing friendster comment from chiang wen jun.&lt;br /&gt;When I sent him a comment in response to that he immediately called me to tell me he doesn't know what comment it is.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently a lot of his friends have gotten it from him and told him off.&lt;br /&gt;So he asked me to show him what the comment was like.&lt;br /&gt;And, yeah I showed him what it was.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I haven't seen the photo before but to see it suddenly pop out in my comments. It's quite.&lt;br /&gt;Shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it was: &lt;a href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/zykw78/hifunny/03.jpg"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my reply to him when i got that was:&lt;br /&gt;    * n-&lt;br /&gt;    * Posted 30/09/2007 05:52&lt;br /&gt;    * SCREW YOU.&lt;br /&gt;      I GOT A SHOCK WHEN I CHECKED MY COMMENTS LAH.&lt;br /&gt;      AND MY COMMENTS ARE AUTO-ACCEPT.&lt;br /&gt;      MY BALLS DROPPED I SWEAR, I THOUGHT MY COM GOT SOME RETARDED VIRUS OR SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other replies from people went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Terrence&lt;br /&gt;    * Posted 30/09/2007 07:09&lt;br /&gt;    * I'm good. But that's the fugliest baby I've seen in a long while&lt;br /&gt;    * PH&lt;br /&gt;    * Posted 30/09/2007 07:07&lt;br /&gt;    * OMG WEN JUN you gave me a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;      hahaha hi back. :D&lt;br /&gt;# Eliza&lt;br /&gt;# Posted 30/09/2007 06:14&lt;br /&gt;# wahaha. that face is WEIRD. looks a bit like you though. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Well I know i shouldn't be blogging now but still.&lt;br /&gt;HAH, IF ANYONE GETS THAT PICTURE FROM MY FRIENDSTER ACCOUNT I'M&lt;br /&gt;not sorry actually. It'd be quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I forgot to mention the comment magically disappeared after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and i should not be blogging now. What the heck am I doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those interested, here's &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/47381998"&gt;WEN JUN'S FRIENDSTER PROFILE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, and his shoutout says: "A disclaimer: I understand that everyone's been receiving some fugly picture from me. I'M NOT THE ONE SENDING IT AND TO WHOEVER IS RESPONSIBLE, DIE!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-8756904600663541282?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8756904600663541282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8756904600663541282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/09/friendster-comment.html' title='friendster comment'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-5021318210539426801</id><published>2007-09-21T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:17:30.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>wow, triple post</title><content type='html'>but this one's needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/10915050"&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/10915050&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAJOR CAMWHORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viewing procedures:&lt;br /&gt;1) TURN OFF SPEAKERS TO PREVENT BRAIN MALFUNCTIONING DUE TO EMO SONG&lt;br /&gt;2) Switch photo view to thumbnails - you'd see essentially the same photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-5021318210539426801?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/5021318210539426801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/5021318210539426801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow-triple-post.html' title='wow, triple post'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-1025677812422483925</id><published>2007-09-21T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T15:13:59.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>where's the communist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RvNu9A4we1I/AAAAAAAAADg/z9e7dvKWXzA/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 168px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RvNu9A4we1I/AAAAAAAAADg/z9e7dvKWXzA/s320/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112551996484778834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't seen this guy in damn long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-1025677812422483925?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/1025677812422483925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/1025677812422483925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/09/wheres-communist.html' title='where&apos;s the communist.'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RvNu9A4we1I/AAAAAAAAADg/z9e7dvKWXzA/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-1217850189717347948</id><published>2007-09-21T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T12:02:48.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>PING PONG</title><content type='html'>Right, so recently our &lt;s&gt;dear adorable stuck up hiphop midget&lt;/s&gt; PE teacher has gotten us to play table tennis, or ping pong if you prefer. Problem is, I can't play ping pong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the sports complex to play and holy shit that place is mosquito infested i swear. I counted the number of mosquito bites i got that day - 8 on my legs and 6 on my arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ah, yes ping pong. I'm so sorry for making you guys pick balls like crazy. It was quite amusing how my balls most of the time NEVER HIT THE TABLE (oh wow that sounds quite wrong). And when I didn't expect a ball to be coming my way and see it right in front of me, I'd subconsciously hit it (ow.) and send it flying past someone's head all the way to the gym. Hah, and i hit sasha on the head once with my ball. (wow. damn wrong.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so anyway, I was contemplating taking a test tube holder and a bunsen burner back home yesterday, since I pretty much have a whole lab at home already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nah, decided not to in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YESTERDAY, my dear lesley sia the pervert was seen playing with two semicircle-markers-they-use-during-pe-lessons. She placed them at her boobs and paraded oldham-wing-ward. Damn smart lah, lau chee keong shouted "LESLEY SIA" before she stopped. Oi lesley, can i remind you that girls do NOT play with boob-like things regardless of whether they are in DIRE NEED of bigger boobs or not. Only guys play with things that resemble boobs. Wait, why does that sound damn wrong too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SHOULD BE STUDYING. as toh's handphone wallpaper says.&lt;br /&gt;For everything else - &lt;a href="http://jonchua.blogspot.com"&gt;Our very own Jon Chua's thoughts can be read here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very amusing and unexpected blog. Go check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-1217850189717347948?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/1217850189717347948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/1217850189717347948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/09/ping-pong.html' title='PING PONG'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-4047604875181234023</id><published>2007-09-03T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T11:34:31.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>For Maids and Construction Workers</title><content type='html'>I was walking somewhere sometime, and I came across this really nice looking overhead bridge.&lt;br /&gt;It was covered and had massive plants on both sides, so it felt damn serene.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so as i walked closer to the end, I saw this couple kissing and groping each other on the staircase like er,&lt;br /&gt;Eels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i turned the corner and WAH.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS A REAL MAID-CONSTRUCTION WORKER RELATIONSHIP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have heard about them before but i've never WITNESSED ONE.&lt;br /&gt;The maid looked indonesian, and the construction worker was obviously from.....&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cute thing is that there was a dog tied to a pole forced to watch them make out.&lt;br /&gt;So, I pretty much concluded that the maid was supposed to take the dog for a walk, then ran off to elope or something.&lt;br /&gt;Poor dog, really. No more walks for him/her at all, just staring off into the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, maids. Why construction workers? Why not,&lt;br /&gt;YOUR EMPLOYER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can list out damn a lot of pros for you all.&lt;br /&gt;Look:&lt;br /&gt;1. NO NEED TO WORK SO MUCH AT HOME! He'll excuse you.&lt;br /&gt;2. INCOME UP BABY.&lt;br /&gt;3. No need to hide in bushes and trees or bridges just to kiss.&lt;br /&gt;4. You'll be dating a man with a much higher intellect, hey it's true!&lt;br /&gt;5. LOOK, YOU HAVE CLOSED DOORS AND A BED, WHAT ELSE!&lt;br /&gt;6. No dirty sex in the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm quite forced to conclude that most maids like blacks.&lt;br /&gt;and only blacks, i mean. PURE BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for the day I see a maid and the businessman in the bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NOTE - I AM NOT ENCOURAGING DIVORCE/ FORBIDDEN RELATIONSHIPS.&lt;br /&gt;but i'd always like to see them. XD. Exciting lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-4047604875181234023?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/4047604875181234023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/4047604875181234023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-maids-and-construction-workers.html' title='For Maids and Construction Workers'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-6515377827977757330</id><published>2007-08-28T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T17:44:34.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>girl sweaters</title><content type='html'>i have a feeling i have developed a fetish for girls' sweaters&lt;br /&gt;i like the way it's so damn small i have to squeeze my way to get into it.&lt;br /&gt;especially if it has my name at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH, IT LOOKS DAMN GAY. and also damn retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RtPuX4FW6eI/AAAAAAAAADY/lzt7OXMQZaE/s1600-h/DSC00076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RtPuX4FW6eI/AAAAAAAAADY/lzt7OXMQZaE/s320/DSC00076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103684896700164578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's your proof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-6515377827977757330?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/6515377827977757330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/6515377827977757330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/08/girl-sweaters.html' title='girl sweaters'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RtPuX4FW6eI/AAAAAAAAADY/lzt7OXMQZaE/s72-c/DSC00076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-5237431664390781515</id><published>2007-08-10T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T19:25:27.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>BACK IN BLACK</title><content type='html'>Yep I've been listening to a little bit of AC DC recently, thus the blog title, though the song doesn't really talk much about being black. Whatever.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! I'M BLOGGING AGAIN. Just for today lah since i'm bored and obviously not studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of crap has been happening thus lots of stuff to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PLAYED WITH A GAMEBOY - THE ORIGINAL COLOURLESS KICKASS BULKY ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Gurbani loaned it to me for a day, i couldn't stop playing mario.&lt;br /&gt;Okay look it's amusing okay? Though it's so old and stuff I actually get a kick out of playing it.&lt;br /&gt;SCREENSHOTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RrxCsrJ-V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/gtiK2cKpirk/s1600-h/17072007269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 140px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RrxCsrJ-V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/gtiK2cKpirk/s320/17072007269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097022213542795218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how often do you see one of these babies on the streets nowadays? shit man i don't know if it's just me but i think this is cool shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RrxDBbJ-V-I/AAAAAAAAABU/FTj2o04n-9g/s1600-h/17072007273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 143px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RrxDBbJ-V-I/AAAAAAAAABU/FTj2o04n-9g/s320/17072007273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097022570025080802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you see mario there? like right smack in the centre of the screen standing on a pipe?&lt;br /&gt;I got to level 4-3 i think. pretty cool, haven't been that far before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY, after my experience, &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M LOOKING FOR SOMEONE WHO'S WILLING TO SELL THEIR GAMEBOY. THE ORIGINAL ONE, I DON'T WANT COLOUR DS ADVANCED OR WHATEVER YOU HAVE. I WANT THE ORIGINAL BULKY ONE.&lt;/u&gt; thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;event 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months back I bought a papaya for dheraj's birthday. I bought it on a sunday so all my church friends were playing with it. Kenneth's probably gonna kill me for this shot but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RsgoiYFW6dI/AAAAAAAAAC4/aEUt6ttKEXA/s1600-h/13052007225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 176px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RsgoiYFW6dI/AAAAAAAAAC4/aEUt6ttKEXA/s320/13052007225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100371149042674130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, kenneth has big growths. Go get some girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;event 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex took a photo of his bellybutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RrxFR7J-WBI/AAAAAAAAACM/6iaqvtiu2Pw/s1600-h/05082007289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 131px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RrxFR7J-WBI/AAAAAAAAACM/6iaqvtiu2Pw/s320/05082007289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097025052516177938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as retarded as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;event 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RrxFZbJ-WCI/AAAAAAAAACU/kswAvs4ZLa4/s1600-h/SP_A0872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 183px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RrxFZbJ-WCI/AAAAAAAAACU/kswAvs4ZLa4/s320/SP_A0872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097025181365196834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've grown a liking to this shot, it show how bloody wasted i am most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;yep, my phone's in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well alot of other stupid stuff's been happening but i can't remember most of them.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and to all those people out there who's been saying that i'm damn dao or i got the i'm too good to talk to you or the don't talk to me kinda face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not my fault, i'm just damn wasted most of the time. i don't do it on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to me, i'll show you how retarded i can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post has been incredibly gay. to preserve my image i shall not blog for another month or something. hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-5237431664390781515?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/5237431664390781515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/5237431664390781515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-in-black.html' title='BACK IN BLACK'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RrxCsrJ-V9I/AAAAAAAAABM/gtiK2cKpirk/s72-c/17072007269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-3273435482553788708</id><published>2007-07-04T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T20:12:24.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>Craters on the Moon</title><content type='html'>More like I busted my feet.&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the pictures talk, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RouH4Sqvh6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ie9UaJ72O40/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RouH4Sqvh6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ie9UaJ72O40/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083306005571274658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's quite disgusting lah but they do look like moon craters right.&lt;br /&gt;I had to cut the blisters open cos there were blood clots in them too.&lt;br /&gt;So I happily decided to remove all the dirty dead skin at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Just realised that's not very wise, cos now it's hurting like some... Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time this happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;Okay man, sexy happy feet. GG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-3273435482553788708?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/3273435482553788708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/3273435482553788708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/07/craters-on-moon.html' title='Craters on the Moon'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RouH4Sqvh6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ie9UaJ72O40/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-2322694157876592244</id><published>2007-06-20T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:12:39.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedicated'/><title type='text'>goodbye.</title><content type='html'>see you, someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-2322694157876592244?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/2322694157876592244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/2322694157876592244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/06/goodbye.html' title='goodbye.'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-7869684099087124028</id><published>2007-06-17T18:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:01:45.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>Library fascinations</title><content type='html'>OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging from the library now, queensway or queenstown library, whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;You know at the upper level there are tables which seat 4 people.&lt;br /&gt;So okay i sit down beside my friend.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, she had to leave so I was like fine okay i think i'll stay for a while more,&lt;br /&gt;ATTEMPTING TO MUG.&lt;br /&gt;So fine. Along came chinese woman no.1 who sat right in front of me, in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE, was reading a DICTIONARY, wore really thick specs and had newspapers and some notebook with her.&lt;br /&gt;Her dictionary was marked with notes and little stick out stickers whatever you call them for colour coding. And she kept on looking up straight in my face with her screwed up 'teacher nerd no life read dictionary = i am weird' look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay, weird enough. ALONG CAME INDIAN MAN  NO. 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE, was probably a university student, judging from what he brought with him. some thing to do with computing i think. He sat diagonally opposite me, next to the woman.&lt;br /&gt;By far the weirdest, that man couldn't get whatever it was on his book, so he started slapping himself real hard.&lt;br /&gt;shock, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;He started scratching his head. and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;DANDRUFF FELL LIKE NO ONE'S BUSINESS. HOLY SHIT IT WAS REALLY HUGE FLAKES.&lt;br /&gt;Then he started humming. AND SWAYING AROUND. Good game, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN CHINESE BOY NO.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weird nerd. He was studying O level physics and making notes. Sat next to me.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing i saw when he took out his pencil box was a badge saying:&lt;br /&gt;EVACTUATE, JUST FARTED.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't really funny when you already have 2 weirdos surrounding you. Got me pretty freaked.&lt;br /&gt;But his handwriting was like so big and bold it looked like a primary school kid's handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;THEN. For one page of physics notes that was something like er. conversion of celsius to kelvin (wtf he took damn long to write +273 in biiig bold words that probably took up 3 lines) , he took what seemed to be about 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is he wasn't really studying much, most of the time he was playing with his handphone.&lt;br /&gt;Oi kid, if you wanna play handphone you can do it at home lah please.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, he just sat there playing with his phone for damn long. After he finished his one page notes he took it out again and kept playing for damn long.&lt;br /&gt;And he had an Iriver? wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you go to a library for some peace and quiet and get 3 vastly different weirdos sitting next to you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh so lucky me. yay.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, the dandruff guy really freaked me out. He like bent his head low and started at the book and kept on scratching his head. And i was sitting diagonally opposite him so i could see white flakes of human snow falling.&lt;br /&gt;Blizzard,&lt;br /&gt;by blizzard,&lt;br /&gt;by blizzard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-7869684099087124028?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/7869684099087124028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/7869684099087124028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/06/library-fascinations.html' title='Library fascinations'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-3426566836168683553</id><published>2007-06-11T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T13:00:01.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>wah LAN eh,</title><content type='html'>holy shit this is a real singaporean dick girl/ shemale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read her story here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;CLICK HERE CLICK HERE CLICK HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Although he dresses like a woman and has breast implants, the 1.8m-tall ladyboy has not had a sex change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note the use of the word "ladyboy" cos they probably think the word "shemale" is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;okay lah but other than that his/her life story is pretty sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-3426566836168683553?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/3426566836168683553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/3426566836168683553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/06/wah-lan-eh.html' title='wah LAN eh,'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-2570838637511859955</id><published>2007-06-08T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T08:23:56.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>udon laksa, tattoo</title><content type='html'>yes, finally i have stuff to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought this instant laksa thing, my family and i, and we wanted to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;so i was like okay i'll eat it. so we went to cook it and it so happened they didn't provide noodles.&lt;br /&gt;but it was too late already since the soup was already cooking.&lt;br /&gt;so you know what? we decided to use udon noodles.&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty interesting, it actually tasted edible.&lt;br /&gt;well, it's just different lah cos udon is like damn thick and damn chewy as opposed to the thin and non-chewy springy noodles we were supposed to use.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, pretty interesting. you all should try one day.&lt;br /&gt;udon laksa, a fusion of japanese and chinese.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo racial harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright aside from that, my sister came back from australia yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;and she came back with a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;not that i didn't know, she told me before, but my parents didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;well she hid it well lah, with all her ingenious ways. but honestly i don't know how she's gonna continue hiding it.&lt;br /&gt;hoi, if you're reading this ah, really. good luck man.&lt;br /&gt;right, so for all to see her art:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RmihXDtJqaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nCVLQLkDp84/s1600-h/08062007239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RmihXDtJqaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nCVLQLkDp84/s320/08062007239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;tell you she'll be murdered when they find out.&lt;br /&gt;AND NO THAT'S NOT MY HAND, it's my maid's.&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side she's only staying for 3 weeks before going back to aus, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;maaaaybe, just maybe, she can hide it for 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;doubt so though. woot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-2570838637511859955?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/2570838637511859955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/2570838637511859955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/06/udon-laksa-tattoo.html' title='udon laksa, tattoo'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RmihXDtJqaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nCVLQLkDp84/s72-c/08062007239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-6065146993264990392</id><published>2007-05-28T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:26:32.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>start of holidays</title><content type='html'>well, if you could call them holidays.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, aside from school, i have just been enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know fact #1264:&lt;br /&gt;after brushing your teeth, carrot juice tastes like tonic water?&lt;br /&gt;okay fine it's damn random, but whatever lah yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-6065146993264990392?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/6065146993264990392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/6065146993264990392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/05/start-of-holidays_28.html' title='start of holidays'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-7182174179274431679</id><published>2007-05-18T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:01:29.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>to-do list.</title><content type='html'>you know what i really think i gotta do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) stop slacking&lt;br /&gt;2) stop procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;3) stop ponning school&lt;br /&gt;4) stop copying homework&lt;br /&gt;5) sit down and STUDY and DO MY WORK&lt;br /&gt;6) and also make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sidenote, i hate bugs. and i hate the stupid juice that comes out when they're squashed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-7182174179274431679?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/7182174179274431679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/7182174179274431679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-do-list.html' title='to-do list.'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-6844325482894947490</id><published>2007-05-15T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:36:44.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>PLAGIARISM.</title><content type='html'>God, kids these days really have no originality.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the first time I've seen people copying other people's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;But this is really the most repulsive, disgusting imitation i've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RkmDXp60N-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/445yCSzYqgg/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RkmDXp60N-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/445yCSzYqgg/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit, and it happened after I refused to give him my coding.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really angry, i'm just disgusted. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, kids these days. No originality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE DAY YOU'LL GET BROUGHT TO COURT. FUCKFACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: thanks for the rallied support against the guy. didn't expect those huuuge flaming posts against him. but hey, the guy deleted all the comments on his tagboard and honestly i don't have the energy to keep on tagging on his board. kids these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-6844325482894947490?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/6844325482894947490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/6844325482894947490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/05/plagiarism.html' title='PLAGIARISM.'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RkmDXp60N-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/445yCSzYqgg/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-961020303388076926</id><published>2007-05-11T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:22:29.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>imitation</title><content type='html'>we all, in general, love imitation goods.&lt;br /&gt;be it through piracy or just like, fake imitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in this world, there are two types of people.&lt;br /&gt;those make imitations. and those who buy imitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother, is a prime example of one who's totally blind in terms of spotting imitation goods. kiasu, saves money and think that the pocky stuff she bought was really cheap. so she bought a lot of "pocky".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RkNFwZ60N9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JE8Mr1hjyHg/s1600-h/06052007219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RkNFwZ60N9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JE8Mr1hjyHg/s320/06052007219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky by glico, how far imitation stretches it's wings to.&lt;br /&gt;pretty amazing eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-961020303388076926?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/961020303388076926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/961020303388076926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/05/imitation.html' title='imitation'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RkNFwZ60N9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JE8Mr1hjyHg/s72-c/06052007219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-5502461867739621458</id><published>2007-05-01T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:46:47.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>stupid, stupid, stupid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;conversation between krystle and i.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;So Long,: polypeptides are bonded by what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Misshapes,: erm...peptide bonds? i dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Long,: i knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Misshapes,: no you didnt&lt;br /&gt;thats whyyou asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Long,: WRONG YOU IDIOT&lt;br /&gt;PEPTIDE BONDS ARE FOR PROTEINS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Misshapes,: polypepties are protiens you idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Long,: NO&lt;br /&gt;             they are er.&lt;br /&gt;             EHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;             WAAAIT A MINUTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Misshapes,: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;             NICK YOU SUCK LA&lt;br /&gt;             POLYPEPTIDES ARE PROTEINS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Long,: oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;             polysaccharides are the sugars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Misshapes,: HAHAHA yes&lt;br /&gt;             thats rigt&lt;br /&gt;             you should go read your o level text books haha&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;kinda makes me wonder how i got my o level score. boy do i feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-5502461867739621458?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/5502461867739621458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/5502461867739621458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/05/stupid-stupid-stupid.html' title='stupid, stupid, stupid.'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-2545528821072691499</id><published>2007-04-29T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T14:47:39.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>TICKLE ME EMO</title><content type='html'>LMAO. okay i really gotta thank justina for this link, it's friggin hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4nRNYG_xM2U"&gt;TICKLE ME EMO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit man, and then you read some of the comments emokids put to defend their species. friggin hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers justina. whoo.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and one more link: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEJDGLF-e18"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-2545528821072691499?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/2545528821072691499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/2545528821072691499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/04/tickle-me-emo.html' title='TICKLE ME EMO'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-1960222004843972741</id><published>2007-04-27T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T23:46:02.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>FREAKED OUT</title><content type='html'>OMFG OMFG OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;You know the normal, dead msn/friendster me that you all know happened to get a friendster message, which is really very rare for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So usually, i should be happy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This message was from a GUY. the title was "hellos:)"&lt;br /&gt;so i was like, ookay. disappointment, but nevermind, read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside it said "heys be friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF MAN. OKAY I'M SORRY I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'RE GAY OR NOT BUT &lt;b&gt;I DON'T WANNA RISK FINDING OUT&lt;/b&gt;. AND IF YOU'RE READING THIS SINCE MY BLOG LINK'S ON MY PROFILE, &lt;b&gt;HELL NO I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND.&lt;/b&gt; make friends with construction workers for all i care. go screw a hippo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to reply him. &lt;br /&gt;fine, i'm homophobic. bite me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-1960222004843972741?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/1960222004843972741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/1960222004843972741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/04/freaked-out.html' title='FREAKED OUT'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-331832546327728646</id><published>2007-04-24T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T17:57:29.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>MATH TEST RESULT</title><content type='html'>yes, i got back my first math test in my jc education.&lt;br /&gt;so what did i get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZERO OUT OF THIRTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god i don't need to shave my legs. &lt;br /&gt;TOO BAD PEOPLE. MY LEG HAIR'S MINE AND MINE ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;okay then again i shouldn't be proud of getting 0, at this rate i'll retain, shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my cousin talked to me on msn, yeah the one who passed the audition for _______ian idol. (Please remind me to censor the name cos once i forgot, then the next day people started asking, so i was like oh shit i'm gonna get her into big shit.) Yeah she was talking to me, and she was sooo sad. she was like saying how much she was shaking on stage. and how her voice couldn't come out properly, and how her friends also saw her shaking. and she was like sooo saad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i did was laugh silently.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, her fault. I AM SUCH AN EVIL COUSIN.&lt;br /&gt;fear me, loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if she does get in, i'll shave my leg hair since it survived the math test.&lt;br /&gt;i hope she doesn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-331832546327728646?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/331832546327728646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/331832546327728646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/04/math-test-result.html' title='MATH TEST RESULT'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-8106707136712550639</id><published>2007-04-18T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T16:02:04.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>comic strips 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/818/"&gt;-1-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/857/"&gt;-2-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/853/"&gt;-3-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three strips got me laughing my ass off. Sadly they're too big to fit into my screen. box. thing. whatever, go check them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-8106707136712550639?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8106707136712550639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8106707136712550639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/04/cyanide-happiness-explosm.html' title='comic strips 1'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-1610995405946925404</id><published>2007-04-17T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:51:06.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>Math Test 1 2007</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I take my first math test.&lt;br /&gt;Topics tested are: AP/GP, Summation and Mathematical Induction&lt;br /&gt;Which I don't understand AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF I PASS THIS MATH TEST, I PROMISE I WILL SHAVE MY LEGS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also shave it if annabel ngo goes through the second round of ______ian idol without external help, which should take place after the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Refer to the "I want to be..." post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless me, I don't wanna get a 0 for math,&lt;br /&gt;but I REALLY don't wanna shave my legs. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and as a sidenote, stay happy guys, it's the effort that counts. people are breaking, but people still try. that's what keeps the world going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-1610995405946925404?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/1610995405946925404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/1610995405946925404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/04/math-test-1-2007.html' title='Math Test 1 2007'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-7671260779228406565</id><published>2007-04-10T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:13:11.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>EMO 101</title><content type='html'>Okay i'm back, so let's do something i've always wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;TO MAKE AN EMOKID:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1) Black Hair dye, if you're not asian&lt;br /&gt;2) A penknife, it's every emokid's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;3) Black nailpolish, eyeliner, eyeshadow&lt;br /&gt;4) Just all the black stuff you can think off.&lt;br /&gt;5) Set up a blog, check if these addresses are available.&lt;br /&gt;  - ihatemyself&lt;br /&gt;  - nooneunderstandsme&lt;br /&gt;  - blackscars&lt;br /&gt;  - brokenangel&lt;br /&gt;  - mylifesucks&lt;br /&gt;  - iwanttodie&lt;br /&gt;  - godmusthateme&lt;br /&gt;  - etc. etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procedure:&lt;br /&gt;1) DYE YOUR HAIR BLACK. if you're not asian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) cut your wrist, not vertically though, you'll die. all emokids cut horizontally. why? because they can't die that way. and they hardly bleed too, but at least they get scars. Heck, use a chopper if you have one, throw the pussy penknife away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Wear black ALL THE TIME. Every accessory you have must be black. Show it when you go to school.black bag, pencil case, EVERYTHING. try to wear thick eyeliner to school. got black lipstick also wear, as long as it's not me wearing can already. everyone will laugh at you, but you know what? WHO CARES??? COS NO ONE UNDERSTANDS YOU ANYWAY! XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Cry in school a lot, slash your wrist in front of everybody and shout at the top of your voice: "NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME!!!!!" so everyone will run to you to help. and when they do that, scream "STAY BACK HYPOCRITES! I HATE YOU!". and then threaten to jump off the second floor. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) BLOG BLOG BLOG. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. BLOG ABOUT YOURSELF AND YOURSELF ONLY. AND EVERY POST MUST INCLUDE THE FOLLOWING PHRASES:&lt;br /&gt;"I hate myself", "No one understands", "The world is unfair" and "there's no point in living".&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE BLOG EVERYDAY, AND MAKE SURE YOUR LAYOUT IS BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) acquire simple plan discography and listen to it everyday, everytime, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that concludes EMO 101 today. Thank you, class dismissed.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, and if you wish to show your support to emo 101, please acquire this tattoo, it's really quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RhthVR2ej3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cEUzLaoGnfQ/s1600-h/10042007195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RhthVR2ej3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cEUzLaoGnfQ/s320/10042007195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051738425223188338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-art by ng chu ting-&lt;br /&gt;Make fun of emokids today, get a -cut here- tattoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-7671260779228406565?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/7671260779228406565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/7671260779228406565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/04/emo-101.html' title='EMO 101'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RhthVR2ej3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cEUzLaoGnfQ/s72-c/10042007195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-2395037022717461196</id><published>2007-04-02T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T10:29:08.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>HOLIDAY, not.</title><content type='html'>Okay guys, i'm off! Will be back in one week's time. Go figure why. XD&lt;br /&gt;And when I get back, I really need a lot of help in school work, SO PLEASE SHOW SOME KINDNESS. TO ME. TO ME. TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and honestly, I don't know what i'm trying to do. and i don't know why i'm doing it. maybe you'll be the death of me. i'm not emo, i'm just confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-2395037022717461196?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/2395037022717461196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/2395037022717461196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/04/holiday-not.html' title='HOLIDAY, not.'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-2168639261103527579</id><published>2007-03-30T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:56:51.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>RESULT:</title><content type='html'>As i predicted, she got in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] hope you're doing fine, guess that's all i can say. [/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-2168639261103527579?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/2168639261103527579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/2168639261103527579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/03/result.html' title='RESULT:'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-7864919539626186045</id><published>2007-03-29T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T23:59:15.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>I want to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;*INSERT SCHOOL HERE* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IDOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so my sec 2 cousin says. Whom of course shall not be named and whose school shall not be revealed either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some nonsense to lighten up everyone's mood, finally i have inspiration. About time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my younger cousin aspires to be a blahblahblah idol. THROUGH ---&gt; Singing. And she's not exactly very er, good. I come home from school today, and she goes "Nick i need a big favor from you. TEACH ME."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh my god, have you guys ever tried to teach a semi tone-deaf girl how to sing, just sing in key. Just the basics of the basics. just in key. I'M TELLING YOU IT'S NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE. God and guess what she's singing. You know High School Musical? There's one emo song in there. and after teaching her basic breathing, correcting her pitch is OMFG. Well, give her a bit of credit. She's improved by, actually alot. But she's still, unearthly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"blah bla-" "OUT" "blah blah blah b-" "OUT"&lt;br /&gt;"Bl-" OUT"&lt;br /&gt;"Bl-" OUT"&lt;br /&gt;"Bl-" OUT"&lt;br /&gt;"Bl-" OUT"&lt;br /&gt;"Bl-" OUT&lt;br /&gt;IT IS HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of all those american idol rejects. awh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;earsplitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall update you how her audition goes. ten bucks says she'll be....&lt;br /&gt;Accepted actually because she's bad, but i think everyone else will be WORSE.&lt;br /&gt;At least into the first round lah yeah? After that... well. I'll try my best. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______IAN IDOL - sounds like a dying cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go annabel ngo. Go. Go. Go. I'm behind you.......&lt;br /&gt;until you go to school to disgrace yourself. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-7864919539626186045?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/7864919539626186045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/7864919539626186045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-want-to-be.html' title='I want to be...'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-6541836211714123419</id><published>2007-03-22T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:32:49.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedicated'/><title type='text'>closure</title><content type='html'>i guess we dragged it on for too long anyway.&lt;br /&gt;it was a nice time spent with you, and yeah. i don't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, time and commitments won't allow us to, and it's too tiring holding on.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i guess i'll see you soon. perhaps in the future we'll have the time.&lt;br /&gt;i'll definitely miss you, like hell. but i know it's better like this, just as friends.&lt;br /&gt;keep the stuff i gave you properly okay? i'll still be wearing your bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;because really, though we're just friends, you're still irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;and honestly, i hope this isn't the last dedicated post to you that i write.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-6541836211714123419?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/6541836211714123419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/6541836211714123419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/03/closure.html' title='closure'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-8011775875952487220</id><published>2007-03-16T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T03:16:00.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflective'/><title type='text'>keep moving.</title><content type='html'>BANG BABY.&lt;br /&gt;Enough standing still, let's get this show on the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-8011775875952487220?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8011775875952487220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8011775875952487220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/03/keep-moving.html' title='keep moving.'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-6784942636372283345</id><published>2007-03-16T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T03:09:20.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>D'espairsRay - Squall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've recently gotten my hands on this single and I like it. Fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the most amazing single i've ever heard but hey, just thought i'd upload it for fun.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, people who have time, give it a try. I've fallen in love with screen.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D'espairsRay - SQUALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RfmYGvdCT6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6Ueekbz9ivI/s320/11587pl9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/g6tfkz"&gt;01. SQUALL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/7r4pqu"&gt;02. DESERT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/zl508g"&gt;03. SCREEN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/v0obfb"&gt;FULL SINGLE (.RAR FILE)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-6784942636372283345?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/6784942636372283345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/6784942636372283345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/03/despairsray-squall.html' title='D&apos;espairsRay - Squall'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aj2kJQFE1YI/RfmYGvdCT6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6Ueekbz9ivI/s72-c/11587pl9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-7770471900205105535</id><published>2007-03-04T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T11:52:58.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>some friendster thing.</title><content type='html'>Apparently i found this in a friendster bulletin and i decided to be a bit gay and do it.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's damn funny anyway so yeah. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO IT IF YOU HAVE TIME TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called FIRST REACTION...&lt;br /&gt;Type what comes to your mind first&lt;br /&gt;whenever you hear these words.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think and dont go back and&lt;br /&gt;change. Doesn't matter how random just&lt;br /&gt;type it! Repost it for all of your&lt;br /&gt;friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Cigarettes: expensive.&lt;br /&gt;02. Sex: wooooh. but worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;03. Relationships: time?&lt;br /&gt;04. Your Last Ex: uh. &lt;br /&gt;05. Power Rangers: tight suits?&lt;br /&gt;06. Crack: BUTT&lt;br /&gt;07. Food: fat.&lt;br /&gt;08. The Prime Minister: is my dad.&lt;br /&gt;09. War: is a certain president's favourite word.&lt;br /&gt;10. Cars: pretty&lt;br /&gt;11. Petrol Prices: none of my business&lt;br /&gt;12. Halloween: nightmare before christmas&lt;br /&gt;14. Religion: life&lt;br /&gt;15. MySpace: gay.&lt;br /&gt;16. Chocolates: valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;17. Marriage: heavy.&lt;br /&gt;18. Paris Hilton: whatever.&lt;br /&gt;19. Brunettes: WTF?&lt;br /&gt;20. Redhead: ALEX.&lt;br /&gt;21. Politics: theatre.&lt;br /&gt;22. Pass the Time: *cough* ms. booby *cough*&lt;br /&gt;23. One Night Stands: i can't stand up for one whole night.&lt;br /&gt;24. Mobile Phones: not very mobile if you leave them at home.&lt;br /&gt;25. Pet Peeves: er, harry potter?&lt;br /&gt;26. Pixie Stix: lemon bricks? &lt;br /&gt;27. Vanilla Ice Cream: high school girls?&lt;br /&gt;28. Potties: cute.&lt;br /&gt;29. High School: which country?&lt;br /&gt;30. Pyjamas: bananas.&lt;br /&gt;31. Wood: chuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood.&lt;br /&gt;32. Wet Socks: wet feet.&lt;br /&gt;33. Alcohol: sex, drugs, cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;34. The word u HATE : "u HATE"? that's two words.&lt;br /&gt;35. Your best friends: that guai lan gang in church. plus toh and yuquan.&lt;br /&gt;36. Money: i want.&lt;br /&gt;37. Heartache: pain.&lt;br /&gt;38. Love: not as ideal as the ones in movies.&lt;br /&gt;39. Time: money.&lt;br /&gt;40. Divorce: not in my dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-7770471900205105535?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/7770471900205105535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/7770471900205105535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-friendster-thing.html' title='some friendster thing.'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-2263984786812791844</id><published>2007-02-25T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:24:25.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>Weird dream</title><content type='html'>Okay first thing's first. I do notice that these days people I know have been turning ultra emo-angsty. And I don't blame you guys. I cannot deny that my temper known for it's long fuse has shortened like crazy. But hey, I just wanna encourage you guys that we are under no stress compared to the J2s, especially those in west side and dep. Whatever it is, continue walking forward guys, because there is something for us at the end of every trial once we get past it. We're not the worst off. We still have four limbs, a roof for shelter and friends who will support us. Have the strength to carry on guys, and trust in the lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, I'M STILL STICKING TO MY RESOLUTION THAT THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN ZERO EMO POSTS, SO SOMETHING TO BRIGHTEN YOUR DARK DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had a nightmare/comic dream. It was like damn scary at first, then suddenly it was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in school, after a west side rehearsal. It was close to 12 and I was walking down the dark steps of the school with caleb. Yes caleb, you were in my dream. So the school looked darker than usual. But regardless, we got to the main entrance of AC. Where we met the security guard, flustered and anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked us, "There's no one left in this school right?" And we told him, "No, everyone's left." Then he asked us to take the lift us to the 5th floor to check for him. Sensing something wrong, we entered the dark lift lobby and went into the lift. The moment the lift opened at the 5th level, we were greeted by a cold blast of wind and a ghost howl. I said to myself "okaaay." and quickly closed the lift. Down at the lobby, we told the security guard that there was something there, but not human. And told him we were going home already. then we sat at the bleachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing we knew, we saw the security guard run around with his arms flailing all over the place (yep, it turned into a comedy) and he started screaming "COME OUT COME OUT COME OUT" and he ran up to the second level, and kept crossing the walkway from the LT4 block to the main block. AND ALL THE TIME HE WAS FLAILING HIS ARMS AND SCREAMING. So we just sat there and laughed. And the "ghost" in my dream was just laughing at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe it's not that funny as a recount lah. And people were like eh nick are you okay? A normal person wouldn't get such a dream. Well whatever lah, it was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: HEY SEXY! - nur aini, J2 DEPper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-2263984786812791844?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/2263984786812791844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/2263984786812791844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/02/weird-dream_25.html' title='Weird dream'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-8797004181734544926</id><published>2007-02-16T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:27:02.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>Bus Ride</title><content type='html'>I was on the way to school tomorrow, and i happened to board the most happening bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus was crowded, as usual. So happens there was a retarded old man that boarded the bus. And everywhere was so crowded but he just forced his way through the bus, up the staircase and in the process destabilizing about two dozen people. So okay, shortly after he came down, after realizing that crowded bus = no more seats upstairs. Then he started shouting HEY, HEY. to everyone. Everyone was like wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so after a few shouts, he decided to get off the bus. So, crowded as the bus was, he pushed his way to the door and i really mean PUSHED. Then there was this other chinese old man that either was really thrown off balance, or the way i see it, he was just pissed at the retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man RAMMED HIS WHOLE BUTT INTO THE RETARD. and i really meant RAM. BOOM, the retard stumbled forward, PRACTICALLY HUMPED THE FAT INDIAN LADY IN FRONT OF HIM, who in turn looked as if she was entertaining the guy sitting in front of her. yes, entertainment, oral entertainment. WONDERFuL domino effect i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah after that the retard and the other old man started shouting hokkien vulgarities and the retard got off the bus. End of story, everyone was like wtf? And I almost got whacked for laughing like crazy. What, it just hit my funny spot okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES, and just because it's the year of the pig, I still don't think it's right for a bunch of malays to go up on stage and sing something about eating more bak kwa and bak kut teh. So wrong. There is something terrible happening to the world. SHOW MORE RESPECT MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, it was an enjoyable performance anyway, best performance this CNY celebrations in AC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-8797004181734544926?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8797004181734544926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8797004181734544926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/02/bus-ride.html' title='Bus Ride'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-6978699292380047469</id><published>2007-02-05T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T00:38:57.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>OH PRAISE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;#23. at least i fall alone.    † says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Alright, that's it for photoblogging.               NOW LORD OH FUCK PLEASE LET ME STUDY KANINA I'M DAMN SCARED LAH.               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wth               your blog hahahahahahaah shit tht made me laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sus]tain:&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;#23. at least i fall alone.    † says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THTS FRM YOUR BLOG OKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Y               12 DAYS TO Os HAHAHAHAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sus]tain:&lt;br /&gt;yeah i recognise it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;#23. at least i fall alone.    † says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;anyway i like reading your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so entertaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sus]tain says:&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;#23. at least i fall alone.    † says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;haha but your old entries frekaing funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sus]tain says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;i think that's how a blog should be&lt;br /&gt;cos everyone's reading it&lt;br /&gt;i want everyone to enjoy reading it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;#23. at least i fall alone.    † says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ladies, good luck. We men will just screw you literally and sit outside when you're giving birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I PITY YOUR WIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samantha kwan. for saying that i will smear ice cream all over your face, then treat you to a fuggin fondue. you just maade my daaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Terms and conditions apply, ngo must have money to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY since someone has been SO NICE, i shall blog about a recent event: I'm the luckiest asshole in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day: I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;1. I lost my wallet, probably dropped it in the LT.&lt;br /&gt;2. I got so depressed after losing more that 100 bucks, my phone magically disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;3. wtf, my pocket's feel empty. Scream, scream and scream even more.&lt;br /&gt;4. After school, BOTH OF THEM CAME BACK TO ME!!! FULLY INTACT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i the luckiest shit or what. okay, maybe i was stupid enough to lose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, and i haven't been doing homework. bio sounds fuggin foreign to me man. "the rough ER is studded with ribosomes" - sounds like a friggin studded condom to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hell i'm not captain-ing any captain's ball for tackle games man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-6978699292380047469?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/6978699292380047469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/6978699292380047469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-praise.html' title='OH PRAISE!'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-8365814895047880201</id><published>2007-01-29T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T00:30:24.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>time=none</title><content type='html'>okay, in case you guys haven't noticed, i haven't been updating.&lt;br /&gt;WELL there's a reason to that. I HAVE NO FRIGGIN TIME TO BLOG ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;i'm reaching home at 9.30pm EVERYDAY plus piling homework, so sorry guys, no stuff for you guys to LOL at anymore for some time. bear with it and i'll relieve you guys of boredom soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, NGO goes back to work. thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and i still can spare 5 minutes coming back here and looking at tags daily so do keep in touch, TAG TAG TAG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-8365814895047880201?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8365814895047880201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8365814895047880201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/01/timenone.html' title='time=none'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-4571961087853755202</id><published>2007-01-14T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:24:04.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedicated'/><title type='text'>To: You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hey, I know it’s going to be very hard, and I know that it’s a pretty heavy blow to you too. And I also know that a lot of people know that I’m writing this to someone you all know. Whatever, I don’t care what you guys think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, things will work out somehow, definitely. No matter what happens, you still have friends who care for you, who will be with you through your darkest times, through your hardest trials. You have people who care for you, love you and want to help you. God is always there backing you up, and remember that he will never fail you. Also, I’ll always be with you too, and I’m sure we can pull through this together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remember, you are to be the light to your family. Remember how your sister stood on your side and argued with your mom too. Your family needs you, and you can’t let them down. You can’t let them be damned. Everyone is here supporting you, backing you up. And I’ll always be here if you need a shoulder to lean on. So don’t give up, whatever you do. I believe in you, and so do your good friends. You can do it, trust in the Lord and he will show you the way. I love you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The Lord is my light and my salvation. Whom shall I fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Lord is the stronghold of my life. Of whom shall I be afraid?”&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 27:1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-4571961087853755202?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/4571961087853755202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/4571961087853755202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-you.html' title='To: You'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-5443337989967476314</id><published>2007-01-08T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T20:54:45.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>lame games</title><content type='html'>okay i finally have time to spend on the com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first few days of school have been, surprisingly exciting and fun. ACJC has the ability of brainwashing people to love the school. Oh well, I guess it's a good thing. Okay, back to nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so happens that among my orientation group, we've been playing super lame games. examples? bangbangbang who died, is this a snake, what time is it, mrt station, this is __ this is __ who is this, black magic, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you don't know how to play, ask around. Either way it's humorous to see people not get why what comes after lakeside is errrr, clementi. And i have the largest lame game vocab thanks to kong eu wei and the rest of 6f 2002. the best part comes when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh, i think i know. test me again"&lt;br /&gt;"yah, i know already. let me try."&lt;br /&gt;"EHH NOT CORRECT MEH? oh shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's damn cute to see people ready to bash something when they get it. and when they get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WTF WTF WTF"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. we ponned gp lecture today cos no one could figure out the "who is this" game. except one person. who was damn pissed off when he found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people, i am here to advertise lame games. please learn, they're super fun. provided you are the one playing, and not the victim lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-5443337989967476314?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/5443337989967476314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/5443337989967476314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2007/01/lame-games.html' title='lame games'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-8265340053619602918</id><published>2006-12-30T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:29:58.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedicated'/><title type='text'>29th December 2006</title><content type='html'>one word: magical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-8265340053619602918?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8265340053619602918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8265340053619602918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/12/29th-december-2006.html' title='29th December 2006'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-7515344763314333718</id><published>2006-12-28T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T04:14:51.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>sleeeeepless</title><content type='html'>okay, it's 4am in the morning and i'm still awake. God knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been an enjoyable holiday. Well, at least the end part of it. The beginning was just boring. I slept through christmas from 5.30pm to 9am the next day. Recently jem held a christmas party on the 26th in which the guys had a sleepover and where jonathan went soo gay. We came back on the 27th when i slept from 9am to 7pm and here i am awake right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it sounds boring. But it actually has been very interesting. somehow. And as you might have predicted, yes. I have no more nonsense to blog about. Christmas this year has been, christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I do still want my rubik's cube. If anyone's kind enough to buy it for me for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so there are a few more days to the new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-7515344763314333718?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/7515344763314333718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/7515344763314333718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/12/sleeeeepless.html' title='sleeeeepless'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-4719699258506064147</id><published>2006-12-21T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T20:11:53.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>A Bad Talker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~!@#$%^T~  By the way says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i just hate talking to you on msn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;be;lieve says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;why?!??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~!@#$%^T~  By the way says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;its bloody irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;be;lieve says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;what did i do?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~!@#$%^T~  By the way says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;be;lieve says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;so weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;do i reply slow or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~!@#$%^T~  By the way says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;be;lieve says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;or what. one word replies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;or i talk like a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;or i'm as irritating as shit on msn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;what?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~!@#$%^T~  By the way says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;one word replies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;be;lieve says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;oh. right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight, i get it. i talk bad on msn. i'll try alright? ahahaha, okay the christmas season is here and i'm trying to post more nonsense for you guys to read and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, yesterday i went swimming and on the way back i passed this construction site at jurong east mrt. and a kid beside me asked a very intriguing question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are they digging for treasure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, yeah. they dig for their pay and their pay is like treasure, so i guess if you shorten it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids these days are quite smart eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit at 8.10PM]&lt;br /&gt;Can someone buy me a new rubik's cube for CHRISTMAS? PLEASE???&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-4719699258506064147?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/4719699258506064147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/4719699258506064147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/12/bad-talker_21.html' title='A Bad Talker'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-6172372832347689699</id><published>2006-12-17T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:29:56.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedicated'/><title type='text'>you are</title><content type='html'>definitely, all i want for christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-6172372832347689699?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/6172372832347689699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/6172372832347689699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/12/definitely-all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='you are'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-3539462456002042674</id><published>2006-12-16T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T11:58:46.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>I'M NOT M.I.A</title><content type='html'>I know it isn't nice to leave your blog dead when thousands of people loooove reading my blog *ego ego* but you know I REALLY HAVE NOTHING TO BLOG ABOUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because no school = no nonsense =  nothing to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me a funny event that happened and THEN i'll start to blog. I don't do meaningless posts. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, aside from that yes just to let all of you know I'M STILL ALIVE HERE. And I've been going out EVERYDAY, seriously everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am SOU bored with a capital U. WHO WANTS TO PON THE FIRST FEW MONTHS OF JC???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-3539462456002042674?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/3539462456002042674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/3539462456002042674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-not-mia.html' title='I&apos;M NOT M.I.A'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-7706865001575055810</id><published>2006-12-04T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:25:00.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>I Dream...</title><content type='html'>I can't run like the wind. okay singaporean joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. I had this NIGHTMARE yesterday it was kinda crazy. and waay too real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the day before O levels. I felt super unprepared and I was like jamming in my room at 11pm. Then I went to sleep. I woke up at 8 and realised oh shit. My first paper's at 8. So I put on my uniform and I COULDN'T FIND MY STATIONERY. So somehow i couldn't control myself in that dream, I dashed out of my house and immediately an old lady fell face down in front of me. And you know how you hate it if you can't control yourselves in dreams, i helped her to the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time it was 10. I was wondering if cambridge will let me sit for the paper 2 hours later. I got teleported back into my room where i started thrashing the place like mad ut of frustration. then my mother called and asked "Hi, how was the paper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up and checked the time. SEVEN THIRTY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly scrambled out of bed, looked for my stationery on my table and opened my cupboard to take out my uniform when i noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, it's december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT IT WAS THAT REAL OKAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn scary. And that's the second nonsense post in this holiday period. pathetic eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-7706865001575055810?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/7706865001575055810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/7706865001575055810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-dream.html' title='I Dream...'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-8737113238292054013</id><published>2006-11-30T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:34:24.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>movie screwups</title><content type='html'>okay so today, i went to suntec with my sister and my cousins. so happens that we went to watch "open season" with them. aaand you know how the advertisements come up before the movie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently the lights started to dim. then HEY IT'S OPEN SEASON! THE MOVIE IS STARTING.  The bear guy and the deer guy came on screen. they were in this cinema and being super noisy then blah blah blah. they went like "our movie? oh you mean. "OPEN SEASON."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the screed faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next screen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"COMING SOON TO ENG WAH CINEMAS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the whole theatre went "eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay either way it's a good show, damn funny. go catch it if you have the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-8737113238292054013?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8737113238292054013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8737113238292054013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/11/movie-screwups.html' title='movie screwups'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-8954452495489110979</id><published>2006-11-23T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:50:36.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>return.</title><content type='html'>you. in case you've been deprived of my nonsense and good laughs. take heed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M COMING BACK DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been emo far too long, and i've withdrawn from the social world far too much. my withdraw is OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watch out world. the nonsensical crapper is back. i just need something to blog about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing, i'm taking layout requests during the holidays so mail requests to chros.nn@gmail.com. FRIENDS ONLY PLEASE THANKS. And don't email me requests to be my friend before asking for fuckin layouts man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright world, till next time when I find some nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-8954452495489110979?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8954452495489110979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8954452495489110979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/11/return.html' title='return.'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-1211320590091611984</id><published>2006-11-16T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:28:34.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>withdraw#1</title><content type='html'>Okay the O levels are finally over, so I'm gonna withdraw from social life a bit. Sorry for any trouble or if I seem antisocial. I really gotta do the stuff I need to do. See you guys on the 21st in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-1211320590091611984?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/1211320590091611984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/1211320590091611984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/11/withdraw1.html' title='withdraw#1'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-4771207500026274026</id><published>2006-11-14T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:35:08.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>conversation #1</title><content type='html'>So it was in the morning. And we were all too lazy to study for Amath in the afternoon. Yep, and for some reason or another, &lt;b&gt;jacq&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;toh&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;ko&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; ended up in the same conversation talking about &lt;b&gt;chengkai&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k' th -   Compact love is better than me.                                     [  爱  / says:&lt;br /&gt;he got small cock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacq / strength for each new day says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[sHikEi.]]         __you're my everything; you make me feel so alive says:&lt;br /&gt;also*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifetime; says:&lt;br /&gt;wah lao&lt;br /&gt;ko jealous then say lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k' th -   Compact love is better than me.                                     [  爱  / says:&lt;br /&gt;HE GOT SMALL COCK JUST NICE FOR YOUR JAC HOR&lt;br /&gt;MINE DAMN BIG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifetime; says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k' th -   Compact love is better than me.                                     [  爱  / says:&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT FIT YOURS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacq / strength for each new day says:&lt;br /&gt;WTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k' th -   Compact love is better than me.                                     [  爱  / says:&lt;br /&gt;BIG BIG BIG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[sHikEi.]]         __you're my everything; you make me feel so alive says:&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k' th -   Compact love is better than me.                                     [  爱  / says:&lt;br /&gt;BIG BIG BIG&lt;br /&gt;HUMOUNGOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacq / strength for each new day says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I HERE?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifetime; says:&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be blogged about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ko, humongous is spelt H-U-M-O-N-G-O-U-S.&lt;br /&gt;But girls, now you know who to look for for an enjoyable night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-4771207500026274026?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/4771207500026274026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/4771207500026274026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/11/conversation-1.html' title='conversation #1'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-2143307941377597010</id><published>2006-11-11T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:10:16.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>witty phrases</title><content type='html'>I've thought of a very ingenious line recently, and it hasn't been out of my head for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, marvel at my mental prowess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tom, Dick or Bangladeshi?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-2143307941377597010?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/2143307941377597010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/2143307941377597010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/11/witty-phrases.html' title='witty phrases'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-9208883008592103105</id><published>2006-11-08T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:46:11.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>stressed people have weird dreams.</title><content type='html'>So it's been a few days into our O levels and it seems like some people are having weird dreams. Just noting a few,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jtoh had a dream about a blackout happening during an examination&lt;br /&gt; - Writing halfway then POOM.&lt;br /&gt;Lanz had a dream about getting back his O level results&lt;br /&gt; - he says it wasn't bad.&lt;br /&gt;Ian had a FEW dreams about the questions for his history paper.&lt;br /&gt; - He didn't know a shit about the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GUYS. if you have weird dreams, it probably means you're too stressed. so kick back, relax and whack the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, I dreamt that I could move things at will. IT WAS DAMN COOL LAH. then I started lifting up my pencil box and making it hover in the air. Then all of a sudden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-9208883008592103105?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/9208883008592103105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/9208883008592103105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/11/stressed-people-have-weird-dreams.html' title='stressed people have weird dreams.'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-2499747524998346607</id><published>2006-11-03T13:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T14:12:02.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>sweeter</title><content type='html'>i just opened my window for some fresh air. then while doing that i noticed this white cat with black spots walking into my neighbour's front porch. Then she sat there and started mewing. so i observed it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, two kittens ran out beneath the car! One was black and the other white. Then they started licking each other and started to frolic around. The kittens were like all over the mother lah. they seemed super happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later they started to climb this short wall. the mother climbed up first, then the black kitten with some difficulty. then the white kitten tried to climb up, got stuck in the pull-up position and then fell down. the mother went down again, held it by the scruff of the neck and then climbed up together with the white kitten. then they ran off somewhere distant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like oh damn. that has got to be the sweetest thing i've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;and kittens have got to be the cutest thing god has ever made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-2499747524998346607?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/2499747524998346607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/2499747524998346607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/11/sweeter_03.html' title='sweeter'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-4268135638715560429</id><published>2006-10-31T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T22:58:05.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>prankcall-ed</title><content type='html'>this is a prank call i just got. with a damn good fake caucasian accentric accent&lt;br /&gt;turnoff, but i gotta say well planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unknown:"hi i'm stacy wtfshitican'trememberherlastname"&lt;br /&gt;me:"uhhuh. and then"&lt;br /&gt;unknown:"i wanna conduct a survey on singaporeans"&lt;br /&gt;unknown:"can you tell me do you use a condom?"&lt;br /&gt;me:"hahaha. that's a nice one. er. no."&lt;br /&gt;unknown:"OH REALLY WHAT BRAND DO YOU USE."&lt;br /&gt;me:"yeh. okay you can stop now"&lt;br /&gt;unknown:"okay then just tell me the flavor then, since you refuse to tell me the brand"&lt;br /&gt;me:"haha. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;-beep.beep.beep-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-4268135638715560429?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/4268135638715560429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/4268135638715560429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/10/prankcall-ed.html' title='prankcall-ed'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-2656576123989129938</id><published>2006-10-31T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:59:12.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>with Tender Loving Care</title><content type='html'>Today, was O level chemistry practical.&lt;br /&gt;mfft.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHHHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys, I &lt;b&gt;CAN&lt;/b&gt; use my left hand to titrate, do QA and all the other stuff even though it's in a sucky cast. But looks like not many people knew that. So I gave my doctor's letter to the invigilator in front, just in case my hand suddenly breaks off and I can't do my prac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I did titration. Apparently, I had this major accident with the KMnOfour. Like my whole funnel was full, and the burette below it was still empty. I didn't notice that until it started to overflow. Then suddenly the bloody solution began to go into the burette, and i don't know why it started squirting all over the place. So my table was a total wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF A SUDDEN. The lab assistant (thank god it's not fengyee) came running to me and started helping me clean. Then she told me "it's okay, continue with your work". And I was like wow. That's pretty cool. A fractured arm has it's benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we moved on to QA and for the fun of it, I decided to use one hand for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT? EVERYTIME I GO TO THE SIDE BENCH TO TAKE THE REAGENTS. THE LAB ASSISTANT WILL ALWAYS STAND BESIDE ME LOOKING DAMN WORRIED. Like when I want to take out a bottle cap she'll want to help me take it off, but I always did it before she was able to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT SHE HELP ME PUT BACK EVERYTHING LAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were nearing the end of the paper, when I accidentally knocked over my test tube rack. THIS WAS DAMN FUNNY. THE INVIGILATOR IN FRONT RAN TO ME. YES, &lt;b&gt;INVIGILATOR, RAN&lt;/b&gt;. And the lab assistant too. Apparently nothing broke but they kept telling me "It's okay, continue with your work.". And they helped me clean up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind me, the whole class was laughing silently. Except of course for Rachel Meng who couldn't practice self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tender loving care indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-2656576123989129938?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/2656576123989129938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/2656576123989129938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/10/with-tender-loving-care.html' title='with Tender Loving Care'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-8419171618269529593</id><published>2006-10-29T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T23:22:43.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>the scariest movie</title><content type='html'>I've watched countless of horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;American and Asian.&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, American horror is more like thriller.&lt;br /&gt;I've always believed badass horor was from japan.&lt;br /&gt;the ring, ju-on. those were my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look I'm not sadistic. I just like to admire the ingenious visual and audio effects they use in horror, that's why ju-on and the ring are on top. They have good scare moments too. So till now I've always believed that japan horror is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, I have to declare that taiwan horror is the only horror that is so scary I can't even appreciate it. Yes, that scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to the toilet. My father was watching the tv outside.&lt;br /&gt;It was a taiwanese drama. But I was so sure that was the scariest horror movie on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was sweating, screaming and in pain. The doctors yanked the bloody baby's head out like some kid trying to pull the head off the barbie doll. They put the crying ball of blood on the table and cut its umbilical cord. Then they cleaned the thing to reveal a baby who was twitching as if it was going to transform into some monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its taiwanese drama. They take you straight into the room where husbands aren't allowed to go in and show you bloody shit. That, in my opinion, is fucking scary shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, good luck. We men will just screw you literally and sit outside when you're giving birth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-8419171618269529593?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8419171618269529593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8419171618269529593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/10/scariest-movie.html' title='the scariest movie'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-3766916480670937131</id><published>2006-10-25T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T05:52:37.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>FUNNY SHIT QUIZZES</title><content type='html'>This made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/boobienamegenerator/"&gt;QUIZ 1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/penisnamegenerator/"&gt;QUIZ 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-3766916480670937131?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/3766916480670937131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/3766916480670937131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/10/funny-shit-no1.html' title='FUNNY SHIT QUIZZES'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-4103299337228809148</id><published>2006-10-24T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:32:21.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>post number thirteen</title><content type='html'>ALRIGHT it's a long awaited nonsense post. been deprived, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know those few-liners that really get you laughing? yeah i've experienced a few of those. Here are a couple of them i heard this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Nick: fuck you lah.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy (keng heng): Why?&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Nick: asmah? what's asmah?&lt;br /&gt;Bel Chua: asmah? the breathing problem?&lt;br /&gt;Nick: you mean asthma.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Jtoh: Wah lao, there's not even a single bus in the distance lah.&lt;br /&gt;154 turns into the bus bay thing. jtoh almost misses the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Nick: *smile*&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Nick: penguins are cute, except that my principal is a dick of a penguin.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley: then isn't that quite small?&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Oh no, shirley watches penguin porn.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Nick: I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Jtoh: then what u want me to do?&lt;br /&gt;Nick: fuck me.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Jacq: I WANT THAT PHONE!&lt;br /&gt;Nick: steal lor. at most get caught only. no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;Jacq: ....&lt;br /&gt;Nick:             what can they do to you, give you death sentence ah.&lt;br /&gt;Nick: at most you flash one time at the prison warden              lah.&lt;br /&gt;Jacq: GO AND DIE LAH!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Nick: tiramisu is tofu?&lt;br /&gt;others: WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, stress relievers for people taking Os.&lt;br /&gt;APPARENTLY i still haven't exceeded an hour a day.&lt;br /&gt;God, show mercy on me. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-4103299337228809148?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/4103299337228809148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/4103299337228809148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/10/post-number-thirteen.html' title='post number thirteen'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-7393235059565483487</id><published>2006-10-20T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T11:37:31.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>12 days.</title><content type='html'>And so it's 12 days to my Os. And guess what? I HAVEN"T SPENT EVEN 15 MINUTES STRAIGHT AT MY STUDY TABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday toh came over to study. and we ended up guitar-ing the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HERE I AM NOW, PHOTOBLOGGING. With reduced-quality pictures. the originals are waaaay too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I need that miracle nowNOWNOW. SERIOUSLY. let me STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;and put aside &lt;u&gt;all other matters&lt;/u&gt; for now. I don't have time to be thinking about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/1600/CIMG1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/320/CIMG1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I didn't do that on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/1600/CIMG1038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/320/CIMG1038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't aware of that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/1600/CIMG1060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/320/CIMG1060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made that coffee okay, and it tastes good. And everyone loves my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/1600/CIMG1118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/320/CIMG1118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is daaaaamn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/1600/CIMG1130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/320/CIMG1130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna know what happened here, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/1600/DSC00682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/320/DSC00682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacq, since when were you so tall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/1600/DSC00664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/320/DSC00664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2co4, or at least some of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/1600/DSC00679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/320/DSC00679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but hey jacq, it's time to face reality okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/1600/DSC00660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/320/DSC00660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brandon jumps like a gay. 2c04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/1600/CIMG3495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/320/CIMG3495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3e/4e 05/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/1600/Picture-008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3661/4179/320/Picture-008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you ALL know that you don't want my flying side kick in your face, watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's it for photoblogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW LORD OH FUCK PLEASE LET ME STUDY KANINA I'M DAMN SCARED LAH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-7393235059565483487?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/7393235059565483487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/7393235059565483487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/10/12-days.html' title='12 days.'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-7184212902811064281</id><published>2006-10-16T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:11:30.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>Being Ambidextrous.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am proudly on my way to being ambidextrous. My left hand can now WRITE COHERENTLY! However, it's like half the speed and half the handwriting my right hand is. Still, not too bad for a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's come in really useful nowadays. I can eat noodles and write at the same time! Bet none of you can do that man. heh. So yeah like I expected the news today didn't have any nonsense in it. Super thin lah. Oh well. But anyway you guys just wait. One day you'll be amazed at how both my hands can write just as well. Though I think japanese and chinese and miscellaneous drawings only can be done by my right hand lah. But still not too bad whaat. I can play time crisis with my left hand okay. Not bad right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I feel that blogging is super bad for me lah. Like super super bad. It destroys my principles of being all private and all. T.T Shit I hate blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priorities right my ass, why can't I even take one day without hearing.....&lt;br /&gt;And this is going further than I expected. I might not be able to turn back.&lt;br /&gt;I might not be able to let go.&lt;br /&gt;Of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD help me. I haven't studied for bio prac tomorrow yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-7184212902811064281?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/7184212902811064281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/7184212902811064281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/10/being-ambidextrous.html' title='Being Ambidextrous.'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-57822871249828019</id><published>2006-10-15T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:15:30.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflective'/><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>These days, I find it more and more important to thank God for the friends he's given me. Guys, you know what I mean. And hey,  some things might have happened and started off badly, but there's always hope that it'll change for the better. This time, I'll make sure it works out. This time, I'll make sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, for now there's no "this time". I've gotta concentrate on Os first. After that, I'll see how it goes yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY FINE SORRY FOR THE NUMEROUS TIMES I'VE BEEN ADDRESSING SOMEONE OR SOMETHING OR WHATEVER INDIRECTLY, RENDERING YOU GUYS INCAPABLE OF COMPREHENSION EXCEPT FOR THOSE THAT KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway. Os are coming soon, and I feel deprived of my nonsensical posts. I shall make it a point to blog immediately when some nonsense comes out. But I guess now that going out has drastically been reduced, my only source on nonsense is the newspapers. And these days there hasn't been any funny articles except a few weeks back there was one on people asking some president of some country for personal wants.&lt;br /&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;"Mr so and so, I need a new house, a porsche, a wife, kids, and an operation to make myself more potent that I am now. Can you do that for me? You are the president right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, stuff like that. But that was a week ago. So anyway, once something comes up, I'll make it a point to blog the nonsense. Until then, happy studying guys. I slept my whole day away today and I was supposed to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O great and merciful God, listen to your humble servant's prayer today:&lt;br /&gt;By some divine power, let me sit at my study table for more than 15 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-57822871249828019?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/57822871249828019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/57822871249828019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/10/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-875975874757914758</id><published>2006-10-13T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:58:10.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflective'/><title type='text'>End of a Chapter.</title><content type='html'>It's been 10 long years in fairfield, I'm going to miss it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As so everyone says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going straight to the point. I have lots of people to thank and I can't waste time and space talking about how school has been like in the past 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk about how life with you rockers have been in the past 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;NO1: HAVOC&lt;br /&gt;NO2: LITERALLY LIFE-CHANGING&lt;br /&gt;NO3: WITHOUT REGRETS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got quite a few groups of people to talk about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yuquan, Jtoh, Kenneth, Sk, Jem, Alex&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys have been the closest pals to me, in case you didn't know. Without you in this 10 years I don't know what I would have done, what influence I would have gone under. Just wanna let you guys know that even though I might not tell you guys much about any problems I might experience, know that it's just because of my "keep-to-myself" style. But trust me when I say, you guys will be the first group of people I will turn to if I can't cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuquan: The distant bestfriend. I like how we always can talk to each other even though we don't talk much, though usually all we'll talk about is girls. But of course, if need be, I have talked to you about the wildest things in life. To our friendship and more, Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jtoh/ Joshua: You were the guy that caused the first change in my life. Without you I'll still be this whiny emo angsty bastard that no one would like. You're the first one who accepted me as I am, so, thanks. I still think your personality quirks are damn cool, and I'm sure you'll get a lot of fun in CJC for the first 3 months. As opposed to that, JJC with yongzhi? oh man.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth: Some random rocker. If I didn't meet you in sec 2, I don't know how I would have gone to church and meet people like sk and jem. Thanks man, you've been exceptionally close to me these years, though I don't think I really showed that to you before. Good luck with pris man, I always envied you for having such a pure relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sk/rick: Weird guy. To tell you the truth I didn't like your character at first, but hey. I think you're a cool guy now so who cares. Thanks for all the times we spent. Gaying in class, sleeping together during the mission trip. Hope we'll be "neighbours" for quite some time, in case one day my house burns down and I have no where to go XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem/ Jeremy: Hey dude, I love your muscles. And I'm sure SOMEONE else loves them too. Always the brawny guy, and hey you helped me peak my spiritual high last time during the mission trip. Hope one day I can get high again, and learn a tongue or two from you, or kenneth. Nah, just kidding. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Forever the one with the cute face. Three years of crapping around with you really rubs off me man. I wonder how life's gonna be without your crap. But not to worry, I'll still see you in church yes? yes. Work hard to fulfill your ambition! And for once can you study for your Os?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2C 04&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life-changing bunch of friends I've been in frequent contact with, and I will always been in frequent contact with. There are like way too many people to name in this group. There's keng heng, yongzhi and jeffrey, jacq, JACQ!! THE ONE WHO CAN ALWAYS TELL WHEN I'M LOVESICK! And one of my going out kakis. Kor, Wenfang, egoh. bloody hell can I just run down the class register. Okay if I missed out your name, DON'T BE FORFEIT THE SPECIAL PART YOU HAVE IN MY HEART! YOUR NAME JUST SLIPPED MY MIND THAT'S ALL!!! TELL ME AND I'LL PUT YOUR NAME UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, thanks for 1 year of havoc, when we stayed back in the class everyday until 4. thanks for the the specifc cliques we bonded ourselves to, and yet how we were still specially linked to each other. Interclique bonds? Haha, I really liked the times we spent back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3E/4E 2005/2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you guys, I really didn't like you guys. Well perhaps my opinion of some of you has not changed, but hey. I was in the class whether I liked it or not. So yeah, I've learnt to like the lot of you. I'd especially miss zhihao and his pro-communist/terrorist actions that always bring life to the place. I'd always be amused by the perfect balance of brain and brawn: Minhao. But hey, take a break sometimes yeah? Life's not all about exercising and studying. I'll miss the whole desmond, dj, edmund, zhengxian lot. When you see them guai lan in action, it's really  kinda cool. The carissa/chanel/selene/naomi group brought truckloads of crap to the class. And hey, they're alot more groups that I'll miss. My hand's just getting too tired but I still have so much more to write, so I'm cutting it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Melissa Gang&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cedric, Ian, Aaron Tan, Norman, Jiayi, Aaron Ang, Mel, Cheryl, Tiffany and whoever else is in it. Thanks for letting me stick around you guys even though your clique might have been closed after sec 2. Also thanks for letting me play soccer with all of you even though I'm SUCH A NOOB LAH. Wish all of you luck in your next chapter of life. REMEMBER OUR GEYLANG TRIP AFTER OS OKAY! DON'T BACK OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Swordfeesh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love you guys, and will always appreciate how you guys first accepted me as a weird guy. Though we've seemed to have drifted apart due to someone's smart idea of splitting the group, but hey. No matter how far we might drift in the future, always remember that God's with you, and with us. As long as we know the same person, how far apart can we go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Relatives"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This special group of people may not know each other, but yeah, I just want all of you to take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kor(Valerie), don't forget about the piercings after Os! And I'll miss 4 years of sec school with you. You're the "relative" I have the strongest bond with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granddaugter(Christabel), take care of yourself, grandfather's not there to pull you out of tight spots anymore. And PLEASE keep your own locker neat. Good luck for your Os next year, feel free to ask me for tuition XD. Hey, I think you're the "relative" I care for the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei 1(Jocelyn), we've drifted very far, but all the same, take care of yourself next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei 2(Ralene), same to you. Though we're not really close, I gotta tell you to PLEASE choose your guys properly next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darl(Ren Ting), it's time you get a nice guy, so start looking. Then send him to me for evaluation. You've still got 3 years of sec school, so don't waste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood friend(Audrey), so we might be seperated after what, 13 years? Just hope not lah yeah. Let's go for 15 years and more, then hit the big screens one day yeah? But first, DEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Teachers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Malvin Chan, Ms Liang, Mr Glen Tan, Ms Yeo, Ms Wong, Ms Hia, Zeng Lao Shi, Ms Lily.  Okay fine, what the heck Miss Lim and Mr Lim too. Thanks man, for tolerating my nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that ends my thanking. If you're name is not here, YOU HAVE GOT TO TELL ME!!! I can't stress further. There's no such thing as I didn't think you were significant enough to put down. IT'S JUST TOO MUCH!!! So yeah, thanks for the good times, and bad times. I hope we won't lose contact. We'll stick together through our next institution, through NS for guys, then through university for those going. Then we'll all go into the working world and become a regular boring businessmen. Then one day when we're all wrinkled and old we can sit outside singapore pools together and bet on horses, soccer. But toto, 4d, drink kopi, play chess and mahjong, and enjoy the rest of our lives rotting just like that. I gotta say, I'm very thankful to each and everyone of you. The lord be with you in the next chapter of your lives, and may he never leave your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I shall resign myself to what I don't want to happen, but will happen anyway. You cause me a shitload of headaches and sleepless nights you know that. But most probably I'll know what I should do after I talk to you tonight. God bless you too, and good luck for next year. We can always study together sometime, yeah? See you around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-875975874757914758?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/875975874757914758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/875975874757914758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/10/end-of-chapter.html' title='End of a Chapter.'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-3720398728894148236</id><published>2006-10-09T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:01:48.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflective'/><title type='text'>Wake Up.</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend, I've realised quite a few shocking things. And somehow or rather, they're all pretty significant to me, in both good and bad ways. So I figured that since it's the last week of secondary school, I might as well do a few reflective posts. Probably a long one will come out on friday or something, and I believe I won't be the only one writing gratifying posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been one heck of a weekend and a week-start. No, I'm not going to whine, just gonna do a little bit of reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some people would know, things began to spiral drastically out of conntrol, and diarrohea wasn't the real reason I didn't sleep on Friday (refer to previous post). Saturday was no better, I couldn't think of anything else. As it so often came when I was emotionally unstable, my last pack of cigarettes hidden somewhere in my room screamed out to me. It still is screaming, but I'm trying my best to shut out it's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Sunday came. Worship like that was something I haven't seen in a long time. I haven't felt so compelled to sing and praise God for the longest time, and I finally did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No power of hell, no scheme of man.&lt;br /&gt;Can ever pluck me from His hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after worship, I'm sad to say I left no different from before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only Jon, Sk and me left when we went for class at AC. We went to the back of the lecture theatre and watched as Yongzhi played the keyboard for the service held there. The worship leader was singing "I simply live for you". A nostalgic song. I remembered my faith when I was a kid before I left church for a few years. So pure and firm, compared to the faith I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say the word, and I will sing for you.&lt;br /&gt;Over oceans deep, I will follow.&lt;br /&gt;If each star was a song, and every breath of wind praise.&lt;br /&gt;It would still fail be far to say all my heart contains.&lt;br /&gt;I simply live,&lt;br /&gt;I simply live for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because I was emotionally unstable, but for the first time, I had sympathy for a child. Something again, I haven't felt in a long time. The child was crying so loudly, her mother had to take her out of the hall. Half of me wanted to follow the mother and child out, to comfort the child in any way I could. And although it was only half, I couldn't believe how much I had changed. Guys, remember I used to hate kids to the core?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God's love. &lt;/span&gt;I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back home and started playing some of my favourite songs. One of which was a japanese song which had a story crafted out as lyrics. Gazette - Zakurogata no Yuutsu. It was about how this girl was dying, but she expressed her desire to be with her lover strongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「活きたいよ、死にたくれない。　思うたび　涙は零れ。&lt;br /&gt;活きたいよ、君のために。　何一つ　してあげれてない。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to live, I don't want to die. Tears overflow when I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to live, for your sake. I can't even do anything for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was singing this, I couldn't believe myself. But I almost cried singing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed, though change is never enough. But it's really been quite a drastic change. From the totally hard and unfeeling bastard in Sec 2, to the more receptive person in Sec 3. Somehow, I think I've gotten too soft, but I still think it's better than being unfeeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's my main reflection. It's just too surprising how soft I've become.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, 6 hours of sleep in 3 days has a detrimental effect on my emotional state. Well I believe I didn't whine, but just reflected. It's really been an emotional rollercoaster these few days, and I can't get myself to focus on what I should be focusing on. But hey, time waits for no man. I don't have time to waste brooding and wallowing in self-pity. Tonight, I have to get back on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dreamz FM - Should I Stay?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard holding you&lt;br /&gt;Loving you, losing you&lt;br /&gt;It’s sad to be true&lt;br /&gt;And be fooled by you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know&lt;br /&gt;Should I stay or should I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long post, but sorry guys. I couldn't help it this time. I don't usually air my thoughts and reflections like this, but something's gotten into me. At least I believe I'm not whining, I'm not being angsty and emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't need to know about this, so I won't be telling you anything until one day you have the time to come online and stumble across this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just being emotional now. Well, no one said both kinds of love were simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-3720398728894148236?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/3720398728894148236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/3720398728894148236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/10/sip-of-coffee.html' title='Wake Up.'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-1624910273586186010</id><published>2006-10-07T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T06:36:09.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>Good Eating Habits by Nicholas Ngo</title><content type='html'>Good eating habit #349598276:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat a combination of tom yum noodles and coffee at 12 AM. &lt;br /&gt;East and West don't mix all the time.&lt;br /&gt;You'll farmer (refer to previous post) die of diarrohea and lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Think, Curry + Chinchao.&lt;br /&gt;Same effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so much. Stay tuned for eating habit #8476901:&lt;br /&gt;don't mix ketchup with japanese rice.&lt;br /&gt;Again, east and west don't mix all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you, things aren't always what they seem to be. &lt;br /&gt;So I ask of you to not assume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-1624910273586186010?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/1624910273586186010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/1624910273586186010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-eating-habits-by-nicholas-ngo.html' title='Good Eating Habits by Nicholas Ngo'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-3486462783293739735</id><published>2006-10-05T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T20:26:27.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>A Step Towards Sophistication</title><content type='html'>During physics class today, Alex and I decided not to listen to joanna ong (as usual) and embarked on this wonderful adventure to come up with substitute words for the normal everyday vulgarities despite constant "shh"-ing and "shut up"-ing from the people around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least  vulgarities which are normal for people like me. All those not so serious one we didn't bother. To heck with bitch, bastard, asshole, bloody, blah blah blah. So I've compiled a list of the number of vulgarity substitutions we have either come up with or we just know of. English, hokkien, canto. Whatever. But hey, It's kinda interesting and maybe I can finally curb that tongue of mine. Serious. Well, If any of you know of anymore tell me quick, I wanna add it on to the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPARENTLY, Tables are somehow screwed on my blog so I gotta write this in plain text. Those of you who are HTML-ignorant, this doesn't apply to you so don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Vulgarity -&gt; Starting Sound -&gt; Substituted Ending -&gt; Resultant Word&lt;br /&gt;H - Hokkien, C - Cantonese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck -&gt; Faa..  -&gt; MER -&gt; Farmer&lt;br /&gt;Pussy -&gt; Puu.. -&gt; DING -&gt; Pudding&lt;br /&gt;Dick -&gt; Dii.. -&gt; NER -&gt; Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Tiu (C) -&gt; Tiuu.. -&gt;TION -&gt; Tuition&lt;br /&gt;Kanina (H) -&gt; Kann.. -&gt; GAROO -&gt; Kangaroo&lt;br /&gt;Lan Jiao (H) -&gt; Lan.. -&gt; CH -&gt; Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Cheebye (H) -&gt; Chee.. -&gt; KEN -&gt; Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Nin Nao Hia (H) -&gt; Ninn.. -&gt; JA -&gt; Ninja&lt;br /&gt;Na Beh (H) -&gt; Naa.. -&gt; GET -&gt; Nugget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophisticated, yes? Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-3486462783293739735?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/3486462783293739735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/3486462783293739735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/10/step-towards-sophistication_261.html' title='A Step Towards Sophistication'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-8024627380836613201</id><published>2006-10-02T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T18:28:20.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>Talk about padding.</title><content type='html'>So as everyone is 4E knows, cheryl made a fool out of herself just before bio class today. The conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cheryl: ALEX!! YOU GOT PAD?!!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Class: .......................&lt;br /&gt;Alex: What?&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: Oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;Class: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: CHERYL! Why you shout so loud! You need is it?&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: *whispers* yah.&lt;br /&gt;Class: ........................&lt;br /&gt;Class: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Eh cheryl come here, I give you.&lt;br /&gt;*Rachel takes out pad, fumbles it, exposes it to the class. Cheryl nabs it quickly*&lt;br /&gt;Class: ........................&lt;br /&gt;Class: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLAM! Malvin Chan enters the room. And the pad is left isolated on top of ALEX's BLACK crumpler. And then cheryl quickly takes it and stuffs it into alex's bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Remind me to blog about this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay perhaps it's not that funny as a recount. But Cheryl, sometimes you crack all of us up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-8024627380836613201?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8024627380836613201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8024627380836613201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/10/talk-about-padding.html' title='Talk about padding.'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-5656136288958809501</id><published>2006-09-30T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:27:16.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>PPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    Scientists have recently made a  disturbing viral discovery. The concerned contagious virus termed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PPS&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post-Prelim Syndrome&lt;/span&gt;, has a tendency of attacking teens aged 16. It is a highly dangerous airborne virus which everyone should take precautions against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of date, a vast number of secondary four students have been affected by this disease, all of which have recently completed their preliminary examinations. Many parents have already voiced their concern, asking if this disease is fatal and if their children are capable of recovering before their GCE 'O' Level Examinations which will take place this November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob, whose name has been changed on his request, is a victim of the airborne disease. Bob, along with many others, was comtaminated by the virus when it circulated within Fairfield Methodist Secondary School's Chen Su Lan Hall. He is currently suffering from stage 2 of this disease. His symptoms include late nights on the computer, excessive text messaging and calls on the phone, long hours of playing the guitar as well as being intoxicated by the lethal drugs, Playstation 2 and Resident Evil 4. When urged to see a doctor, Bob viciously replied: "I have no intention of even trying to recover for a while. Now I'm contagious and loving it, bite me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stages of this syndrome include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stage 1 - Frequent outings with fellow victims.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stage 2 - Shows signs of utter disregard for studies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stage 3 - Displays rebellious behaviour and suffers from depression.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    Teens aged 16 are asked to take precautions against the Post-Prelim Syndrome by turning to educational books and mixing around with excessively hardworking people commonly termed as "nerds". Otherwise, symptoms that surface might prove lethal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Board of Nonsense and Nonsensical Medical Reasoning CEO,&lt;br /&gt;Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-5656136288958809501?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/5656136288958809501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/5656136288958809501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/09/pps.html' title='PPS'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-8670677309653197453</id><published>2006-09-28T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T18:25:45.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>restraint</title><content type='html'>And if you guys need to hear a reason about me not updating, it's because I'd rather not update if I'm going to sound angsty and emo. So in short, Prelim results + lots more. Go figure the rest out yourself. There shall be no loser-ish whining here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make my stand: I will never turn back to who I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「もう見えないあんたの輝かしい未来」&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-8670677309653197453?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8670677309653197453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8670677309653197453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/09/restraint.html' title='restraint'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-5608310775656618276</id><published>2006-09-23T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T19:07:11.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>Ageing Population? Fret Not.</title><content type='html'>Singapore no longer needs to worry about her ageing population anymore! Why, cos they got what they wanted: more babies! See &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Straits Times H3&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently, more teens are keeping babies. Can you imagine, your mom is only like 15-20 years older than you! Soon people will have kids at 12 and BANG! The communication problem is solved!That also means you have a higher chance being a great-great-grandparent. Heck some parents at 50 are already grandparents! Oh man that's cool shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT. Imagine going up to someone in your class,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Ana, how's your baby?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, she's fine. But she's one hungry bitch."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, judging from the size of those I'm surprised she doesn't starve."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years down the road I'd like to see 12 year old's trying to feed their kid only to find out that the kid's grandmother has to do it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, point being I'm not supporting this shit man, can't you wait till you've got income? It's just wrong. Insert christian values here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope pope benedick won't guai lan the muslims again, if not we're all pretty screwed. Both catholic and protestant christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Phrase of the day: GAY XUAN XUAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-5608310775656618276?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/5608310775656618276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/5608310775656618276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/09/ageing-population-fret-not.html' title='Ageing Population? Fret Not.'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34238029.post-8200171857886502089</id><published>2006-09-22T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T23:26:56.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Ending.</title><content type='html'>Alright, I apologise for being late okay? I just got back and am super tired. YES, JUST.Maybe I'll talk about that tomorrow. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for my old blog. I would have used the same URL if not for my embarassing archives, so yes they still exist and all you stupid smart people can break in if you know how to, though all the layout pictures won't be there because I've long deleted all my layout pictures from my image host, so all you're gonna see is like a lot of crosses where the pictures used to be. BUT ANYWAY I'm hoping that none of you are stupid smart people because hell my old blog is embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that's it for the ending, now's a BEGINNING for n-square.blogspot.com. Thank god. AND, prelims are FINALLY OVER! Well, sort of. Excluding the 3 hours of mcq next week. So it's like 40X3=120 questions of mcq. Actually that seems like quite a lot of As Bs Cs and Ds huh. Oh well. BUT ANYWAY i declare that prelims are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER! YOU HEAR ME? OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layout, nice right? Of course. Well it's pretty much different from my past layouts, but pretty much the same too. Whatever, but I still think it's my best work so far and on top of that I haven't touched HTML and photoshop for God knows how long. Compare layouts in the layout archive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, I hope that this blog won't go dead like the last one did, and also that all of you will tag more often plus I wanna have truckloads of links in 5 DAYS got that. Thanks all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a long post huh. Well, that being said, I'm off to bed. My body feels like lead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34238029-8200171857886502089?l=n-square.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8200171857886502089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34238029/posts/default/8200171857886502089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-square.blogspot.com/2006/09/ending.html' title='Ending.'/><author><name>culminate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
