<?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-5211835</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:16:54.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BJC-2000SP</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyralabs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211835/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyralabs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695650229715669202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211835.post-92344403</id><published>2003-04-09T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T23:34:42.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o.O yay. kays. added links!&lt;br /&gt;heee. i think they look so messy and squisheed up. :)&lt;br /&gt;yeaaah. give ppl eyesight problem.&lt;br /&gt;hM. ach. bEl talking bout hw now.&lt;br /&gt;ergh. havent touched it.&lt;br /&gt;tryin my best to ignore it until the last possible moment.&lt;br /&gt;-prayin zan hasnt touched it either- &lt;br /&gt;hUm. but i think she's gonna come back ter sch and surprise me by saying she did it.&lt;br /&gt;ergh.&lt;br /&gt;then she's gonna send me into panic. uck.&lt;br /&gt;ooo.. i wanna go out and plaaayyy...&lt;br /&gt;play catching. heeee. &lt;br /&gt;cHing is mad. totally mad. dunno WHERE she get her mad genes from.&lt;br /&gt;ergh.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. oh well. sch gonna reopen liao.&lt;br /&gt;this sunday mus try ter play more.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;:) yeahyeah... &lt;br /&gt;hUm. hopefully they dun postpone syf liaosss..&lt;br /&gt;sian aready dun feel like practicing liaoo..&lt;br /&gt;later cannot get gold then die&lt;br /&gt;then sec4 i go join library and abandon band.&lt;br /&gt;eee. sian aready. dunwanna blog liao.&lt;br /&gt;feel like letting this place on the net fall into ruins&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. =X lalala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5211835-92344403?l=pyralabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211835/posts/default/92344403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211835/posts/default/92344403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyralabs.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92344403' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695650229715669202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5211835.post-92143522</id><published>2003-04-07T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T05:02:54.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo... another week of slacking ard. curse or blessing? ergh.&lt;br /&gt;heee... everyone below the age the 25 shld play hide and seek at least once every two mths.&lt;br /&gt;very good destresser. hahahaahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;sunday played at one fullerton.. =X&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. damn fun larhs.. but ended up getting scolded cuz we ran into the club entrance..&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. oh well. screwed up club anyway.&lt;br /&gt;bloody guard having identity crisis..&lt;br /&gt;IT was either a butchy female or a gay guy.&lt;br /&gt;but i really think it was a female cuz i dun think guys can get so bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;hehs. lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;o.O the carpark stinks of fertilizer man.&lt;br /&gt;and it's friggin hot too. ergh.&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaah. hahaahaha. ok. today... went down to orchard secretly.&lt;br /&gt;not much ppl there anyway... hehs.&lt;br /&gt;well. heee... went with two of my best frenz..&lt;br /&gt;:) damn funny.. hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;lalalala. well. maybe. next assembly,&lt;br /&gt;our class shld all look up at the ceiling one by one.. down the row until everyone's looking up.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. then somebody shld point randomnly at the ceiling..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i bet within fifteen minutes we'll have the sec3 cohort and the sec4 cohort pointing and staring at the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha. but.. cannot do it with public speakers ard.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i always feel damn sad for the public speakers that come to our sch.&lt;br /&gt;well... ppl normally dun listen to them.. dunno what theyre still there for...&lt;br /&gt;hai.. quite sad really.. yu spend an eternity preparing a presentation &lt;br /&gt;and nobody gives a hoot what yor talking abt. haii.&lt;br /&gt;o.O oh links.&lt;br /&gt;hahaahha. i dunno how to link to anything at all. therefore.&lt;br /&gt;id link if i could but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;and im not gonna ask jean to do links. ergh.&lt;br /&gt;so shall leave this non-linkable.&lt;br /&gt;hahaahhahaa.&lt;br /&gt;yarp. kays. going now. yeah. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5211835-92143522?l=pyralabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211835/posts/default/92143522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211835/posts/default/92143522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyralabs.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92143522' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695650229715669202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5211835.post-91971840</id><published>2003-04-04T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T01:02:36.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heee. samZ is in dah house. heee.&lt;br /&gt;ok. xian's line. -ssh- shall not repeat it.&lt;br /&gt;i think that i am just gonna blabber some nonsense here..&lt;br /&gt;cuz im quite elated tt im getting somewhere with my amaths..&lt;br /&gt;of course. with. help. like. alot of help. like. alot alot of help.&lt;br /&gt;ok. nvm. :)&lt;br /&gt;heeeheee... lalala. &lt;br /&gt;well. well. well. bloggy blog blogs. &lt;br /&gt;blog. whyr they called blogs?&lt;br /&gt;yes. lalala. and right now im reconnecting. yes. -annoyance-&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall be quite grateful to be able to complete my maths by today.&lt;br /&gt;yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;humdumdeedumdum.&lt;br /&gt;o.O i hope sch reopening get postponed...&lt;br /&gt;but samz dusnt think tt is possible.&lt;br /&gt;nohow. noway. mMm. oh well. wat can i say.&lt;br /&gt;lalalalas. heee.&lt;br /&gt;clever jean and bels. &lt;br /&gt;so so so clever. heeee.. -ssh-&lt;br /&gt;see. it's all crap. ergh. ah wells. &lt;br /&gt;o.O heeee. lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;oh dear. i think im quite outta my mind aready. ahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok. but i am glad that my newly set goal of finishing amaths in an afternoon seems attainable.&lt;br /&gt;heeee... &lt;br /&gt;eeee.. all dah formulas and dah equations and dah expressions starting to drive me mad.&lt;br /&gt;oOOOoo... lalalaa.. heee...&lt;br /&gt;yay. last 2 ques of lesson ONE. whoo~ heeee&lt;br /&gt;maths is eviillll...&lt;br /&gt;heeee...&lt;br /&gt;yeaaah man.. lalalas..&lt;br /&gt;today i was in the lift. hee.&lt;br /&gt;my sister, being the funnily intelligent person she is,&lt;br /&gt;decided to play resident evil 2,&lt;br /&gt;altho i warned her against not reading the guidebook first.&lt;br /&gt;heee. the level of frustration she got to was amusing...&lt;br /&gt;heee.. ok. tts evil.&lt;br /&gt;but, hahahaha. how does this link to being in the lift?&lt;br /&gt;errr... hahaha. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;yup. i was in the lift. and then. i heard the lift brakes screech. ergh.&lt;br /&gt;nearly died of fright. and the stupid wall outside the lift is like black,&lt;br /&gt;so i couldnt tell if the lift was still moving. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;when the door opened i ran out.&lt;br /&gt;and in case yor still wondering...&lt;br /&gt;the lift was still moving. yes.&lt;br /&gt;yes. and the thunder is making alot of noise outside. yes.&lt;br /&gt;and the pitter patter of the rain reminds me of some funny book i read a decade ago.&lt;br /&gt;cuz it kept going pitter patter pitter patter.&lt;br /&gt;heee. yes.&lt;br /&gt;and it looks really dreary outside. &lt;br /&gt;yes. it looks all gray and khaki-ish. yes.&lt;br /&gt;and im dying to go watch cartoons in the hall and slack my life away..&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately.. tt is not on my schedule which has been terribly upset. yes. &lt;br /&gt;therefore. i shall face this glaring screen for another stretch of wat seems to be eternity.&lt;br /&gt;yes. &lt;br /&gt;this is evil. i am starting to get annoyed by my tutor. &lt;br /&gt;argh. this is not in my interests.. and bad for everyone's health. hUmdeedUm...&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i find politics quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;as in. it's so fascinating to see how ppl form alliances to guard against this and that..&lt;br /&gt;etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;and yet.. in a roundabout way.. cause this and that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;am i making sense? no. yes. maybe you'll get a better idea if yu check out&lt;br /&gt;alliances made before ww1. yes. between germany, france, russia, austria-hungary.. etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;yes. in case you're wondering.. britain dint make any alliances until the late 19th century.&lt;br /&gt;cuz she suddenly realised that by not making any alliances, &lt;br /&gt;she was losing the political support and respect of the european powers. yes.&lt;br /&gt;so. she decided tt she needed to make alliances. yes. &lt;br /&gt;yu realise that all this is going nowhere? yes.&lt;br /&gt;um. yes. so. i suppose tt i shall end of here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5211835-91971840?l=pyralabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211835/posts/default/91971840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211835/posts/default/91971840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyralabs.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91971840' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695650229715669202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5211835.post-91845389</id><published>2003-04-02T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T06:51:51.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. i am updating this becuz some are so bored with life.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;dragon and xiuming deserve to die becuz theyre talking abt wc3 like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;yes. well. &lt;br /&gt;my mum just made some noise abt same colored books of equal height on a shelf.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;i think she's quite bored.&lt;br /&gt;i probably shld start on my work.&lt;br /&gt;but. &lt;br /&gt;apparently, everytime i attempt to do my work,&lt;br /&gt;i end up getting demoralized greatly.&lt;br /&gt;so i have decided to leave it be.&lt;br /&gt;yes. and hopefully. yes hopefully,&lt;br /&gt;moe will decide to postpone the opening of sch.&lt;br /&gt;yes. becuz. i dun think anybody's ready for sch.&lt;br /&gt;i think. hm.&lt;br /&gt;yup. hahahaha. lalalala. &lt;br /&gt;mMm. my mum's hinting at me to quit using the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;and it's not quite working. hm.&lt;br /&gt;yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;i decided to start on a new voyage of learning.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha. yeah man. :)&lt;br /&gt;i shall learn the intricacies of how networks are created.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;becuz i find hackers so fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;intelligent creatures. darnit. i wish i cld be one. &lt;br /&gt;-ssh- &lt;br /&gt;mM. my mum's asking me how i'd like ter die.&lt;br /&gt;-diaoozz- hahah, oh well. :)&lt;br /&gt;yeah. lalalala. o.O jus watched so close today.&lt;br /&gt;damn sad/cool show. hahaha. and it's in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;hahaaha. yeah. &lt;br /&gt;ok. I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY. i am going to just post and publish it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5211835-91845389?l=pyralabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211835/posts/default/91845389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211835/posts/default/91845389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyralabs.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91845389' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695650229715669202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5211835.post-91811334</id><published>2003-04-01T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T18:14:47.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[suicidal]&lt;br /&gt;o.O hum. sleeping on yor problems does help.&lt;br /&gt;damn the stupid encarta. i can't believe they gave me 21/90 when i could have gotten 30/90.&lt;br /&gt;this is ridiculous. can you believe it. i wrote 'the sordid little house on stilts' and they marked me wrong...&lt;br /&gt;cuz the accurate answer was 'the sordid little house on stilts'. AHHHH. &lt;br /&gt;and i got 'bee hives' wrong cuz the accurate ans was 'beehives'. watever man.&lt;br /&gt;and maths is evil. downright evil. &lt;br /&gt;it should be done away with. damn.&lt;br /&gt;evil maths. evil evil maths. &lt;br /&gt;heehee... my fav poem...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was shining on the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Shining with all his might:&lt;br /&gt;He did his very best to make&lt;br /&gt;The billows smooth and bright--&lt;br /&gt;And this was odd, because it was &lt;br /&gt;The middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon was shining sulkily,&lt;br /&gt;Because she thought the sun&lt;br /&gt;Had got no business to be there&lt;br /&gt;After the day was done--&lt;br /&gt;"It's very rude of him,"she said,&lt;br /&gt;"To come and spoil the fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea was wet as wet could be&lt;br /&gt;The sands were dry as dry.&lt;br /&gt;You could not see a cloud, because&lt;br /&gt;No cloud was in the sky:&lt;br /&gt;No birds were flying overhead--&lt;br /&gt;There were no birds to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Walrus and the Carpenter&lt;br /&gt;Were walking close at hand;&lt;br /&gt;They wept like anything to see&lt;br /&gt;Such quantities of sand:&lt;br /&gt;"If this were only cleared away,"&lt;br /&gt;They said, "it would be grand!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If seven maids with seven mops &lt;br /&gt;Swept it for half a year,&lt;br /&gt;Do you suppose," the Walrus said,&lt;br /&gt;"That they could get it clear?"&lt;br /&gt;"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,&lt;br /&gt;And shed a bitter tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Oysters, come and walk with us'!"&lt;br /&gt;The Walrus did beseech.&lt;br /&gt;"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, &lt;br /&gt;Along the briny beach:&lt;br /&gt;We cannot do with more than four,&lt;br /&gt;To give a hand to each."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eldest Oyster looked at him. &lt;br /&gt;But never a word he said:&lt;br /&gt;The eldest Oyster winked his eye,&lt;br /&gt;And shook his heavy head--&lt;br /&gt;Meaning to say he did not choose&lt;br /&gt;To leave the oyster-bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fou young oysters hurried up, &lt;br /&gt;All eager for the treat:&lt;br /&gt;Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,&lt;br /&gt;Their shoes were clean and neat,&lt;br /&gt;And this was odd, because, you know, &lt;br /&gt;They hadn't any feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four other Oysters followed them,&lt;br /&gt;And yet another four;&lt;br /&gt;And thick and fast they came at last,&lt;br /&gt;And more, and more, and more--&lt;br /&gt;All hopping through the frothy waves,&lt;br /&gt;And scrambling to the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Walrus and the Carpenter&lt;br /&gt;Walked on a mile or so,&lt;br /&gt;And then they rested on a rock&lt;br /&gt;Conveniently low:&lt;br /&gt;And all the little Oysters stood &lt;br /&gt;And waited in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The time has come," the Walrus said,&lt;br /&gt;"To talk of many things:&lt;br /&gt;Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing-wax --&lt;br /&gt;Of cabbages-- and kings--&lt;br /&gt;And why the sea is boiling hot--&lt;br /&gt;And whether pigs have wings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,&lt;br /&gt;"Before we have our chat;&lt;br /&gt;For some of us are out of breath,&lt;br /&gt;And all of us are fat!"&lt;br /&gt;"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.&lt;br /&gt;They thanked him much for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said, Is what we cheifly need:&lt;br /&gt;Pepper and winegar besides&lt;br /&gt;Are very good indeed--&lt;br /&gt;Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,&lt;br /&gt;We can begin to feed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,&lt;br /&gt;Turning a little blue.&lt;br /&gt;"After such kindness, that would be &lt;br /&gt;A dismal thing to do!":&lt;br /&gt;"The night is fine," the Walrus said.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you admire the view?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was so kind of you to come!&lt;br /&gt;And you are very nice!"&lt;br /&gt;The Carpenter said nothing but&lt;br /&gt;"Cut us another slice:&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were not quite so deaf--&lt;br /&gt;I've had to ask you twice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,&lt;br /&gt;"To play them such a trick,&lt;br /&gt;After we've brought them out so far,&lt;br /&gt;And made them trot so quick!"&lt;br /&gt;The Carpenter said nothing but&lt;br /&gt;"The butter's spread too thick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I weep for you,"the Walrus said,&lt;br /&gt;"I deeply sympathize."&lt;br /&gt;With sobs and tears, he sorted out&lt;br /&gt;Those of the largest size,&lt;br /&gt;Holding his pocket-handkerchief&lt;br /&gt;Before his streaming eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Oysters," said the Carpenter.&lt;br /&gt;"You've had a pleasant run!&lt;br /&gt;Shall we be trotting home again?"&lt;br /&gt;But answer came ther none--&lt;br /&gt;And this was scarcely odd, because&lt;br /&gt;They'd eaten every one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Through the Looking Glass]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5211835-91811334?l=pyralabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211835/posts/default/91811334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211835/posts/default/91811334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyralabs.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91811334' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695650229715669202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5211835.post-91650249</id><published>2003-03-30T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T07:16:32.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalalala. sam is quite. dead.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. dead. -dead- totally -dead-. ahh.&lt;br /&gt;-silent screams- oh well.&lt;br /&gt;look at the irony of that. &lt;br /&gt;how do yu scream silently? ha. i know. &lt;br /&gt;yu open yor mouth but no sound comes out.&lt;br /&gt;does that count as a scream?&lt;br /&gt;ha. anyways. finally. finally. after 12 hrs. i have completed the first disc of my game!&lt;br /&gt;ah. ah. feeling quite happy. so it's one disc down and 3 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;if i dunt finish it this week im never gonna finish this game.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately. haish.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. hahaha. jean made up her funeral guestlist.&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna have a funeral guestlist. &lt;br /&gt;no point having anybody standing there in front of yer coffin sayin nice stuff abt yu if yu cant hear it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;so. the only ppl at my funeral are gonna be the coffin bearers and my immediate family. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;haha. yup.&lt;br /&gt;and the funeral will be like this : the coffin gets brought in. the ppl observe a 5mins silence for fun. the coffin gets brought to the crematorium.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully yu cant feel it when they burn yu.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. anyways. i want my ashes divided into 7 parts.&lt;br /&gt;each part will be scattered by a different person on a different continent.&lt;br /&gt;yup. hahahaha. i thought of sth else for that person to do but... we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.. :)&lt;br /&gt;lala. in case yer wondering why im talking abt my funeral.. well.. there are some reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. im quite bored.&lt;br /&gt;2. im feeling quite morbid.&lt;br /&gt;3. yu only get one funeral (i hope)&lt;br /&gt;yup. so. thats why. anyways im done with it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;lalala. yay. my printer works. im happy.&lt;br /&gt;yu realize. this entry is entirely about me.&lt;br /&gt;but i am feeling self centered tonite. therefore.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i am done here. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5211835-91650249?l=pyralabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211835/posts/default/91650249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211835/posts/default/91650249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyralabs.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91650249' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695650229715669202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5211835.post-91580075</id><published>2003-03-28T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T18:11:25.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. saturday now. 3rd day of 'quarantine'.&lt;br /&gt;ach. if it wasn't for playstation and homework i think i'd be screaming with frustration now. &lt;br /&gt;arrrgh. why is the stupid game soooo long..&lt;br /&gt;argh. i think it's longer than final fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of that. damn squaresoft.&lt;br /&gt;why did the stupid ppl make ff10 compatible only with ps2?&lt;br /&gt;not to mention ff11 and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid ppl. bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;okay. im crapping. quite bored now yu see. &lt;br /&gt;alrite. im outta here. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5211835-91580075?l=pyralabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211835/posts/default/91580075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211835/posts/default/91580075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyralabs.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91580075' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695650229715669202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5211835.post-91525358</id><published>2003-03-27T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T20:40:19.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lala. haha. lala. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;watever man. can't think of anything to say.. ach.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. ow. i am in terrible pain now. ow.&lt;br /&gt;stupid body. &lt;br /&gt;i think, the first thing anyone considering going into genetic engineering shld do,&lt;br /&gt;is to insert a gene that allows the body to automatically produce painkillers of its own,&lt;br /&gt;whenever the body suffers a hurt.&lt;br /&gt;becuz pain, is sth every human shld never have to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;ow.&lt;br /&gt;ahh. i have homework. lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;so when am i going to do it?&lt;br /&gt;to do it or not to do it, that is the question. &lt;br /&gt;and that. was bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;arghh!!! dammit.  dilemmas dilemmas.&lt;br /&gt;bleah. &lt;br /&gt;ah. my dog is eyeing my sister's lunch.&lt;br /&gt;permanently hungry, that one. haahhahaa...&lt;br /&gt;-yawn- today's moving really slow..&lt;br /&gt;hopefully itll go slower or sth.. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;argh. the pain is getting worse. damn the pain.&lt;br /&gt;hai. watever. i suspect that i shld get lunch soon.&lt;br /&gt;my stomach is grumbling incessantly. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;ow ow ow. damn the pain. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha. yes. my dog is eyeing my sister's meal.&lt;br /&gt;she has closed in. all ready to snatch it in a split second.&lt;br /&gt;but im assuming she won't. bleah. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i dunno wat crap my friends are talking abt now.&lt;br /&gt;sth bout a joel and michelle.&lt;br /&gt;whoever. watever. =P ha.&lt;br /&gt;ah. damn the pain. im gonna get lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5211835-91525358?l=pyralabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211835/posts/default/91525358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211835/posts/default/91525358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyralabs.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91525358' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695650229715669202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5211835.post-91484214</id><published>2003-03-27T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T07:58:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[lalaland year 3002]&lt;br /&gt;shalalala... so sian. hahaha. congrats man. ive got a blog! woohoo. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;sam is quite blur on how to do this stuff. ha&lt;br /&gt;er. ha. so wat to say. er. ha.&lt;br /&gt;er. oh yeah. school's out. &lt;br /&gt;soo.. haha.. got a brief break from getting up at 5.15am daily and forcing myself to go to sch.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. yeah. &lt;br /&gt;:) cut my hair a while ago. &lt;br /&gt;haha. dunno if it was the right thing to do but...&lt;br /&gt;it's CUT! ha. so. theres nothing yu can do abt it.&lt;br /&gt;ha. lalala. hm. shall i go concert this wkend?&lt;br /&gt;scary sia the sars thing. hai.&lt;br /&gt;see larhs. lousy C. stupid ppl kept everything hushed up.&lt;br /&gt;now see how big the thing is now.&lt;br /&gt;s.e.s.s.a&lt;br /&gt;argh. oh well. hai. &lt;br /&gt;wahahaha. so. how do i use this thing?&lt;br /&gt;dont have a guestbk or anything. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;-amused at my lack of comp skills-&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. life's like that yah.&lt;br /&gt;hm. national loyalty. i dunno. &lt;br /&gt;are singaporeans really all uncaring abt singapore..&lt;br /&gt;or are they like just ppl who think it's uncool to appear to care abt singapore..&lt;br /&gt;but actually they really give a damn abt this hot and humid and uncomfortable country?&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. yeah sure the climate sucks..&lt;br /&gt;and the resources are basically nil..&lt;br /&gt;haha. but i dunno. i suppose. the govt's good. at least they seem ter be efficient.. &lt;br /&gt;(though i think most students have a problem with *ahem*)&lt;br /&gt;but still. yup. so... i dunno. i think if it really came down to war and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't abandon the country jus like that..&lt;br /&gt;i mean like.. yeah.. how can anyone jus up and go like that.&lt;br /&gt;home is home wat.. even if it's not perfect.. but still..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;sam's quite suffocated by homework now.&lt;br /&gt;but im not touchin any of it. hahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;:) lalalala..okay. i think i shld stop. yeah. g'nite.&lt;br /&gt;[blahblah lalaland year 3002]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5211835-91484214?l=pyralabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211835/posts/default/91484214'/><link rel='self' 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