<?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-10128381</id><updated>2011-10-10T01:32:47.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simplicity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-2715103712854567783</id><published>2009-09-03T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:27:39.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>03/09/2009</title><content type='html'>Archery was great! Really motivated to go gym more often in school and work out a sweat.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, studies quite cui.. CZ1102 is really tough and the lecturer isn't much help.. C++ is like a foreign language to me and i'm just beginning to grasp some of its commands! And gcc is a really idiotic tool! It's like 90% of the time there's some error like an extra comma here, a bracket missing there and it shows you a bunch of errors and it's like not helping AT ALL.. Our tutor teaches for 30 min and the rest of the 2 hours period he just lets us OTOT while other tutors take up more than 2 hours to finish the tutorial and still hasn't finished covering everything.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should seriously turn on mugging mode, long gone are the days when there are CAs, tests, prelims before the final deciding factor, now everything counts, classroom participation, attendance, assignments, every nitty gritty detail can be considered a % of the total score.. Already got shortchanged in GEM2507 tutorial cos i didn't speak up, so next time must be more GARANG and pester the tutor not to the point of annoyance but to really participate and generate ideas. Next semester i'm sticking to core modules! I realise i can do maths the whole day even if i get stuck at some place instead of 30 mins on reading and analyzing case studies.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim for the sky! Or you'll never know how wide and free the sky can be, and even if you do fall, you'll end up amonst the clouds :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-2715103712854567783?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/2715103712854567783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=2715103712854567783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/2715103712854567783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/2715103712854567783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#2715103712854567783' title='03/09/2009'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-7139115435822746240</id><published>2009-09-02T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:32:49.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>02/09/09</title><content type='html'>Happy Teachers' Day! Haha.. I'm sorry to say that i haven been going back to visit my teachers.. However, i do believe that keeping in touch and going out once in a while is more important that really going back on teachers' day itself. The gesture of taking the day off to go back is really nice but more often than not, teachers don't remember me as i'm not the most naughty in class nor the brightest. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archery was great! Serving came loose right at the start when i was plucking my bow to set my limbs.. Luckily Sing Kiat was around to help me redo the serving.. Ive seen him doing it but i'm not sure if i can rmb the steps.. Plus making a new nocking point to replace the old one which comprised of a bunch of lose serving stuffed together to make a temporary nocking point which actually turned hard after some time..&lt;br /&gt;After some hard time under the poor lighting, DA GONG GAO CHEN! Can go shoot some arrows le.. But on my very first end, the bottom half of the nocking point came off.. ARgh! But luckily the top part stayed intact so i just carried on shooting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But another problem cropped up - my too short arrows(suspect Mr T sold me second-&lt;br /&gt;hand arrows that were already cut) so went back to the lounge to get "new" arrows! Actually they belonged to some senior who donated to the club after they left.. The arrows proved to be a great help and i was finally anchoring much better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made lots of improvement today and learnt how to make serving! (Hopefully i remember), Can't wait for next training to start :) But first of all, handball competition starts tmr! Gonna be a busy week ahead..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-7139115435822746240?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/7139115435822746240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=7139115435822746240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/7139115435822746240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/7139115435822746240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#7139115435822746240' title='02/09/09'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-3823699288916012477</id><published>2009-08-30T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:32:23.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Saturdays!</title><content type='html'>Had early training this morning! But getting out of house was a huge problem! haha.. First decided to leave at 8 so i can reach early and start early, but ended up lazying around, watched abit of Yankees vs white Socks till i finally managed to drag myself out of house at 9am.. And to add to my already horrible mood, the stupid bus 93 took forever to come! Luckily the journey was quite smooth and by the time i reached school, i was fully awake and ready for training! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the weather was unforgiving and i was already sweating even before i started stretching. Haha. Really don't feel like talking about lazy days! Especially when i'm trying to watch a match and blog at the same time -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool 3 - Bolton 2 !!! How will man u and arsenal turn out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-3823699288916012477?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/3823699288916012477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=3823699288916012477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/3823699288916012477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/3823699288916012477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#3823699288916012477' title='Lazy Saturdays!'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-8156264947422697948</id><published>2009-08-23T09:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:36:36.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jia Yuan's Pageant</title><content type='html'>Venue: Club Attica&lt;br /&gt;People: Lionel, Jackie, Zishuo&lt;br /&gt;Contestant M5: Jia Yuan&lt;br /&gt;Time:1830 till late.&lt;br /&gt;Entry Fee:$10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we got turned off by the long queue so we went for dinner, had a hard time finding a place to eat too.. &lt;br /&gt;But when we finally made it back to attica, the whole place looked desserted! All the tables and chairs were unoccupied, there wasn't a single patron around. Luckily on further exploring, we were directed to the event which is held on the second floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we came really late and the whole floor was already filled to the brim with supporters and we could only get a spot near the entrance with a side view of the stage. Today's theme for the pageant formal section turned out to be angels and demons as the contestants sauntered out on stage decked in pairs of white and black outfits. As usual, the guys had heavy makeup on and the excessive use of mascara and the highlighter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the couples were invited back on stage one pair at a time for some interaction and a surprise question which they randomly picked. Jia Yuan had a tough time to change the emcee's mind about his fetish of album (art) and the crowd got a good laugh out of it, but his comment on coming out with us frequently for soccer and reminiscing about old times leaves much to be disputed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we had a great night, despite a minor mix up by the emcees which caused quite a bit of distress to the girls on stage, they did an awesome job of roughing up the crowd and to bring out all the energy hiding in all of them. Although it would have been much more fun if the whole bird gang was here(it would be the opposite for jia yuan, he'll have a harder time). And kudos to chun xu who decided to PS-ed at the last minute to do TUTORIALS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-8156264947422697948?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/8156264947422697948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=8156264947422697948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/8156264947422697948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/8156264947422697948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8156264947422697948' title='Jia Yuan&apos;s Pageant'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-2290046396179438303</id><published>2009-08-19T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:33:01.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Archery Trainings!</title><content type='html'>First official training yesterday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out with the rest of the new comers, listening to arron talking about the bow parts and bow setup.. The most dry part of archery, but luckily got excused halfway to go shoot a few ends.. But in the end only managed 3 ends before everyone had to gather for ice breakers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. not much for my very first official training but it's one step ahead to becoming a better archer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-2290046396179438303?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/2290046396179438303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=2290046396179438303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/2290046396179438303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/2290046396179438303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#2290046396179438303' title='Archery Trainings!'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-6093016145799772491</id><published>2009-08-19T09:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:17:41.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Started!</title><content type='html'>Wahhaaha! Like so many zillion years and suddenly i have the impulse to blog today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more than a zillion things to talk about, SOW, Mario! School, archery and so much more.. Haha.. But i think most of the fun will stop here and there'll be more to gripe about in the future instead :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-6093016145799772491?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/6093016145799772491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=6093016145799772491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/6093016145799772491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/6093016145799772491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#6093016145799772491' title='School&apos;s Started!'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-2637268303734282113</id><published>2008-10-02T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:21:32.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pi!</title><content type='html'>Pi, Greek letter, is the symbol for the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter. Pi = 3.1415926535... Pi Day is celebrated by math enthusiasts around the world on March 14th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pi = &lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209 7494459230781640628620899862803482534211706798214808651 3282306647093844609550582231725359408128481117450284102 7019385211055596446229489549303819644288109756659334461 2847564823378678316527120190914564856692346034861045432 6648213393607260249141273724587006606315588174881520920 9628292540917153643678925903600113305305488204665213841 4695194151160943305727036575959195309218611738193261179 3105118548074462379962749567351885752724891227938183011 9491298336733624406566430860213949463952247371907021798 6094370277053921717629317675238467481846766940513200056 8127145263560827785771342757789609173637178721468440901 2249534301465495853710507922796892589235420199561121290 2196086403441815981362977477130996051870721134999999837 2978049951059731732816096318595024459455346908302642522 3082533446850352619311881710100031378387528865875332083 8142061717766914730359825349042875546873115956286388235 3787593751957781857780532171226806613001927876611195909 2164201989380952572010654858632788659361533818279682303 0195203530185296899577362259941389124972177528347913151 5574857242454150695950829533116861727855889075098381754 6374649393192550604009277016711390098488240128583616035 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.piday.org/learn.php"&gt;http://www.piday.org/learn.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-2637268303734282113?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/2637268303734282113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=2637268303734282113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/2637268303734282113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/2637268303734282113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#2637268303734282113' title='Pi!'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-1802259954106206831</id><published>2008-09-27T19:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:36:44.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Photos from Thailand!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SN4f-Tt1MOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LqIqKSbZuOA/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SN4f-Tt1MOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LqIqKSbZuOA/s320/065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250669370865430754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i look at every night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SN4gjGcjjgI/AAAAAAAAACY/cWtVisDHrrw/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SN4gjGcjjgI/AAAAAAAAACY/cWtVisDHrrw/s320/074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250670002958470658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed mosquito net :) &lt;br /&gt;But where are the mozzies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SN4jjpbcw5I/AAAAAAAAACg/73Zz0_IiyJM/s1600-h/166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SN4jjpbcw5I/AAAAAAAAACg/73Zz0_IiyJM/s320/166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250673310883955602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, my boy, is how you fix a blackout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SN4krgFNrrI/AAAAAAAAACo/j8EBkH1Tzus/s1600-h/227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SN4krgFNrrI/AAAAAAAAACo/j8EBkH1Tzus/s320/227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250674545325354674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of end of frame dinner. Full of smiles! &lt;br /&gt;What's next..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SN4mit-6NGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MbKabjrAamM/s1600-h/239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SN4mit-6NGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MbKabjrAamM/s320/239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250676593461441634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hour! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SN4l8lbTzlI/AAAAAAAAACw/vN2ceUg5bFg/s1600-h/235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SN4l8lbTzlI/AAAAAAAAACw/vN2ceUg5bFg/s320/235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250675938329611858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200baht?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SN4n8nSUC4I/AAAAAAAAADA/FaEn03vbpCU/s1600-h/305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SN4n8nSUC4I/AAAAAAAAADA/FaEn03vbpCU/s320/305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250678137852005250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah chua.. and Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-1802259954106206831?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/1802259954106206831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=1802259954106206831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/1802259954106206831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/1802259954106206831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#1802259954106206831' title='More Photos from Thailand!'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SN4f-Tt1MOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LqIqKSbZuOA/s72-c/065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-6386076149783169163</id><published>2008-09-12T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:34:06.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Spore!</title><content type='html'>Home Sweet Home!&lt;br /&gt;It seemed forever during it, but now that we're home it seems to have gone by too soon.. But.. It's time to look foward to ORD!&lt;br /&gt;Thailand trip 说长不长,说短不短..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing back in spore.. DFS(duty free store)!! Lol..&lt;br /&gt;One week of off to relax if not for the guard duty on friday.. it'll be a long break till monday and not sunday! (nearly went back on sunday..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sweating it out in thailand.. it's time to replenish and nourish our bodies.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUISHIN-BO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMlGigEUOKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dSeKRE44eXs/s1600-h/DSCN1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMlGigEUOKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dSeKRE44eXs/s320/DSCN1706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244800799587186850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much.. Just Dig in! Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMlHkmx9-VI/AAAAAAAAAB8/r1CS-f4ss3E/s1600-h/DSCN1707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMlHkmx9-VI/AAAAAAAAAB8/r1CS-f4ss3E/s320/DSCN1707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244801935260645714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMlIXavYHMI/AAAAAAAAACE/EGKUZMkF0mg/s1600-h/DSCN1722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMlIXavYHMI/AAAAAAAAACE/EGKUZMkF0mg/s320/DSCN1722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244802808201878722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-6386076149783169163?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/6386076149783169163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=6386076149783169163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/6386076149783169163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/6386076149783169163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6386076149783169163' title='Back in Spore!'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMlGigEUOKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dSeKRE44eXs/s72-c/DSCN1706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-2157511083451628941</id><published>2008-09-11T13:57:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:10:43.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Exercise</title><content type='html'>Crescendo! [musical notation] refers to a passage of music during which the volume gradually increases..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;210808 2100(Before Boarding)&lt;br /&gt;Before flying! Spirits are high :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMi0wAzfclI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-h3_wlfgA8U/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMi0wAzfclI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-h3_wlfgA8U/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244640503015633490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SECTION 1 + Lu LU! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMi1sTuPksI/AAAAAAAAABE/5quUdjqEXek/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMi1sTuPksI/AAAAAAAAABE/5quUdjqEXek/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244641538886046402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short ride.. SY Camp! Very little store to do and lots of canteen break and sleep! &lt;br /&gt;220809&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMk-VmCDlSI/AAAAAAAAABU/EWKcjwwaD-w/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMk-VmCDlSI/AAAAAAAAABU/EWKcjwwaD-w/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244791781756998946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Day 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;230809&lt;br /&gt;Orientation run.. SAF standard procedure.. and after that - MORE SLEEPING! the whole morning and half e afternoon and stores.. still very little.. Ex Deerhunter briefing -&gt; sounds boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;240809 Deerhunter!&lt;br /&gt;0430 reville on a SUNDAY!!! &lt;br /&gt;Before setting off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMlAb1J3LiI/AAAAAAAAABc/bSOBwKSgOZM/s1600-h/441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMlAb1J3LiI/AAAAAAAAABc/bSOBwKSgOZM/s320/441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244794087918743074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Checkpoint Charlie Papa 4!(Before we Hor Lan-ed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMlBf9sYHzI/AAAAAAAAABk/ta_J7R0kSlM/s1600-h/465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMlBf9sYHzI/AAAAAAAAABk/ta_J7R0kSlM/s320/465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244795258442096434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backtrack.. walk again hor lan, walk like crazy.. But the view was fantastic and sometimes unexpected.. But we all brought back something valuable from it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMlCnIK5D-I/AAAAAAAAABs/thDpqBt0pXM/s1600-h/787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMlCnIK5D-I/AAAAAAAAABs/thDpqBt0pXM/s320/787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244796481025150946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be cont..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-2157511083451628941?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/2157511083451628941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=2157511083451628941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/2157511083451628941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/2157511083451628941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2157511083451628941' title='Final Exercise'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/SMi0wAzfclI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-h3_wlfgA8U/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-9050995019750588932</id><published>2008-08-13T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T18:34:18.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X Japan - Forever Love(Translated)</title><content type='html'>I'll never walk alone again, the winds of time are to strong. &lt;br /&gt;Ah, it's that what you hurts, which you'll have to live with... &lt;br /&gt;Ah, this tight embrace, and this burning, unchanged heart. &lt;br /&gt;In this ever changing time, love will never change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you hold my heart? Stop flowing tears. &lt;br /&gt;Again, all of my heart is broken.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever love, forever dream &lt;br /&gt;Only flowing emotions,bury this intense, &lt;br /&gt;trying, meaningless times. &lt;br /&gt;Oh tell me why ... all I see is blue in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay with me? Wait until after the wind passes,&lt;br /&gt;all my tears are still flowing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever love, forever dream Stay with me like this. &lt;br /&gt;Hold my trembling heart in the dawn. &lt;br /&gt;Oh stay with me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, everything good seems to be ending, &lt;br /&gt;in this unending night.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, what else would you lose if nothing at all matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever love, forever dream, stay with me like this. &lt;br /&gt;Hold my trembling heart in the dawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh will you stay with me... Until the wind passes, &lt;br /&gt;stay with me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever love, forever dream, I'll never walk this path. &lt;br /&gt;Oh tell me why, tell me true, teach me how to live. &lt;br /&gt;Forever love, forever dream, within flowing tears &lt;br /&gt;Bright seasons will forever change again and again .... &lt;br /&gt;forever love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-9050995019750588932?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/9050995019750588932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=9050995019750588932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/9050995019750588932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/9050995019750588932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#9050995019750588932' title='X Japan - Forever Love(Translated)'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-9061052844912055161</id><published>2007-07-09T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T14:08:12.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Careless Whisper</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c3w7Uzo_wvg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c3w7Uzo_wvg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-9061052844912055161?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/9061052844912055161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=9061052844912055161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/9061052844912055161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/9061052844912055161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#9061052844912055161' title='Careless Whisper'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-5631961574759653865</id><published>2007-06-23T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T11:35:05.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/movies/139/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Movies/screens/magichat_thumb.png" width=275 height=200 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-5631961574759653865?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/5631961574759653865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=5631961574759653865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/5631961574759653865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/5631961574759653865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5631961574759653865' title=''/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-348812319796534291</id><published>2007-06-23T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:49:19.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 37 - Cyanide &amp; Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/kcancer0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/kbeer0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/kghost0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/movies/118/" target="_blank"&gt; The Sign(Part 1)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/movies/129/" target="_blank"&gt; The Sign(Part 2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/71/" target="_blank"&gt; Comic 71 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/80/" target="_blank"&gt; Comic 80 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/84/" target="_blank"&gt; Comic 84 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/88/" target="_blank"&gt; Comic 88 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/96/" target="_blank"&gt; Comic 96 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/137/" target="_blank"&gt; Comic 137 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/138/" target="_blank"&gt; Comic 138 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/142/" target="_blank"&gt; Comic 142 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/143/" target="_blank"&gt; Comic 143 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/147/" target="_blank"&gt; Comic 147 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/354/" target="_blank"&gt; Comic 354 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-348812319796534291?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/348812319796534291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=348812319796534291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/348812319796534291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/348812319796534291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#348812319796534291' title='Article 37 - Cyanide &amp; Happiness'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-395283369322188175</id><published>2007-03-22T09:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T09:01:20.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't tak my eyes off you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/FCtHXqaNlXc' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/FCtHXqaNlXc'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ZZAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!! lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-395283369322188175?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/395283369322188175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=395283369322188175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/395283369322188175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/395283369322188175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#395283369322188175' title='Can&amp;#39;t tak my eyes off you'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-1051844764383690329</id><published>2007-03-14T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:07:50.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 35 : Losing You Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Busted - Losing You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;sitting here alone thinking it through trying to convince myself that&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;not losing you,&lt;br /&gt;or can't you just forget the things i said&lt;br /&gt;i was angry at the time but now i cleared my head&lt;br /&gt;it was so strong, where did it all go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]so tell me why, i'm swimming against the tide&lt;br /&gt;and i'm praying for a lifeline, cos i'm&lt;br /&gt;losing you&lt;br /&gt;so tell me why, you took care enough to try&lt;br /&gt;are you giving up this fight, i can't stand,&lt;br /&gt;wont stand, losing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to say a word its in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;what can i do to convince you we need more time&lt;br /&gt;and i know i may have made a few mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but losing you is just too much for me to take&lt;br /&gt;it was so strong, where did it all go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me what to say&lt;br /&gt;because i need, a chance to change&lt;br /&gt;and i wont let you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus x2]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-1051844764383690329?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/1051844764383690329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=1051844764383690329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/1051844764383690329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/1051844764383690329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1051844764383690329' title='Article 35 : Losing You Lyrics'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-8024975570354942680</id><published>2007-03-11T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:56:59.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 34</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/RfNt5LlWKhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m-lrkmaj-0M/s1600-h/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040493237087119890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/RfNt5LlWKhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m-lrkmaj-0M/s320/DSC00463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MARCH HOLIDAYS have started!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sooo reserving this week for my cousins.! Play, play and more play..! haha.. Relive my childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pic we took like 2 years ago during CNY when the four of us could finally come together in our new clothes! to take a "our generation" (direct from chinese) photo in ah ma's house! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year, my parents had to stay home so my bro and i were the dai biao to go around to pai nian. Similiarly, this year we had to dai biao again cos my other ah ma, came over to stay so they had to stay home and host any visitors who come to bai nian since ah ma is the most senior. Just like last year, the four of us went around in my bro's car to bai nian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.. Why am i reminiscing?! This is the first day of my last month before NS!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily vinny will also be going to school 2. But guano will be going school 1 T_T how we keep saying we'll try to go out yet completely forget about it. I've made a promise about something tho and i intend to fufil it! But Euny is right - this is still very LAST MINUTE.. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-8024975570354942680?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/8024975570354942680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=8024975570354942680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/8024975570354942680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/8024975570354942680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8024975570354942680' title='Article 34'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/RfNt5LlWKhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m-lrkmaj-0M/s72-c/DSC00463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-4323182955658112158</id><published>2007-03-09T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:06:55.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 33 : A warning to guitarists?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/crispylow/20070308-3.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"" Guitarists should at all costs avoid washing dishes. The detergent has a softening affect on the all important finger callouses. Too much dish washing will lead to excess finger wear and possible damage!! You have been warned. ""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True/False?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather saddistic to put it to gif form.. Make him scream, scream and scream again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/crispylow/20070308-3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/crispylow/20070308-3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-4323182955658112158?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/4323182955658112158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=4323182955658112158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/4323182955658112158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/4323182955658112158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4323182955658112158' title='Article 33 : A warning to guitarists?'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-4270911925295173626</id><published>2007-03-07T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:56:59.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 32 - Protégé.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/RfORqrlWKjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zqTFDufRnxI/s1600-h/20070308-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040532570397616690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/RfORqrlWKjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zqTFDufRnxI/s320/20070308-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Protégé is nice!&lt;br /&gt;And the ending is really good too!&lt;br /&gt;Definitely one of the best i've watched in quite a while!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't watch naruto on crunchy!! It's been like down for so long already.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;Also check out &lt;a href="http://home.gabbly.com/"&gt;http://home.gabbly.com/&lt;/a&gt;, it's something like an miRc add-on to any site you want just be adding "" &lt;a href="http://gabbly.com/"&gt;http://gabbly.com/&lt;/a&gt; "" in front of the page url. IT's kinda cool to try out but ultimately useless as it can't serve as a tag board as it doesn't keep much history of msgs and it takes so long to load.&lt;br /&gt;And for those who can't stand web messengers anymore, you can try a private version of this thingy at &lt;a href="http://home.gabbly.com/"&gt;http://home.gabbly.com/&lt;/a&gt;. More hassle but it's definitely less lag :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-4270911925295173626?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/4270911925295173626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=4270911925295173626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/4270911925295173626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/4270911925295173626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4270911925295173626' title='Article 32 - Protégé.'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FYlS-uWQOXw/RfORqrlWKjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zqTFDufRnxI/s72-c/20070308-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-111421584647081287</id><published>2005-04-23T07:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T08:24:06.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 31 : .Matters of the heart were never my strength.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Should I go for it?&lt;br /&gt;What if I don't and miss this chance?&lt;br /&gt;If my brain is the only thing that controls my actions, i would have gone for it, no doubt at all. It knows what it means by not knowing if you don't try. But on the other hand, my heart tells me not to make the same mistake ever again. It also knows that the higher I go, the harder i will fall. This is so confusing, frustrating and unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine in school; it had been a great day. Lessons were very smooth-sailing and it’s the last day of the week after all. I thought starting chemistry practical earlier would mean earlier dismissal, but still dragged all the way to 1710. My chemistry tutor may be strict when it comes to work, but he is a very nice person too. And I made the mark in one attempt, something to be proud of in class, as most of the people would take quite a number of corrections before doing so. In fact, all our tutors have been very nice this week, other than Mr Pun. At the end of the day, I felt very energetic, despite sleeping at 130 in the morning. The yellow heart balloon also helped raise my spirits to another level, seeing the hardcore gang again just made my day. The first time in the week I left my dejected self but somehow or other (hence or otherwise) I slipped back into the lows unknowingly. This time, it is worst that even Tuesday. On Tuesday, I couldn't even explain why I felt low, just couldn't do anything right. At least I could still chat and 'lol' online, meaning everything was alright. But yesterday totally sucks. Usually conversations I have would be full of lols, emoticons and crap, but I didn't even say I single ‘lol’ the whole night. What state am I in? Is this a state of denial? I’m running away from my problems, my fears. This is the very opposite of what I advocate. Besides, I'm sick and tired of "what ifs" it’s always what if this and what if that. It all forms a bigger picture, all my fears and problems. I'm afraid of the unknown, the unpredictability of life and the outcome of it all. What comes, we don't know. In fact, I don't want to know, I don't dare to know even when my heart yearns for it. Maybe maths will be the answer to my life, calculate the unpredictability of life, what will come, what wouldn't. If we could just put it under one big equation – the equation of life. The unknown would be revealed, the outcome will be made known to everyone. We can brace ourselves for whatever’s coming for us, instead of not knowing when it'll come. The equation will never work, one, its just some crazy idea of mine, secondly, if the band guys ever lay their hands on it, the outcome would be disastrous. And I would have to make that choice, to erase the equation, my life's work or to give it to the bad guys which I never will. Yet after all this, I have yet to make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The risk,&lt;br /&gt;          I don’t dare to take.&lt;br /&gt;          The opportunity,&lt;br /&gt;          I will miss and regret.&lt;br /&gt;          The regret,&lt;br /&gt;          Will live with me forever.&lt;br /&gt;          This life,&lt;br /&gt;          Will never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;          Never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be a new chapter in my life, like the title of my blog: An ending, a brand new beginning. Everything’s changing, I’m changing too. The only constant in this every-changing world is change. We only have one life, so we have to live it to the fullest. Yet I’m still not satisfied, and this feeling sucks. I’m left dangling in mid air, there’s nothing below me and nothing if I go up. Living in pitch darkness; seeing nothing; feeling nothing. Its just one great big emptiness, not even light exists here. It mustn’t exist or the painful reality of it all will be brought to light. Is there really someone out there for me? Or is this just some guy trying to console and delude himself by saying so? So many questions, yet so little answers. Even if there is, is it the right answer? Nothing is right or wrong in life. Killing may be the right way for gangsters to resolve conflicts, but to us that’s totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most depressing post to date. Sorry for my lousy mood, I’m still trying to choose the best or least painful path. I have to thank Ying Hui for being so concerned about my low-ness and von, for listening to all the crap I had to crap about. And to Sweez, good for you! And remember to cherish your ‘friend’. Please don't be affected by my lousy and crappy mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-111421584647081287?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/111421584647081287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=111421584647081287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111421584647081287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111421584647081287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111421584647081287' title='Article 31 : .Matters of the heart were never my strength.'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-111372823823543098</id><published>2005-04-17T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T18:52:21.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 30 : Stupid PW</title><content type='html'>haiz....&lt;br /&gt;So much homework to do, so little time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, time spent was worth it even though in the wrong way. Didn't do much at all in shuting's house, mostly other people's work and rchn proposal. We wasted alot of time in junction 8, mostly my fault of course. Lesson learnt, don't let cheeky and i get into any shop with naruto in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we did make it to shuting's house, and i immediately got turned off by maths homework. Chee Kiang had loads of homework, so i helped to do a little maths for him. Then we got chee kiang to do the religion test and luckyily he didn't get islam or he'll just end his life immediatly. I tried but didn't manage to do much for the rchn proposal. And at the 20th floor, the rain looks really neat, i mean impressive. Like an impenatratable blanket advancing head on. We could only see a short distance and the rest was blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee Kiang had to leave early to treat his friend to the movies. He headed for the door, tried to open it before he realized he need a key. When he finally got it, fumbling for the right key and even tried to use the letter box key to open the lock. Still couldn't open and we were very bad, got everyone to the door and kept repeating the 'unlocking' action. Chee Kiang was standing there, one big -_-" on his face. We even took photos of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed really quickly, really because we started really late. At 7 plus, we were still mugging, or trying hard to. Joshua was complaining all the way, ying hui, trying hard to persuade us to go pastamania, Eunice waiting for me to finish her maths problem, vinny and sweez not doing much, still at question 2(b) and shuting doing work(i think) and i was busying trying to finish eunice's math problem. Not too easy with everyone pressurizing me to finish as soon as possible and eunice refusing to go until it was finished. Joshua nearly ate my treasured poster after which turned my wallet inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all rushed out for the lift and halfway up the stairs, vinny shorted out something like " crispy, your poster" and i did 180 degrees turn and ran back to shuting's house. What a way to treat my 'treasure'. On our way down, i was playing the harmonica and suddenly all the dogs in the block started barking. Feel so honoured, even dogs like my music or maybe they are just trying to ask me to shut the .... up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached pastamania, joshua totally overwhelmed us with his lameness. Because it was his first time there so i asked him what type of rice he wanted. He didn't even realize the trick and asked for the biggest ones. Then he saw our faces and ya... We emptied all the cheese into one container and asked the waiteress to refill the empty one, so we had like two bottles full of cheese. When our pasta came, we emptied at least half of the cheese so much so that everything tasted cheesy. Somehow, ying hui felt that joshua's baked tasted like sugarcane and joshua felt hers tasted like pineapple. Joshua's lameness... I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we headed to Mac to have the 25c cone. And as usual josh did something lame, trying to take a photo of the over turned cone on his head... haiz...give me a break...just too lame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Protector" src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1112529697__Protector.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a&lt;br /&gt;protector.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you don't like to kill people. That goes&lt;br /&gt;against everything you belive in. It's not that&lt;br /&gt;you are a coward, but your ideals and morals&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't allow it. You are the typical hero, do&lt;br /&gt;the righteous things, get the bad guys and do&lt;br /&gt;it all legally. But just because you don't kill&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean you can't kick ass. And that is&lt;br /&gt;what you do. You use your brain and your&lt;br /&gt;strenght to do honourable deeds and protect&lt;br /&gt;people you know and love. If an evil guy is&lt;br /&gt;going to take over the world soon, it's you who&lt;br /&gt;will get involved. You hate watching innocents&lt;br /&gt;suffer, and love seeing bad people getting what&lt;br /&gt;they deserve. You are probably also happy and&lt;br /&gt;optimistic and work pretty good in groups. And&lt;br /&gt;the friends you usually make are true ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main weapon:&lt;/b&gt; Anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "You only live once, but if&lt;br /&gt;you do it right, once is enough" -Joe&lt;br /&gt;Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facial expression:&lt;/b&gt; Smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything pretty accurate except the part where i'm supposed to be smiling. Anyway, I'm supposed to be doing my PI now. What a bore, especially with cliffven's repeated attempts to try to make his topic with regards to abolishing the whole idea of project work. I don't mind doing that though when the people over at moe will flip when they see my proposal. I have this feeling that this is going to be one of my longest post so far, partially because blogging gives me more time to slack and also because i'm trying to blog and understand what yvonne and yue xin are saying at the same time. OOooo....AXN's showing spiderman again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://members.rogers.com/lim.jennifer/cold2.jpg" src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DieColdHearted/1105904866_sktopcold2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes, people see shards of ice&lt;br /&gt;everywhere... You are cold and distant, pushing&lt;br /&gt;away people that love you and truely care for&lt;br /&gt;you! You want to be able to reach out and love&lt;br /&gt;them but... You can't for some reason... You're&lt;br /&gt;just too.... You :P Underneath that cold&lt;br /&gt;exterior lies a warm, happy soul that wants to&lt;br /&gt;let loose and have fun! Your sanctuary would&lt;br /&gt;probably be anywhere up high where you can look&lt;br /&gt;down on life below you, like the roof of an&lt;br /&gt;apartment building... Your eyes resemble a&lt;br /&gt;saddened, crestfallen person seeking out&lt;br /&gt;attention, but doesn't know how to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;However, you do find comfort from your friends,&lt;br /&gt;they're always there for you, and they know the&lt;br /&gt;REAL you :) Even though you do seem rather&lt;br /&gt;cold, you can be very protective over something&lt;br /&gt;you truely believe in or love. Let go of that&lt;br /&gt;"tough" rep and just be you! It's&lt;br /&gt;impossible to live life without some fun and&lt;br /&gt;love ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DieColdHearted/quizzes/What%20Lies%20Behind%20Your%20Eyes?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What Lies Behind Your Eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8a26e6c)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/strawbrrywishes23/1103919885_tureswater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your Hidden Power Is &lt;b&gt;Water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a rather calm soul, but when tempted&lt;br /&gt;will get pissed off at those who bug you. You&lt;br /&gt;do whatever you can in your powers to help&lt;br /&gt;those of your allies and have a okay taste for&lt;br /&gt;human kind, but you find them rather annoying&lt;br /&gt;on occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gem Stone:&lt;/b&gt; Saphire, &lt;b&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/b&gt;Ice&lt;br /&gt;Blue,&lt;b&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/b&gt;Dark Blue that's long&lt;br /&gt;that goes to your waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt;If you wait for meThen I'll come for you. Although I've travelled&lt;br /&gt;far, I always hold a place for youIn my heart. If you think of me, If you miss me&lt;br /&gt;once in a while, Then I'll return to you. I'll&lt;br /&gt;return and fill that space in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/strawbrrywishes23/quizzes/What%20Is%20Your%20True%20Hidden%20Power?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What Is Your True Hidden Power? .::Beautiful Anime Pics::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="los" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/Nariel-flame/1109606649_sInnocence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Spirit of Innocence. Always with the&lt;br /&gt;sweet smile of a child, you know how to have&lt;br /&gt;good clean fun, you have a natural vunerability&lt;br /&gt;about you, which makes you able to make friends&lt;br /&gt;very well, as they are drawn instinctively by&lt;br /&gt;the urge to protect you. But even though you&lt;br /&gt;look as fragile as a child inside you are very&lt;br /&gt;strong with your easy look on life. When you&lt;br /&gt;get a partner (because there is no way you&lt;br /&gt;cant!) your life will be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Nariel-flame/quizzes/Which%20stunning%20spirit%20of%20emotion%20are%20you?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Which stunning spirit of emotion are you? NEW AND IMPROVED! (amazingly beautiful anime pics!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(Picture censored, too freaky..)*&lt;br /&gt;You hide behind The Shadow Mask, you don't like to&lt;br /&gt;be in the spot light, you like to hide from&lt;br /&gt;everybody and just be alone, you think you put&lt;br /&gt;yourself in this position with your own will&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is that people made you go there,&lt;br /&gt;you don't trust people any more though inside&lt;br /&gt;you there is a voice screaming to go out and&lt;br /&gt;see the light, you look for some one who&lt;br /&gt;understands the real you, some one loves you&lt;br /&gt;unconditionally, if you were looking for some&lt;br /&gt;one to talk to, i'm all ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PrEtTyMaYa000/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20masks%20you%20hide%20behind?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What kind of masks you hide behind? (i added pix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-111372823823543098?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/111372823823543098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=111372823823543098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111372823823543098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111372823823543098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111372823823543098' title='Article 30 : Stupid PW'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-111348781412361334</id><published>2005-04-14T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:10:14.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1112622960_re.Element.JPG" border="0" alt="Fire element" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your element is Fire. Like fire, you have a hot&lt;br /&gt;temper and you can be warm and loving as well&lt;br /&gt;and angry and wild. It all really comes down to&lt;br /&gt;what you are feeling. You have a lot of close&lt;br /&gt;friends who you are very protective over, and&lt;br /&gt;with your temper probably some enemies too. You&lt;br /&gt;are not Miss Popular in school since you are&lt;br /&gt;your own person and don't want to be forced&lt;br /&gt;into behaving this or that way. You are the&lt;br /&gt;untamed wild horse, the kind that everyone&lt;br /&gt;wants to catch. But you don't want to be tied&lt;br /&gt;down for the moment and just keep going with&lt;br /&gt;your little crushes. Your will is strong and if&lt;br /&gt;you set your mind to do something, you will&lt;br /&gt;most likely succeed. But beware, your friends&lt;br /&gt;may not always accept your mood-swinging&lt;br /&gt;behaviour. Even if you don't mean to be mean,&lt;br /&gt;they can still feel hurt. You just need to&lt;br /&gt;start thinking some things through before you&lt;br /&gt;do them, and not always jump in with so much&lt;br /&gt;courage. One day you may be hurt because of&lt;br /&gt;that, but then again, your element isn't fire&lt;br /&gt;if you start to analyse situations before you&lt;br /&gt;act. After all, your nature is to shoot first&lt;br /&gt;and ask the questions later. Rate and message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20element%3F%20%5Bwith%20pics%20%2B%207%20outcomes%20%2B%20detailed%20answeres!%5D/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What is your element? [with pics + 7 outcomes + detailed answeres!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/chezkimo/1099928306_icturesMAG.jpg" border="0" alt="you're a gaurdian angel" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a gaurdian angel. you fight and protect the&lt;br /&gt;people you love and value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/chezkimo/quizzes/what%20kind%20of%20angel%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;what kind of angel are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-111348781412361334?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/111348781412361334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=111348781412361334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111348781412361334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111348781412361334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111348781412361334' title='Article 29'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-111340244230293697</id><published>2005-04-13T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T22:28:15.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 28 : Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Stabbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'80'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Gunshot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Natural Causes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Eaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Posion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'47'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;47%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'33'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'20'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;20%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'13'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;13%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Cut Throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'0'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Suffocated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'0'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/'http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id="&gt;How Will You Die??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/'http://quizfarm.com'"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;agnosticism&lt;/b&gt;. You are an agnostic. Though it is generally taken that agnostics neither believe nor disbelieve in God, it is possible to be a theist or atheist in addition to an agnostic. Agnostics don't believe it is possible to prove the existence of God (nor lack thereof).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnosticism is a philosophy that God's existence cannot be proven. Some say it is possible to be agnostic and follow a religion; however, one cannot be a devout believer if he or she does not truly believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;agnosticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;atheism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Paganism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Islam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'54'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;54%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'46'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'46'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Buddhism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'46'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Satanism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'38'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Judaism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'38'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are my results like 100% stabbed to death and similarly 100% for agosticism?? so WEIRD....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-111340244230293697?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/111340244230293697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=111340244230293697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111340244230293697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111340244230293697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111340244230293697' title='Article 28 : Results'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-111340140133803788</id><published>2005-04-13T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T22:10:01.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 27 : Life</title><content type='html'>I was playing the piano when i came to a piece i've been practising recently. At first, i didn't really like the song, mostly chromatic scales, pretty meaningless, even my teacher discouraged me from taking it up. I still did, it was meant for someone who has ceased to 'exist'. I've realized that it's quite a nice song after all, and it brings back fond memories of the past and what will never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have reached England by now, since my brother left yesterday night. Its good that i can hog the com all night long but how long would i have to wait or how hard most i try before i can be like him, going on a hoilday with his girlfriend. While i'm here at home, blogging and in the process of recovering. Since getting attached, i've noticed that my brother has skipped almost all the late night matches or his favourite football club, even the exciting matches which he would certainly have stayed up to watch inthe past. He has changed quite a bit too, though his room is still very messy. Now he even has the 19.90 piggy from action city on his bed. I'll have to work hard too, lots of catching up to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with valerie and cheeky yester day too, and because we pitstopped for too long, couldn't even go send my brother off. We ended up joining valerie and chee kiang in secret receipe where i had my second brownie, another serving of that heavenly taste. Valerie hasn't changed much or maybe chee kiang changed too much. Throughout, cheeky was pouring out the horrors of his new class, the fake raffles 'guy' who touched another guy's thigh and commented about his nice feet. Also the girl with three necks, who sang not too well, or maybe it's because of her appearance. Thankfully nanyang's still quite normal though much slacker that other colleges. And the thing that was moving on the cake, thanks swee for telling us that they wouldn't use the display. At least we had the cake in peace and only found out they still used those in the display after all. Swee Wei didn't help much by saying that there could be maggots in the brownie since it was so rich and nutritious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we ended up taking neoprints again. Finally got a spot in the photo but it looked really weird as the picture looked darker. On closer inspection, i realized that it was because of all the brown uniforms. After so many neoprints, we still cannot get into position fast enough, with at least one or two photos of us in disarray. With Valerie around, we're bound to have a peoprint taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain was very encouraging at the start, looking forward to my cosy little bed and sweet dreams. But later on, i realized i didn't bring umbrella again. Maybe i'm just huo kai, because i refure to listen to my mum. So i had to rush home through the rain and it felt really good since i haven't ran through the rain for quite a while. I remembered my Geog teacher in secondary 2. Really nice person who didn't scold you for not doing work, but instead he'll just ask you to make sure you copied the solution. He took the same bus home and we often had a good chat on the way home. It was raining quite heavily on one ocassion, and somehow we came to the topic of running in the rain. And he was saying that it is healthy to run in the rain once in a while. I didn't really buy his theory, acid rain is supposed to be harmful. Somehow, after running in the rain yesterday, i became really 'high', so much so that i couldn't sleep at all till about 1 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee Kiang didn’t come today, and I had to drag his gundam collection to school. Why? Just because he left his phone at home. Looks like I have lots of catching up to do when I finally lay my hands my chemistry notes again. Anyway, things are starting to settle down and will be much more manageable with time. Till then, I still have maths homework to complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-111340140133803788?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/111340140133803788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=111340140133803788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111340140133803788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111340140133803788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111340140133803788' title='Article 27 : Life'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-111279818946542587</id><published>2005-04-06T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T22:36:29.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 26 : Last Econs Lecture</title><content type='html'>Crashed economics lecture again today. First thing everyone did was to copy down the essay question for homework. Looking across the whole LT, everyone’s head was down and busy copying down the question. Had to do such dreadful homework and even had to copy the question yourself. I happened to be reading trigonometry lecture notes when Mr Soh came around. Just when I thought he’ll call me out, he looked at my paper and didn’t even realize it wasn’t economics. Thankfully, the last economics lecture I’d ever attend drew to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next lecture, Physics, wasn’t any better. The first thing he did was far worse than for previously. He made everyone stand up just to greet him. Only half the attendance bothered to stand up and we got scolded as usual. At least it isn’t as bad as the being scolded by the chemistry lecturer. Having missed out on almost all the lectures, I felt rather lost during the lecture. The lecturer didn’t help much either, going faster than the bullet train. I agree that he sucks at explaining stuff. Luckily, he stopped halfway but so as to lecture us on how difficult physics is and that we should really drop it. Okay, we’ve heard it all, f maths, chemistry and even economics, lecturers telling us to drop the subject. Chemistry was the most drastic; she demanded that 23 students dropped as the number of students exceeded the seating capacity by 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for guitar club with Qi Hao next. All we did was take attendance and we were off, or should I say the both of us were off. Mugging is definitely much better than playing icebreakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lot of us gathered at the gallery to mug while waiting for the VIP to arrive. Half the time the VIP was unreachable and made us rather worried about him getting lost. Meanwhile, it was time to change shift. We headed to the canteen and had prison set meal B because we all ended up eating spaghetti. Earlier in the day, most of us had wanton mee for lunch. And it looked rather weird seeing a whole roll of people eating the same meal so that became prison set meal A. ‘Soon’ enough, Chee Kiang made it to school. He really stood out on the track with his all black outfit and the way he walked. OOooo, finally get to see him after what seemed like ages. Can tell that appearance wise, he didn’t change much. But he is still somewhat different from the last time we saw him. We got him to try on the ny uniform but soon realized that the sizes were all wrong! Tight pants and shirt that’s bigger than a jacket. With the oversized shirt all buttoned up, Chee Kiang looked very much like a prison inmate, in fact the leader of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pit stopped at the gallery for a very long time. Quite a bad spot to choose as the pugilistic society was having their training and the noise was deafening. It’s good to see that Chee Kiang is settling down in his new school and we’d still be able to see him on every Wednesdays. Besides, he has to miss us because his treasured Gundam Seed Collection is still with me. Its true that I’ve changed since we were last together. The most obvious is the lamrious I got from Eunice, pulling Yvonne’s hair and talking much more since the first day I stepped into o5a1. To Cheeky, just be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain poured mercilessly on my way home. I didn’t bring umbrella as usual, refusing to listen to mom’s advice. But she was so nice to call me to check if I had umbrella with me which she knew for sure I had none. I’ve only brought umbrellas for people and haven’t had the experience getting one. Unfortunately, the rain stopped when i got to my stop. Can’t stop myself thinking of dramas where girls always got stuck in school and the guys come to their rescue, then they’ll hold each other’s hands and blah blah blah….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-111279818946542587?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/111279818946542587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=111279818946542587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111279818946542587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111279818946542587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111279818946542587' title='Article 26 : Last Econs Lecture'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-111271420828790514</id><published>2005-04-05T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T23:16:48.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 25</title><content type='html'>Crashed Economics lecture again, maybe because eunice so nice to crash f maths lecture. Stomach was complaining all the way from f maths through econs lecture. Found out something intersting about our math lecturer - he looks like an uncle. The method he taught was really redundant but as usual, it's just the basics which would help to lay our foundations for more advanced questions. So von, please don't say that its stupid, it may seem so now, wait till later...Halfway through our second f maths lecture, yvonne suddenly thought of maggie and the rest just because of her camera and how they used to take photos of ms tian. So she suggested going to yjc to pay them a visit having not met them for sometime. So we managed to convince quite a number to go, even david came along to see chee kiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YJC is pretty HT(high tech), having a system where they keep track of students by getting them to scan their card when entering and leaving school. Somehow, we managed to acquire the help of the guard search through the records and to our horror, chee kiang's name couldn't be found. Unfortunately, Valerie had makeup lessons right when we were there, so we ended up only seeing maggie. Next we headed together to northpoint for a meal at LJ. When i came back from the washroom, there was these bunch of people totally in brown queueing up and the first thing i thought of was so brown. Then told vinny to refrain from looking down, because its just more brown. David asked frannie how to pronounce the word 'fury' and frannie thought it was 'fur-ry' and putting it all together it became house of fur-ry, labit's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bidding mag farewell, we made our way back to school for red cross and swee and vin also decided to join. In the end, we had like 6 people from o5a1 in red cross and thats like one quarter of the people there. We had to split in to three groups taking charge of logistics, publicity and training. Don't know how it came about but we ended up combining publicity and logistics and we became the bao ge liao group. Putting the serious work aside, we proceeded for some games and really to the disadvantage of ying hui as she was really afraid of bursting balloons. First thing she did was to get rid of the balloon. Luckily there was at least one game which didn't involve bursting balloons and it was similar to the kings, knights and hobbits game in orientation. I didn't need anyone to grab my tail, it dropped out straight away and yvonne immediately koped it-_-'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we headed for the hall before going to the piano on the fourth floor. Played really badly today, and changed quite a large portion of the songs. We also decided to join the song writing competition, this saturday will be the day we rock the world, ok maybe not but at least the block shuting lives in. Hopefully we can come up with something really nice and achieve something together as a class, as o5sa1. Oh, and before i forget, chee kiang's finally coming back to nanyang, really looking forward to tomorrow. I better remember to bring chee kiang's uniform along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, remember zhang lao shi's parting words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-111271420828790514?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/111271420828790514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=111271420828790514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111271420828790514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111271420828790514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111271420828790514' title='Article 25'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-111219915445780706</id><published>2005-03-30T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T00:12:34.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 24</title><content type='html'>Went for my first F maths lecture today. The lecturer is so much faster than Ms Thein. For thein's lecture, you could wake up 30 minutes later and she'll still be on the same page. Its very different as even Yvonne couldn't catch a wink at all. Furthermore, the lecture notes for F maths is easier to understand and complete. I feel that the lecturer is more 'auntie' than thein, i mean, the manner in which she speaks. I'm not trying to be rude but it's quite weird that our key to ending the lesson lies in finding the mistakes she committed in the lecture notes. As usual, maths teachers always use the same old excuse of trying to test our alertness. Math lecture without the rest of the gang feels really weird. Don't have swee, vincent or cheeky to talk to and yvonne don't have ying hui to nap with. There isn't anyone else i know in the LT other than the nchs gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had CCA bazaar II today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long before, i've already made up my mind to join piano and guitar even if i had to go through auditions. added first aid to the list after ying hui also expressed her interest to join. Yvonne was like wth, i'm back in red cross and ying hui didn't realize her CCAs clash till it was a tad too late. Eunice was pondering whether to join student council. Student council is fun, but there's lots of politics involved, backstabbing included. All the time and effort required and all the discipline to keep everything in place. Just basing on pure interest would be insufficient, you'll need a whole lot of passion for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing david an franson trailing for badminton, i also wanted to have a go at it. But one of the seniors looked rather unfriendly while the other was once my senior too. So hao bu rong yi den dao ji hui to play with him but mr ho came in to trail me. That didn't change anything as i'm still nervous when i play at trails and competitions. Every move would affect the final score in a way or two. Guess i played really badly and so many people were watching. arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel that it's my fault that franson had to wait for us and the girls feeling very bad. I should have went after him for my bag and he wouldn't have to wait so long for us. At that moment all we thought was that franson would just walk around an make his way back but it just didn't happen. Shoot, now i feel bad too-_-" ..sorry Franson..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-111219915445780706?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/111219915445780706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=111219915445780706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111219915445780706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111219915445780706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111219915445780706' title='Article 24'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-111194164608175333</id><published>2005-03-29T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T22:57:33.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 23 : It's nice to have someone to count on.</title><content type='html'>I suck at writing testimonials. Not because I don't have any content but rather i don't have any idea how to put it into words. So i spent at least half an hour trying to type out ying hui's testimonial, meanwhile qi hao had already finished 2 testimonials. My second took way shorter and by the third i was much faster and could even reach the word limit. Thankful for Yvonne and Swee Wei's guidance. As always, practice makes perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, we went over to the library to catch the movie "The Way Home". Although it doesn't sound very interesting, the movie turned out to be very touching and heart wrenching. Every normal gal will definitely cry after watching it. So much so i feel lucky not to be a gal or i would have done the same. Realized too that i'm not that bo liao after vinny tried to turn himself on those swivel chairs. I gave it a try too and must haf looked really spastic. I've learnt that da bai sha leaves pretty early so we are free to do whatever we want. Also earlier in the canteen, we, namely qi hao, cleeven(sorry for wrong spelling), yvonne and i saw da bai sha taking off her jacket and she looked really disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta admit that tong hua is a damn nice song and very suitable for guys to sing to their loved one. It'll be really romantic especially the chorus. Unfortunately, i'm part of the talented bunch and me singing tong hua will be a dreadful sin. So envious of those with great voices, its alright, love can be expressed in many many ways not only through words of a song. Action still speaks louder than words. Haha. Maybe i'm just trying to console myself, and to vinny, this may suck, but i'll make sure to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, we came to the senior citizens corner at a nearby void deck. I guess gundam has made quite an impact on me. So much so that my first impression of the corner was that it resembled the control centre of a battleship. So while the girls were gone, vinny and i had another debate over a insignificant piece of cloth swee wei was wearing. Vinny held strong that it was only a sign of arrogance and pride while i just felt that it was a useless piece of cloth that only gives us more trouble once every week. Aside from our crappy debate, the six of us had a really fun conversation, recalling memories of our first day together, who we talked to first and who made the most impact on our lives so far. Just then i thought that it'll be really nice to have someone that we can count on as i thought of my x schoolmates from cat high. Also good to know that jun rong's doing great in aj currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my x classmates, it's been fun spending the last two years together. You'll have been great friends to have and i would never forget you'll. Though we each have our own path to take, may we not forget the times we shared and the friendships we have forged. Best wishes for your future endeavors and whatever you do. Take care and rock on dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Yi Cheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-111194164608175333?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/111194164608175333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=111194164608175333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111194164608175333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111194164608175333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111194164608175333' title='Article 23 : It&apos;s nice to have someone to count on.'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-111167621613727259</id><published>2005-03-24T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:04:52.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 22 : Orientation Day 2</title><content type='html'>Orientation day 2 was great!&lt;br /&gt;All we did was take attendance in school and enjoy ourselves in the mass dance before heading for k box. Og attendence was worse than yesterday, from a miserable 18 to about 10. Once again, i was made to start the ball rolling with 'peng you'. Shuting and her friends' are just overwhelming, filling the box with great singing. I feel that tong hua has made the most impact on me. Its supposed to be a love song yet it has a very sad ending. What can we do? Cherish, treasure what we have, don't take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the girls took nearly forever to decorate the photos and all because of the guys, running about, we had to take them again. From trying to burn excess time, we now had no time left. Though we rushed back long after pizza night started, we still got a share of pizzas. Really have to count our lucky stars and thank those who have helped to save some for us. Lesson learnt, don't go to machines that don't have time limit for photo decoration and don't fool around too much, your fingers could and would get burnt.&lt;br /&gt;After all the pizzas and stuff we headed for the hall for today's finale, "Who's behind that mask?". Throughly enjoyed myself for that 1 hour or so other then getting assaulted and nearly dragged up to stage. Quite a waste to end so early, especially since everyone had just gotten high and had to stop for the day, we didn't get to do the traditional dance!!&lt;br /&gt;I think i'd better end here. So long o5sa1, remember to rock on forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-111167621613727259?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/111167621613727259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=111167621613727259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111167621613727259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111167621613727259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111167621613727259' title='Article 22 : Orientation Day 2'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-111150631770715723</id><published>2005-03-22T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T22:42:17.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 21 : Xing Fu De Gan Jue</title><content type='html'>Actually, my original intention of going to school was to lend a hand to my friends who are new in school. Also thought of getting some friends down to play soccer. Franson saved all the hassle by suggesting to play pool in marina after meeting in school and we ended up playing soccer and netball in school before heading down to marina. Chee Kiang, showed his uncertain side as he was really nervous about having to talk to Mrs Ho. Eventually he got to have a short chat with her and it isn't that bad. Our principal is a really nice person, there's nothing to worry about.So, we left the ogls in training to their training and headed for our hangout for lunch.Leaving Shuting at Bishan, we continued towards Marina. Magdalene was supposed to head home but she realized she still had yvonne's bag in her bag, so she ended up going with us. What a weird twist of events. However, we ended up getting a simple kite and spending the whole afternoon trying to get it up. The kite didn't stay up too long and we were all exhausted and simply gave up. Then i dawned on me that it'll be really nice to bring girlfriends along to fly kites. Both teaching and getting the kite up would be a good way of spending time. It's really romantic too, the difficult process of getting the kite up and the countless crashes before everything becomes smooth sailing, best describes bgr. Giving up after a few crashes will simply mean the relationship being unable to survive challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With time running out, we headed back for dinner. The meat looked really weird, furthurmore, i felt too tired to do any real cooking. The guys, namely Sweez, Cheek and i ended up eating only a little cooked meat, already cooked food and lots of organic material. Sweez found a table serving cooked food so he brought back for us since we were too lazy to cook. The food tasted alright but a little hard and cold. Luckily i'm so fortunate to have meis and got to try out eunice and ying hui's cooking. The most xing fu de gan jue i ever had. Guess the brownie pales in comparison to the xing fu de gan jue i feel this time, though i still haven't tried the brownies yet. I still don't know why raw veggie is still unpopular, shen its so healthy. Chee Kiang and Sweez looked pretty disgusted after eating them. Sweez and i had this game hei bai pei where the loser had to eat a piece of veggie. Swee lost all three and had to swallow the greens be4 he decided to stop as he had no more water to wash the veggies down. Also found out that ying hui and yvonne also like tomatoes, yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee Kiang still hasn't figured out what fuzzie wuzzie likes and dislikes. It's pretty fun to play mind games, both looking at people guessing and trying to guess. But some are really lame and it really takes keen observation to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orientation 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels really different, there's no one i know in my og. Only quan min, franni also in osiris. The whole day was boring other then the dance which really brought up my spirits. Maybe it's the J1 ogls compared to the j2s in orientation 1 and being transferred to Osiris. I feel very bad to leave my og to crash others since my ogl's are so nice. Especially since we'll be doing the same tomorrow, but i don't want to miss the dance. Seems like i don't have a choice.....Mei's seem very intent on draggin me with them and i also don't want to make them sad....and i also have to start thinking about where to get a mask for tomorrow's orientation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just take one step at a time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-111150631770715723?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/111150631770715723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=111150631770715723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111150631770715723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111150631770715723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111150631770715723' title='Article 21 : Xing Fu De Gan Jue'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-111132374654746951</id><published>2005-03-20T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T21:02:26.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 20 : To all my meis out there, somewhere, anywhere.</title><content type='html'>It's really nice to have so many mei mei s all of a sudden, but then, it doesn't change the fact that i've been in an all guys school for 10 years. So i might be indifferent or insensitive to issues. It's been a whole new learning experience for me, and i hope for your full understanding. Please don't hesitate to point out my errors, be it big ones or small ones.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;                                                          With Love,&lt;br /&gt;                                                          K/Gor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-111132374654746951?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/111132374654746951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=111132374654746951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111132374654746951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111132374654746951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111132374654746951' title='Article 20 : To all my meis out there, somewhere, anywhere.'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-111125312484643693</id><published>2005-03-20T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T01:25:24.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 19 - White</title><content type='html'>One more day till school repoens.&lt;br /&gt;Two more days to posting, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;Two more days with o5a1, cherish them.&lt;br /&gt;Three more days till term starts, sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten what i want to say, but i really admire maths teachers. Cause i just tried typing maths in the computer, its really difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-111125312484643693?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/111125312484643693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=111125312484643693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111125312484643693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111125312484643693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111125312484643693' title='Article 19 - White'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-111119535829056579</id><published>2005-03-19T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T09:37:47.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 18 - bluez</title><content type='html'>This may sound weird, but i'm actually yearning for school to start again. I've been stuck at this particular Maths question since yesterday, it doesn't seem to work. Either the question is wrong, or i'm wrong...And there's this thing in my head that refuses to let me skip the question, like its get to the bottem of it, nothing else(One of the chief reason why some of my friends always have no time to finish maths exams). So, giving maths a break i picked up this health mag with a note from my mom to read the article about tanning. It says that tanning is bad, and we should all stay out of the sun from 10 to 4. The pictures of skin cancer tumours are pretty sick too, but they look edible, like grapes and plums...But tanning salons are worst, got to keep away from those. A sentence lifted from the mag "Frequent sunburns have been associated with increased risks of getting skin cancers." My mum's trying to prove that she's right about not getting tanned. I still have no idea what to bring on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To meis (only): Want to get the class somthing? I'm pretty broke and don't know what to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days and school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;Two more days with o5a1, cherish them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-111119535829056579?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/111119535829056579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=111119535829056579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111119535829056579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111119535829056579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111119535829056579' title='Article 18 - bluez'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-111098988970306814</id><published>2005-03-16T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T21:12:57.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 17: Sentosa(Edited)</title><content type='html'>We went sentosa today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*(For an overview of the whole day, pls visit yvonne's blog at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://interactrulez.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://interactrulez.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though its sentosa, the turnout was far and way better than before...and its also the first time to sentosa that girls actually outnumber the guys...&lt;br /&gt;Even tough the monorail has ceased operation, it helped save the routine journey from palawan beach to siloso beach...so the first thing we saw was the huge siloso word on the beach, and chee kiang was the first to venture up, climbing all over the words..and next to us was a couple of kids doing just the same...but just when i finally brought my camera..realized no batt-_-"..&lt;br /&gt;When we finally left the entrance, tck and sweez disappeared..but nvm..we got their stuff and headed for the beach..how big is sentosa anyway? how is anyone gonna get lost?...Eventually, we decided to go kayaking, so we had to walk all the way down just to get the package..then found out that we had no where to keep our belongings so we had to walk back...but halfway back, we decided to give volleyball a try, and with difficulty even trying to get the ball over the net it was quite an experience...at least with guys, all we needed was force the rest didn't matter, not to say that girls are lousy, just that they are more gentle creatures..but this doesn't prove that girls aren't sick, dangerous and scary creatures, i'll come to that point later...&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we remembered our original objective-put our stuff with the rest and that we had kept them waiting for quite some time..ARgh.. then i made the mistake of not changing to my shorts for kayaking...but contrary to prior experiences, kayaking IS fun..cos ying hui very nice..not like other girls who are so slack, just let the guys paddle...proves my point that guys are nice people, know they are bullied but still go on...the kayak is really nice too, cos you'd get to lie down and slack...yvonne and her friend very ke lian, crashing into just about everything then they kayaked all the way to the other end just when we only had like 5 minutes back, so we had to paddle there to get them back...&lt;br /&gt;Then back with the rest, got sun tan lotion from chee kiang...which turned out rather useless cos i got tanned where i didn't apply lotion...then with my hands full of lotion, ying hui offered to feed me and sweez the sandwich...really got xing fu te gan jue...haha, its good to have meis, and swee's right, when was the last time we were fed? The homemade sandwich is really nice too...thanks, ying hui, for giving us xing fu te gan jue, and to eunice, thanks for the sandsich...&lt;br /&gt;i hafta say that all guys needed on beach is a ball, can play soccer, volleyball and water polo for the whole day...those days when we were much more "hiong"...and got much redder than lobsters...luckily didn't really get sun burnt today...the sun always playing tricks on us, hiding when we wanted to tan and coming out when we were leaving...&lt;br /&gt;The ball kept rolling into the water and getting wet so we gan cui go to waters to play water polo which we never got to do...we ended up chatting in a circle and even got both yvonne and shuting in the water...then the girls suddenly wanted to see the guys with flattened hairdos...then i realized that girls are scary too, when they come in a group and and surround you..at first they couldn't get my hair down but eventually it did come down..like whateva goes up must..(ya should know the rest)..then they wanted the see the guys' six pack which we didn't have and complained that all the other guys were half naked and we were weirdos, fully clothed in the water...vincent..not too bad.had three chins, swee wei was all rounder, and my figure wasn't any better..i've realized that i have a thermomether on my arm..my BCG..it turns redish blue when i'm feeling cold...lol =P..so useful..&lt;br /&gt;When we finally left the water, and prepareing to go shower, poor shuting found one of her newly bought sandle missing...who will be such an idiot to steal ONE sandal...then ck and swee were very nice to offer her their slippers...forgot to mention that ck came sentosa with shoes...omg..toilet was overcrowded when we went but deserted when we were leaving..so ironic..but as vinny would say, "Life sucks, get used to it"...&lt;br /&gt;After shower, and some of the girls still need more time, we regrouped and sent out two search parties and i met my x classmate outside, quite a shock as it would have been the last place i would have thought i'd meet him...and sorta made me think of the past....our crazy sec class...&lt;br /&gt;With our efforts futile, we turned back to the toilets and then came the final straw which made up my mind bout not kicking balls on the beach...my x classmate's ball bounced to me and i wanted to kick it back to him..but my volley went totally astray and crashed onto the shelter... &lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we didn't make it to marina for steamboat..or we'll all be broke..food court's not a bad choice too..at least it's not oily...i'd get my camera working again then can post photos of the class ball...Next on we went to the arcade where i regreted helping hui and mag cos everyone ended up using their hands instead to shoot...ying hui and mag actually won after lagging 5 points behind...chee kiang is really good...even though he was just playing for fun at street fighter he beat the high score by like 2 million points...and his best move was when he shouted "NIN NEH" and KO-ed the boss...between fighting the boss, he even came to talk to us before continuing to trash the monsters...and i should really stay away from driving games...my jeep was ramming almost every wall and falling into mud pools...meanwhile, the girls were off to new zealand to buy ice cream(again)..so sinful...&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden, yvonne and ying hui were very energetic, walking faster then the group and ck 'bu fu qi' and started to walk faster...today wasn't as tiring cos i didn't really exert much...and for once, we all travelled in the same direction at the station...then ck was really sua gu...wanting to go to toa payoh from the green line..then swee wei gave him a lecture on the mass rapid transport system...ck enjoyed quite a bit of freedom, can choose between staying at either his two houses at toa payoh or just go to amk...so convineint...&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, my friend called me and asked me to join him in sentosa tmr cos his class was mostly girls and he wasn't too close to the guys either..had to turn him down cos 1 day is enough for me...besides its safer to go out with my meimeis...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-111098988970306814?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/111098988970306814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=111098988970306814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111098988970306814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111098988970306814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111098988970306814' title='Article 17: Sentosa(Edited)'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-111060015506644315</id><published>2005-03-12T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T12:02:35.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 16</title><content type='html'>It had been an eventful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to school like any other day but today's gonna be the last day we'll stay together as 05A1. This feeling i haven't experienced before, not during the last day of P6, nor the last day of secondary school. Really hope that the posting will be released on 23rd instead of 18th so we'll still have 2 more days together. Then during chinese, zhang lao shi gave us a parting sentence to boost our morale. We each had to go up and give our own.&lt;br /&gt;Chee Kiang: "Vincent, I love You!"&lt;br /&gt;Zhang lao shi: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;TCK: "He helped to change my life."&lt;br /&gt;Then the girls came up together...&lt;br /&gt;"0"&lt;br /&gt;"5"&lt;br /&gt;"A"&lt;br /&gt;"1"&lt;br /&gt;"we"&lt;br /&gt;"lurve"&lt;br /&gt;"you"&lt;br /&gt;"yay!"&lt;br /&gt;Then it dawned on me that the class has given me lots since we came together and it would really be different without them...&lt;br /&gt;To 05A1: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear kor,&lt;br /&gt;your such a&lt;br /&gt;nice person, a&lt;br /&gt;blessing to hv&lt;br /&gt;known you. Rock on! stay cheerful,&lt;br /&gt;talented 4eva.&lt;br /&gt;Will miss u de!&lt;br /&gt;Frenz 4eva ya.&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Ying Hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Cui Cui!&lt;br /&gt;HaHa..Girls are not sick and dangerous&lt;br /&gt;esp. your meis..me! Be a nice Kor/Gor..&lt;br /&gt;to us!..Be a nicer person, this space too&lt;br /&gt;Big have to Crap...&lt;br /&gt;                                     Yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Gor...&lt;br /&gt;You're e sick one la, taking F&lt;br /&gt;maths..Haha..=P, Must rmb&lt;br /&gt;05A1 forever..UMOJA...&lt;br /&gt;(stay crispy)                       -Shuting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kor,&lt;br /&gt;脆脆&lt;br /&gt;You've been a great kor!&lt;br /&gt;Yea! So talented in everything&lt;br /&gt;=P Yea! Smile more!&lt;br /&gt;              =P Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellooo!&lt;br /&gt;Da Nicest&lt;br /&gt;Guy in our class!=)&lt;br /&gt;MAGGIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Yi Cheng,&lt;br /&gt;It was nice having to know you!=P Same OG+CT,&lt;br /&gt;Haha, is it fate or wad! I juz wanna say a BIG&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU! 4 all e things you've done&lt;br /&gt;or help me. Wish ya all e best in everything u&lt;br /&gt;do! stay happy &amp; smile more! =)&lt;br /&gt;                                  -Valerie-&lt;br /&gt;                                     11/3/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey CRISPY,&lt;br /&gt;all the best in&lt;br /&gt;your future whatever&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to you&lt;br /&gt;and your crispness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33XINYI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe i should keep the ball and stop kicking it..and sorry bout the smudging, ying hui, its pretty special in a way too..=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-111060015506644315?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/111060015506644315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=111060015506644315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111060015506644315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111060015506644315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111060015506644315' title='Article 16'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-111029495725648862</id><published>2005-03-08T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:15:57.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 15</title><content type='html'>Brownies rock! So what if they are 99% chocolate? So what if i gotta run 100 rounds to burn off the fats. Brownies still rock =P...&lt;br /&gt;After eating the brownies, i have my mind made up. Thats the standard i wanna achieve, not just frying eggs and veggies. Anyway, i've got lots of guinea pigs to try out my food =)&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets put the match behind and play harder next time. Since we already know their tactics, its time to show them a piece of ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-111029495725648862?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/111029495725648862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=111029495725648862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111029495725648862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111029495725648862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111029495725648862' title='Article 15'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-111021190171293302</id><published>2005-03-07T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T22:54:45.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 14</title><content type='html'>Actually i have nothing much to say todae...becos i don't want to mention the silly nails thingy...&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say that vandalism is very bad...and this is a day i might, would and should not forget.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya...had our last china studies lecture today..quite "se bu de" cos cheena studies always fun and informative especially zhang lao shi's lesson. In a way its good for cheena studies to end cos the change in turn out was inverse exponential. Maybe franni will be the only one left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Note: Girls please don't read the stuff below this sentence. Thank You-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;asd lkj fhlaskj dfhajk dh Girls are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dangerous and sick fullstop lakjd fhjsd hfaljhf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-111021190171293302?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/111021190171293302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=111021190171293302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111021190171293302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/111021190171293302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111021190171293302' title='Article 14'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-110995026108633737</id><published>2005-03-04T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T23:31:01.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 13</title><content type='html'>We are really lucky, not to be banned from the student lounge...We had this mass mat fight, and it all started when zi yang smacked shawn with the round mat before all hell broke loose...Mats flew in every direction and the whole room became really dusty...everything came to a stop when a mat got stuck in the cables lining the ceiling...everyone started throwing more stuff at the mat, more mats, bottles and even magazines...eventually the mat came down with the aid of a pole and we decided to save our childhood to later...&lt;br /&gt;Shawn and the others then left for mahjong, leaving me and chee kian in the student lounge and the place became really quiet. Really learnt alot during maths tutorial, a whole new perspective of looking at maths questions which i had overlooked...&lt;br /&gt;So..ya...and then came the brownie thingy again. Why are the girls SO not health conscious? Brownie=99.99% chocolate...such a sinful thing to eat and i don't think its filling too...i still don't understand why we ended up eating pastamania?? But its a good choice anyway, cos i haven't gone to pastamania for quite a while and the only thing i like is the abundant cheese...pizza hut's cheese has to be sprinkled, pastamania is scooped up in heaps...PS..don't ever try the creamy pasta..its nice but you'll get sick of it in no time..and this is gonna be the last time i'm gonna go out eating with girls..(girls are dangerous creatures). With the guys on their side, i was trapped and xinyi was on the other side poking me. Next time gotta stand at least 3 ft from girls.&lt;br /&gt;After the meal, Swee Wei sorta disappeared after meeting some CH guys while CK and i went looking around for sunglasses cos we felt rather stupid standing at the entrance, looking at the girls shopping. First we went 77th street..ok..16 to 20 for a pair of specs, still quite reasonable..then we saw this pair that was going for 450..and it didn't look half as nice as the latter..maybe it should be worn with the price tag on..&lt;br /&gt;Next up..netball friendly between ny and sr.&lt;br /&gt;We had like lots of support, 4 guys and one teacher..sr had the soccer team cheering for them(their excuse for slacking during training). And i ended up helping to be water boy...ny did pretty well for the match, great passing and teamwork paid off and we won by a close margin of 20 - 17.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-110995026108633737?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/110995026108633737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=110995026108633737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110995026108633737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110995026108633737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110995026108633737' title='Article 13'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-110908206419553578</id><published>2005-02-22T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T22:30:30.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 12</title><content type='html'>3 days left to D day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ending, a new beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-110908206419553578?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/110908206419553578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=110908206419553578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110908206419553578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110908206419553578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110908206419553578' title='Article 12'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-110883178779046255</id><published>2005-02-20T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T00:50:07.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Tis an ice dragon breathes...when the first snowflake doesnt melt...." src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/Iceangel143/1073226282_icturesice.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your an ice dragon! Congrats! Out of all the&lt;br /&gt;dragons, you are most powerful but do not like&lt;br /&gt;to show it. A rare and special creture, you&lt;br /&gt;have artistic style and are great at expressing&lt;br /&gt;yourself. You think friends and Familly are the&lt;br /&gt;most important, and are a hopeless romantic.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, as ice goes, you can be a little&lt;br /&gt;cold or harsh at times. But not to worry, you&lt;br /&gt;always apoligize later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Iceangel143/quizzes/What%20elemental%20dragon%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What elemental dragon are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by Quizilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-110883178779046255?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/110883178779046255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=110883178779046255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110883178779046255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110883178779046255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110883178779046255' title=''/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-110801261285198455</id><published>2005-02-10T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T13:16:52.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 11</title><content type='html'>Figured out that i would be getting a whole lot less red packets this year...cos my grandpa just passed away last year and we aren't supposed to go around visiting relatives...On the plus side, i could sleep late during cny and red packets didn't really matter to me...&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my uncles and aunt decided to come over and visit us, and my brother finally decided to bring home his girlfriend, who is really shy and stuck to my brother most of the time.....&lt;br /&gt;Whats most important, i got to see my cousins again after what seemed like ages (and they're still as playful as ever) and trust me, don't ever try playing snap with them...=P Besides, gambling isn't allowed at home, or its just that no one gambles, not even at my grandma's place..&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, no ball games allowed this year cos my mom got a fish tank recently and previously, the balls always had auto aim and my cousins get really rough at times...Its pretty weird that all my grandma's grandchildren are boys but its better that way...cos we used to play with everything we could get our hands on...really miss the good old times...&lt;br /&gt;To all the kids out there..rmb to cherish your childhood!..and most impotantly, HAPPY NEW YEAR!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-110801261285198455?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/110801261285198455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=110801261285198455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110801261285198455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110801261285198455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110801261285198455' title='Article 11'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-110779016113299303</id><published>2005-02-07T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T23:29:21.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 10</title><content type='html'>gp simply rocks!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what we did? We had this competition between two cts with the game called 'Taboo". In case you didn't know what taboo is, the objective is to guess the word, but the speaker cannot say the words that are taboo..somewhat like the action thingy, just that this time only words can be used...for example..if the word to be guessed is radio, then the taboo words are like DJ, FM and AM within a minute...&lt;br /&gt;So as the game went on, we ended up tied at 18...to break the tie, our tutors suggested a final round with the tutors giving the descrptions...the other ct went first and scored a high of 5 words...so the pressure was on as as Mr Ho took up his position...with ease, we achieved 5 words and with plenty of tim to go and victory at our doorstep, we slowed down and took our time, relishing the moment..we emerged champs with one point ahead...we ended up doing 3 cheers for each other be4 ending the lesson...&lt;br /&gt;China studies was really interesting too, with our chinese tutor as the lecturer...Really respect him for being able to make chinese so fun and involving....=)&lt;br /&gt;Franson and Sweez came up with this..erm..what do you call it...phrase?..i've no idea..but its like called ' ti ti gong ' which is the hokkien for keep on talking...because of you know who..in our ct..and they actually came up with different genres like romantic, rap, heavy metal....and you've gotta move your hand with it...and its pretty cool that we can get a class logo so quickly...3 cheers for A1 !!! =D&lt;br /&gt;As usual..our main topic for dinner is debts and how the whole thingy is linked..like liang yang owe hong wei money and i owe liang yang money, and the og owe me money and the og is linked to hong wei...so on...and we can go on and on along the circle, argueing who is the person who is owing all the money and it's like going around in circles...oh ya..gotta reminder all those in og 6 who have not paid SGD$1.30 to me pls do so by the end of this week or we'll keep having the same debate over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;(PS: i've realized that 1000 hits is rather unpractical..so i'll be targetting 888 instead!..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-110779016113299303?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/110779016113299303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=110779016113299303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110779016113299303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110779016113299303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110779016113299303' title='Article 10'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-110766752927608026</id><published>2005-02-06T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T13:54:36.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 9  :  Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends 4-Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Doryan Hallicy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends 4- life is what we are&lt;br /&gt;Through thick and thin you were my friend&lt;br /&gt;Leaning on you, you gave me support&lt;br /&gt;The strength to get up and go again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my heart was shattered, you'd heal it&lt;br /&gt;If my heart was happy, we both rejoiced in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my best friend&lt;br /&gt;always and forever&lt;br /&gt;It's been good&lt;br /&gt;the best friendship ever&lt;br /&gt;Never end, now and forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: please say something (in the chatterbox), anything and if possible, everything, even a simple hello or a smiley would be greatly appreciated! Its meant to be flooded in the first place! =P&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-110766752927608026?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/110766752927608026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=110766752927608026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110766752927608026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110766752927608026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110766752927608026' title='Article 9  :  Friends'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-110735343904619099</id><published>2005-02-02T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:10:39.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 8  :  School</title><content type='html'>Been feeling slightly down this few days...cos i really miss my 'bruders' from og 6...=P&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just that the times for fun is over and serious muggin is starting to set in...Maybe its just that i'm too sensitive cos its just like two days only since we last went to our fav hangout...i only get to meet you all in the mornings before assembly and during common lectures, other then that, our classes clash too...really MISS you ALL!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, school is improving, lessons seem to end much faster than before and days seem to end even before i knew it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gp tutorial was interesting, we had like this battle of the sexes thing but its was like girls outnumber the guys two to one...the guys sabo-ed me cos i went to the toilet..i ended up having to read a really LAME script that they had prepared for me..regardin this made up story where i am supposed to be obsessed with balloons, especially the red ones and how i intend to break the world record and my doorbell being a balloon that goes POP when someone presses it...we lost the first round to the girls cos it was based on time and the girls' speech was closer to 5 min...in the second round, i had to find a partner to 'lend' me his hands to help me make a point while my hands were on the script...we fared better and defeated the girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both groups then had to send two new members to repeat the previous speech and our deadly duo was unstoppable, defeating the girls' for a second point...The last part was the best as we were doing something like whose line is it anyway?..the first scene was on a canoe, paddling away from an island and the two had to syncro their paddles while talking to each other using a limited number of words...girls went up first and lasted for only 5 seconds.the guys fared better, lasting up to 29 seconds...in the end we won the 'battle' and our civics tutor summed up the whole thing with a conclusion that girls are more long winded, cos their speech was longer, but the guys where much better at impromptu speeches, entertaining the audience during speeches and also better at small talk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's ended and i had to rush over to the hall for training, didn't have time for lunch and that pretty much affected my performance, stomach grumbling throughout...but training was pretty slack, cos i got relegated to the last division so we were like 8 guys scrambling to two tables, so we ended up playing doubles which i totally suck at(cos i can't serve from the right properly)....But can't blame the coach too cos our seniors gotta train hard for the upcoming competitions..we had a great time as usual after all...we even had a preview of the CNY performance..and it is just way too lame..especially the part where the houses had to do their skits...oh my goodness, i can't believe they actually dare to do that on stage...poor things....we were like packing up to go home while they just started their second run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archery training was quite awkward as i was the only one from nanyang while the rest were from raffles jc...some of them were pretty friendly, offering to help me while the rest were pretty dao....its quite a good environment to be in, maybe get some muggin tips from them...still having some trouble with the bow since i increased the poundage twofold and also as the limbs are still new and un-seasoned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while, i hope things will turn out fine and really wish that i'm just one oversensitive person who is just too blur and maybe when the fog clears everything will be clear and the sun will stand tall above all man, with all its glory, pour out its golden rays upon us...wat the...the previous sentence sounds rather weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe then i will have less typo errors and i'll find a nice sond to put on the blog...wait..and also..and also achieve 1000 hits before CNY!!...) =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-110735343904619099?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/110735343904619099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Article 7  :  School Life</title><content type='html'>School's been pretty fun so far...and i'm very high now..cos i finally got my own metal recurved bow..hooray!!=D....So far, it is becoming really obvious of the bonding within the class...Like coming together to dress up Franson...Its like the coperation is becoming stronger and we are working well together...But all good things will come to an end..cos most of us wanna go to science, and we'll be losing our superb history tutor-mr kellet....The lecture tutorial system is still pretty confusing to me cos most of the time, i'm just following the rest of the class without knowing where our next class is....&lt;br /&gt;Gotta clarify that i'm not embezzeling funds, i just keep forgetting to bring it!..sorry guys, i'll try to bring it tmr...and btw...stop using me as an excuse to not pay up the money!!...=D&lt;br /&gt;I know it's pretty late, but better late than never...so HAPIEE BARTHDAE Chee Kian!!! =D(We'll remember to buy something thats not choc next time..if there is one..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-110727029927371052?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/110727029927371052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=110727029927371052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110727029927371052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110727029927371052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110727029927371052' title='Article 7  :  School Life'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-110696508892129145</id><published>2005-01-29T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T00:25:11.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 6  :  Title-less</title><content type='html'>Another week over, March is drawing closer. Some people would be looking forward to it but not me. The painful decision still lies straight ahead, but it seems to have been decided or am i still uncertain? I'm confused.....&lt;br /&gt;Having met my friend earlier this week, i feel that the PE in ny is pretty slack. After all, we get to play games of our choice, not that we made a good one at that...so we ended up playing netball, though i would have preferred either soccer, floorball or even hockey...its alright though cos majority wins and the girls do in this case..i have this bad feeling that it'll just end up like 'kampong' netball...Shawn, this song is specially for you, took me almost forever to find it, hope you'll enjoy it!! And remember to smile always =D And also to my good friend pris...study hard and study smart!!&lt;br /&gt;Pretty weird that my mood can swing from one pole to another as i type out this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-110696508892129145?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/110696508892129145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=110696508892129145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110696508892129145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110696508892129145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110696508892129145' title='Article 6  :  Title-less'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-110675152134230728</id><published>2005-01-26T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:58:41.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 5  :  What I Think(Part 3)</title><content type='html'>Hong Wei(finally) -&lt;br /&gt;Ya..v v impatient person, who cannot wait..probably because his lifestyle is different from ours...also my good friend whose favourite pastime is looking at girls...his laughter is very unique especially when he becomes excited...but he is still a very nice person, seldom and never seen him angry before..doubt he ever will be....cherish your friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry -&lt;br /&gt;Our "Lao Da", birthday's coming soon on Feb 13th...Still cannot forgive him for calling me in the hols and also for not telling me the truth about his bgr...haha..i have my means to find out...(you can hide, but you cannot hide forever)..relax, *take a deep breath*..i'm just kidding, really thankful for being such a nice person and sacrificing your time to spend more with us...The song's for you! Its how i feel too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia -&lt;br /&gt;On the same rank as terry, our beloved ogl, so must write more stuff bout you...&lt;br /&gt;"Lao Da Niang" ...=P...very nice and cheerful gurl who has rosy cheeks...i'm still thinking of whata to write on the cards....also very self sacrificial to put aside home wk to come out with us, and a great ogl to have!! The song's dedicated to you too..hope you'll will enjoy it!!... "Wo3 Men2 Yong2 Yuan3 Zi1 Chi2 Ni3!!!" Keep up the good work and smile always!! =D...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued AGAIN^2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-110675152134230728?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/110675152134230728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=110675152134230728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110675152134230728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110675152134230728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110675152134230728' title='Article 5  :  What I Think(Part 3)'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-110658019197359122</id><published>2005-01-24T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T23:23:11.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 4  :  What I Think(Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Shi Ying -&lt;br /&gt;Haha..hello there...&lt;br /&gt;A nice and sensitive person who's pretty unhappy to be called names...so if you are one of those ppl and you're reading this, you'd better spare a thought for others....Shing's also an excellent dancer who isn't afraid to flaunt her skills..But the part with si lin is rather overdoing it...hope i don't sound naggy but, treasure your tears cos blood is thicker than water..wait a sec..wrong phrase..not implying anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yang -&lt;br /&gt;My twin brother in nanyang..kor kor...not fair, cos i gotta look like you jjust because you came out first...my exact opposite in terms of character, i'm a slacker, he's a mugger...anyway, older=more mature....btw..i hope our group isn't coming in the way of your relationships, and don't hesitate to tell us, we'll be understanding...all the best! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie -&lt;br /&gt;Erm...&lt;br /&gt;Same orientation group and class.....one of the few ppl who are younger than me in our og...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued AGAIN....)&lt;br /&gt;PB: The song is dedicated to our ogls again, cos it's from one of my fav bands and it's pretty relevant to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-110658019197359122?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/110658019197359122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=110658019197359122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110658019197359122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110658019197359122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110658019197359122' title='Article 4  :  What I Think(Part 2)'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-110649198710713564</id><published>2005-01-23T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T23:11:16.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 3  :  What I think(Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Shawn -&lt;br /&gt;So close to being an all rounder=p..not a sporty kind of person but can study one. One of my closest friend in nanyang cos very out going but yet shy when it comes to girls he like ....Pretty unfortunate to be assigned a solo for the performance = more time needed for band practice..Last but not least, his ultimate move is the ...*drum roll*...tongue flick which is a good mating call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee Kian -&lt;br /&gt;Wrong impression right at the start...thought he was some gangster who was damn pissed off...but he was the earliest on the first day after all....quite a nice person, but when it comes to outings, always pang seh us. Didn't expect him to take chinese 'A' too...we'll be there if the loser finds trouble with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liang Yang -&lt;br /&gt;His ideals collide with my morals...cos he's a scout, always cut down innocent trees to make structures then tear them down so on and so forth...i'm quite against deforestation..and he owed me 5 bucks for a few years and even tried to turn the tables on me. But, liang yang's still my good friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscillia -&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't look like it, but it's true, she's from the smartest class in ijtp. Surprising? Proves the point that we shouldn't judge a book by its cover...Well, pris..sorry..should be lia, well ya, lia's a nice person who is pretty helpful (at times) and a rare ijtp girl who doesn't whine....however, her pet words are retard and wols...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Cheng -&lt;br /&gt;(Mega Ultra,Super Duper) lame person who is very blur most of the time...totally lacking in artistic talent and not good with words, which zeroes the chance of finding a girlfriend..btw, my target has changed but don't ask me who those who noe please * kneels on floor* don't let the cat out of the bag..and i'll thank you in advance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( to be continued.... )&lt;br /&gt;PB: The song is dedicated to our ogls, sorry i couldn't find mama mia so i got super trouper instead...hope you'll enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-110649198710713564?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/110649198710713564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=110649198710713564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110649198710713564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110649198710713564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110649198710713564' title='Article 3  :  What I think(Part 1)'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-110628155006361434</id><published>2005-01-21T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T14:13:05.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/3085/640/f5714727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/3085/320/f5714727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone notice the eye in the window?? &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-110628155006361434?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/110628155006361434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=110628155006361434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110628155006361434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110628155006361434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110628155006361434' title=''/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-110628206041395395</id><published>2005-01-21T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T12:34:20.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/3085/640/f570978e.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/3085/320/f570978e.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our og!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-110628206041395395?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/110628206041395395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=110628206041395395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110628206041395395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110628206041395395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110628206041395395' title=''/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-110628499130083995</id><published>2005-01-17T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T13:23:11.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 2  :  Field Trip 2</title><content type='html'>Meeting at habourfront at 1030hrs is a bad idea, considering my previous experience where i waited for 2hours before some 'bodo' turned up... Luckily, everyone arrived almost on time.&lt;br /&gt;We had to do some last minute preps and our ogls seemed deserted, with the rest of us creeping round the corner...&lt;br /&gt;Not long after, we were up in the bus, on our way to sentosa. Hoggin the first few cabins in the monorail, we set about taking group photos while enjoying the scenery and chatting away....&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, the guys formed a group up front and the girls in their group following 20m behind as we headed down to siloso beach. At the beach, we split up into two groups, one going off the kayak, while the rest gave it a miss and played volleyball. Shawn and Lisa shunned the ball, either dodging the ball or idling about.&lt;br /&gt;When everyone returned to the beach, we decided to present our ogls with presents, a bottle of stars and a specially made card. But we had to bid an early farewell to the ogls as they still had many other things to do. Packing up our things, we moved furthur down the beach to play soccer and frisbee. We ended the games very soon and went down to the water, splashing about, dragging ppl into the water and someone even came up with the idea of burying me in the sand...&lt;br /&gt;Btw, bring your own ice creams, they charge exorbitant prices.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, so feeling shagged and salty, we made our way back to palawan beach and up to sijori resort for a dip in the pool to cleanse ourselves of salt. Feeling clean and fresh after a warm shower, and with the merlion on our backs, we headed back to the ferry terminal. But instead of taking a short walk to the departure centre, we followed liang yang's advice and took the monorail instead. So we wasted like 40 minutes to go round the whole line back to the first stop.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we were on our way back to habourfront for our dinner, marking the end of our eventful field trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-110628499130083995?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/110628499130083995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=110628499130083995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110628499130083995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110628499130083995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110628499130083995' title='Article 2  :  Field Trip 2'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10128381.post-110627647485714172</id><published>2005-01-16T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T11:34:53.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article 1  :  A billion tanks</title><content type='html'>Firstly, i gotta tank terry...for calling me in the hols to remind me bout the fact that school's bout to start soon -.-"..ya but gotta thank Olivia, and Kit too, or i'll become a sexist...I feel that the ogls' really did a great part and job in helping us J1s to bond together and get used to JC life of lectures and tutorials..like a "bridge over troubled waters".&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, they really set a good example by their enthusiasm, encouraging us to cheer more, talk more and also the part bout sleeping in classes, and skipping them =p&lt;br /&gt;First day of orientation was pretty boring as we had to go through all the talks and stuff, and the ice breakers were quite useless cos by the end of it i couldn't remember a single name at all..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our history teacher Mr Tan is right bout bonding being easier through small talk then playing icebreakers, not to say that icebreakers are totally useless, but they break the ice for small talk...&lt;br /&gt;Then again, also gotta thank pris, or i wouldn't be typing this in the first place&lt;br /&gt;The group outings were fun and served a great part in bonding the og...though my mom was pretty unhappy with the fact that i was staying out late when school's already started..&lt;br /&gt;Gotta thank the ogls once again for coming out with us between their busy schedule, the seat at the head will always be their for you...and to siying, even though you couldn't be with us at suntec, we'd still love you, so cherish your tears, they're precious...&lt;br /&gt;Well, it'll take like forever to write out all the things to thank the ogls, i dedicate the song ABBA's "thank you for the music" to you guys and gals, and a billion thanks to you all =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10128381-110627647485714172?l=iamcrispy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/feeds/110627647485714172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10128381&amp;postID=110627647485714172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110627647485714172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10128381/posts/default/110627647485714172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamcrispy.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110627647485714172' title='Article 1  :  A billion tanks'/><author><name>crispy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09281242781891697424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
