<?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-6258537</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:27:12.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entering The Dangerous Mind Of An uLTiMaTe PsYcHo</title><subtitle type='html'>Weirdness Is The Essence Of Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-110794264181602943</id><published>2005-02-09T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T17:50:41.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This site is now extinct. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might want to head over to &lt;a href="http://wetsalt.blogspot.com"&gt;wetsalt.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-110794264181602943?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110794264181602943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110794264181602943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110794264181602943' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-110750797441086668</id><published>2005-02-04T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T17:06:14.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting out of here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until something happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope it happens soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose i'll be waiting long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-110750797441086668?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110750797441086668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110750797441086668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110750797441086668' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-110553132304694029</id><published>2005-01-12T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T20:02:03.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: Can i not answer this?]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherilyn Jie-Jie is leaving! -sniff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must visit us. And give us stuff and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i too demanding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess not! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned sign language! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bai Jian Shi-Fu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Stupid Flying Walking Pineapple!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i sprained my ankle yesterday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so today i was limping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i didn't wear my shoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ms Ong showed the Fear Factor thingy to the whole sec 1 cohort. I feel deaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, deaded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is ruined. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be getting out of here. But we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if you're reading this. Or if you're even here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i just want to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Believe in yourself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i believe in you.&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/6258537-110553132304694029?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110553132304694029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110553132304694029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110553132304694029' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-110537061445366811</id><published>2005-01-10T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T23:23:34.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: HyPeD!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Qian-Ge did this and got TCH for all, XD I shall do and see what i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/singapore/1052924709_resacslogo.gif" border="0" alt="acs"&gt;&lt;br&gt;YOU ARE AN Anglo-Chinese School (Independent) BOY!&lt;br /&gt;You are a sweet-natured person, though constantly&lt;br&gt;seeking attention and affirmation from your&lt;br&gt;peers. You are not very hard working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/singapore/quizzes/Which%20Singapore%20School%20are%20YOU%20FROM%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Singapore School are YOU FROM?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an ACSI boy! You love to act cool, and most&lt;br&gt;of the time, you pull it off. The girls seem to&lt;br&gt;like this style, so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/telrunya/quizzes/Which%20school%20in%20Singapore%20suits%20you%20most%3F/"&gt;Which school in Singapore suits you most?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AGAIN! XD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-110537061445366811?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110537061445366811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110537061445366811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110537061445366811' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-110509957757102451</id><published>2005-01-07T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T20:07:29.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: My back aches. Is that counted?]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherilyn Jie Jie! Sherilyn Jie Jie! w00tZ! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loveth my mortal who has a nice name. But i shall not specify in case she is as nuts as i was last year to search for my angel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she looks really guai. Like.. Renee. A bit. -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog about PAT in the team blog in case she findeth out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be a fan of Marks And Spencers too! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is sweet, and fitting, to die for one's country.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-110509957757102451?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110509957757102451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110509957757102451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110509957757102451' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-110422054984950974</id><published>2004-12-28T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T15:55:49.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: Revived.]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was MIA for awhile, church camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worship was brill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so sad. Next year the Sec 4s going then they cannot play for the Worship anymore. -is sad-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's so cool! Majorly cool Bassist. And she taught me a little bit of bass! Yay! I can play bass now! -bounces- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are God in heaven&lt;br /&gt;And here am I on earth&lt;br /&gt;So I'll let my words be few&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I am so in love with You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll stand in awe of You, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll stand in awe of You&lt;br /&gt;And I'll let my words be few&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I am so in love with You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplest of all love songs&lt;br /&gt;I want to bring to You&lt;br /&gt;So I'll let my words be few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus, I am so in love with You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so in love with you.&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/6258537-110422054984950974?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110422054984950974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110422054984950974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110422054984950974' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-110389694196254294</id><published>2004-12-24T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T22:02:21.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: Hehe.]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listen up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are crooks in this here West&lt;br /&gt;Who have claimed to be the best,&lt;br /&gt;And think they wrote the book on how to rustle.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as good as they may be,&lt;br /&gt;Not a one's as good as me,&lt;br /&gt;An' I barely have to move a single muscle!&lt;br /&gt;They call me mean, boys-&lt;br /&gt;Depraved and nasty too.&lt;br /&gt;And they ain't seen, boys,&lt;br /&gt;The cruelest thing I do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle!&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest way of rustlin' yet devised!&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle!&lt;br /&gt;Why, looky how them cows git hypnotized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He don't prod, he don't yell,&lt;br /&gt;Still he drives them dogies well,&lt;br /&gt;Which ain't easy when your chaps are labeled XXXXL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if yer lookin' from a bovine point of view,&lt;br /&gt;I sure can yodel-adle-eedle-idle&lt;br /&gt;Yodel-adle-eedle-idle&lt;br /&gt;Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go, boys!&lt;br /&gt;Five thousand cattle in the side pocket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yodeling]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can yodel-adle-eedle-odle&lt;br /&gt;A sound them cattle truly take to heart!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I can yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle!&lt;br /&gt;An' smack my big ol' rump if that ain't art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He don't rope-&lt;br /&gt;Not a chance!&lt;br /&gt;He just puts 'em in a trance!&lt;br /&gt;He's a pioneer Pied Piper in ten-gallon underpants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! I'm the real rip-roarin' deal to those who moo!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my yodel-adle-eedle-idle&lt;br /&gt;Dodle-adle-eedle-idle&lt;br /&gt;I got the cattle out the ol' wazoo!&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can &lt;b&gt;yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo!&lt;br /&gt;Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;^^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH HOME ON THE RANGE! The soundtrack's great. The movie's quite normal but the concept's really interesting. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;b&gt;READ THE PREVIOUS ENTRY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo! Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-110389694196254294?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110389694196254294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110389694196254294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110389694196254294' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-110378786875015709</id><published>2004-12-23T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T15:44:28.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: Broke. o[$.$]o]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall never try to &lt;b&gt;buy presents for 50-odd people&lt;/b&gt; again. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-falls on floor and goes into coma-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me wants the new avvie! But i can't afford the screwy things she asks for. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh and i'm collecting Seasonal Evil Coconuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.neopets.com/items/spo_coconut_xmas.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-110378786875015709?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110378786875015709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110378786875015709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110378786875015709' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-110333459062881461</id><published>2004-12-18T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T09:50:22.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: Tired. -yawn-]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 7 words to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;My Sister Snores Like A Bulldozer.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nono. Louder than a bulldozer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Need Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i threw my pillow at her last night but she KEPT ON SLEEPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&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/6258537-110333459062881461?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110333459062881461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110333459062881461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110333459062881461' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-110234299973196037</id><published>2004-12-06T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T22:23:19.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: ^^]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Sharon is Better! Chu Ting is Fatter!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-110234299973196037?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110234299973196037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110234299973196037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110234299973196037' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-110198911124859068</id><published>2004-12-02T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T20:05:11.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: Tired.]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turfing is tiring. Mwahaha. Being the SandMan is fun though. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After turfing went to Jelita but didn't want to eat Pizza Hut so got a Slurpee and this looooooong Baguette and a Honey-Glazed Chikin. Then took bus back to school and ate OUTSIDE AUDI with Chunhui. XD Hyper us. Got the sand out of our shoes and dumped it a bunch of ants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were discussing the number of CCAs in school today. Hehe. Like Guides and Band (we could hear them) and we were saying how much we looked like gangsters (The Pinnacle Of Gangsterism in NY)! XD Like, tucked out dirty shirts, no shoes, sand in hair, eating like &lt;s&gt;pigs&lt;/s&gt; goats and horses. XD Nvm if you don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And String Ensemble actually was in school. oO Kristie and Renee and 2 other Strings people went to SWING. Weirdly, it would be like somewhere in the middle of Training or Practice or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I don't know. It was a weird feeling.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been playing KoL! XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OrkFia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Neopets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And quite a few more games i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have been customizing me 4wD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me has fun doing lame things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The K1s were difficult. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except Caleb! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girls (but that's normal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like Caleb. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And easy to control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And he calls me KorKor. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perfect 10 List&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25/11/2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07:13p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;72346&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prev_song: 1985 by BOWLING FOR SOUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curr_song: NOBODY"S HOME by AVRIL LAVIGNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next_song: 7 DAYS by CRAIG DAVID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24/11/2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06:09p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;72346&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prev_song: IS IT "COS I"M COOL? by MOUSSE T...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curr_song: PREDICTABLE by GOOD CHARLOTTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next_song: DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT by TOPLOADER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22/11/2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:42p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;72346&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prev_song: BREATHE by FABOLOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curr_song: ONE THING by FINGER ELEVEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next_song: YOU HAD ME by JOSS STONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmf. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-110198911124859068?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110198911124859068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110198911124859068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110198911124859068' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-110109245707942920</id><published>2004-11-22T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T11:06:27.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: ..I don't know.]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Will spend the rest of this week &lt;s&gt;murdering&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;teaching&lt;/b&gt; K1 kids. Mwahahaha. I realize that as i grow i teach younger and younger kids. Haha. But it will be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm missing more training. &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now with new motivation (dearest new el and lit teacher) i'll work a lot harder. -throttles a certain someone-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/Aeon65/1089240985_imalswpic1.jpg" border="0" alt="Wolf"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wolf ~ Wolves are also regarded as path finders and teachers. Wolf is represented by the constellation Sirius, the Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Zuni tradition the Wolf symbolizes the direction East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf's Wisdom Includes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Facing the end of one's cycle with dignity and courage&lt;br /&gt;-Death and rebirth&lt;br /&gt;-Spirit teaching&lt;br /&gt;-Guidance in dreams and meditations&lt;br /&gt;-Instinct linked with intelligence&lt;br /&gt;-Social and familial values&lt;br /&gt;-Outwitting enemies&lt;br /&gt;-Loyalty&lt;br /&gt;-Steadfastness&lt;br /&gt;-Perseverance&lt;br /&gt;-Taking advantage of change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;If you enjoy this quiz please rate, and I may do some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Aeon65/quizzes/Animal%20Spirit%20Guides%20~%20Which%20One%20Calls%20To%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Animal Spirit Guides ~ Which One Calls To You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always respected the wolf.&lt;br /&gt;Solitary animal.&lt;br /&gt;Independent.&lt;br /&gt;Yet able to live with company.&lt;br /&gt;The sort of life i'd wanna lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway.&lt;br /&gt;Solitude.&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoneWolf-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I'm confused now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i should stop interfering in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's going crazy. I want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tell me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think i have a right to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess at least you're having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That when we needed the new member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely asking you wasn't a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever." you'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're a band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll always be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not in presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in some way that i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it will still be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-110109245707942920?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110109245707942920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110109245707942920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110109245707942920' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-110074339083270662</id><published>2004-11-18T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T10:03:10.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: Not As Sick As Yesterday.]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been sick for a long time. Since Monday. Bleah. &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me no feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahaha~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hamster! And after much deliberation(sp.?), &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And names such as Sleese, Nawab, Sahib, Davina etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to name it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-drumroll-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Achar the Nawab!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite it being Female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either no one read 20041111 entry or no one found it funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was for entertainment friends. Entertainment!&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/6258537-110074339083270662?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110074339083270662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110074339083270662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110074339083270662' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-110026181651383823</id><published>2004-11-12T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T20:16:56.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: Heh.]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay look guys. We did not screw up. We did not. Have more faith in yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Confidence.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT anyone's indian boyfriend. And not anyone's Shuai-Ge. &lt;b&gt;Got that?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am perfectly happy without any of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit i was planning something but they have been long abandoned. So forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16-18 Nov. 2.30PM at the entrance of Downtown East. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring stuff that fit your personality. Junkies! Wahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-110026181651383823?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110026181651383823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110026181651383823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110026181651383823' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-110026104491348115</id><published>2004-11-11T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T20:04:04.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: &gt;&lt;]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auditions Tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JiaYou guys. We can do it! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think i've said this like a million times before. But who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Opening of The Forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;-Opening of Taxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-deep breath-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Renee's Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cK delieverd it. Got to the gate a t approximately 3.23PM. Places Item 82111104 (Guess why.) at the gate. Informed receipient, who replied at 3.27PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82111104 AKA The Little Present was left at the gate. This all despite the receipient arguing that it will 'die' and she will not take it in and that she'll throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TLP waits patiently. cK leaves site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At approximately 4.20PM, Receipient gets home, despite that original statement that she will only be home at 10.00PM. Her 'dear mum &lt;b&gt;forced&lt;/b&gt; me (her) to take it in'&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. At least &lt;b&gt;TLP IS SAFE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;[MISSION ACCOMPLISHED]&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied to deliver TLP. Shall not elaborate. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-110026104491348115?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110026104491348115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110026104491348115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110026104491348115' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-110009538061164211</id><published>2004-11-10T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T22:04:03.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had band practice! And it was great! i didn't screw up that much wahahaha. -_-ll My Happy Ending is for one with a huge range. And Er-jie and Mei pulled it off! ^^ Yay haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday 9+ in the morning at Val's k.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need to confirm can ask her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Er-Jie got through her audition thing! Yay Er-Jie! She sang Don't Say You Love Me by M2M. M2M sings her genre. So innocent. XD Maybe we should keep that in mind the next time we choose songs. Mmm yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Don't Say You Love Me]&lt;/b&gt; M2M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got introduced to you by a friend&lt;br /&gt;You were cute and all that&lt;br /&gt;Baby you set the trend&lt;br /&gt;Yes you did, oh&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I know we're down at the cinema&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting there and you said you love me&lt;br /&gt;What's that about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're moving too fast, I don't understand you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready yet, baby I can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;No I can't&lt;br /&gt;The best I can do is tell you to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;It's possible, eventual&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you love me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know me&lt;br /&gt;If you really want me&lt;br /&gt;Then give me some time&lt;br /&gt;Don't go there baby&lt;br /&gt;Not before I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;Don't say your heart's in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we're gonna get married&lt;br /&gt;Give me, give me some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I play, here's where you stand&lt;br /&gt;Here's what to prove to get any further than where it's been&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it clear, not gonna tell you twice&lt;br /&gt;Take it slow, you keep pushing me&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you love me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't say you love me, baby&lt;br /&gt;If you really want me&lt;br /&gt;Then give me some time&lt;br /&gt;Give me some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't say you love &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then give &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;her&lt;/b&gt; some time&lt;br /&gt;Don't go there baby&lt;br /&gt;Not before &lt;s&gt;I'm&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;she's&lt;/b&gt; ready&lt;br /&gt;Don't say your heart's in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;It's not like &lt;s&gt;we're&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;you're&lt;/b&gt; gonna get married&lt;br /&gt;Give &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;her&lt;/b&gt;, give &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;her&lt;/b&gt; some time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-110009538061164211?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110009538061164211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/110009538061164211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110009538061164211' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109987356424389706</id><published>2004-11-08T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T08:32:33.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have managed to borrow a digital drum set. w00h00! Now we can practise properly. Doesn't work all too well. The sound isn't like great but i guess the effect's there. Not as sensitive but wahahaha still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/117703/yamaha_dd50.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want new drum sticks. And more practice. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the weirdest dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #C2CEDB" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="270"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="color: black; background: #eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Global Personality Test Results&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stability&lt;/b&gt; (76%) high which suggests you are very relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic..&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Orderliness&lt;/b&gt; (29%) low which suggests you are overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense too often of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Extraversion&lt;/b&gt; (22%) low which suggests you are very reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and secretive.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global.html"&gt;Take Free Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day it is officially over. But she might decide to extend it, &lt;br /&gt;being the evil eX that she is. -sigh- ohwell. Either way, i'm ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And from today, it's 3 days to The Forgotten. I won't forget. &lt;br /&gt;Just wondering how should i do it. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being Avoided Is More Painful Than Being Dao-ed.&lt;/b&gt; Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109987356424389706?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109987356424389706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109987356424389706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109987356424389706' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109945048707913779</id><published>2004-11-02T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T10:54:47.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: ???]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GET WELL SOON DAVINA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blogging before going to sleep. Not shower, not change, but blog. How nice. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;213 and 212 were really good yesterday. Second Variety. Mwahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qian + Rachel = &lt;3&lt;/b&gt; XD Perfect couple. -nudgenudge-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! My name is &lt;b&gt;Bloody Poser&lt;/b&gt;! And &lt;b&gt;Bloody Lamer&lt;/b&gt;! And of course, some people think that &lt;b&gt;Shuai-Ge&lt;/b&gt; is a suitable nickname for me. I disagree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think i'm shuai? No right? I'm just a normal guy. -nods frantically-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NY at night is great for solitude. Great sky, nicely quiet. Brill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days. Oh wait no. &lt;b&gt;2 more days and 23hrs 59mins.&lt;/b&gt; Nearly there. -hopes for no extension-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109945048707913779?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109945048707913779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109945048707913779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109945048707913779' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109904717472223815</id><published>2004-10-29T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T18:52:54.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Ah yes. I ran back to get my dear skateboard. But i skated back and Ms Ow Saw and called me crazy Mwahahaha. ^^ Never knew she used that sort of language. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall train hard to make up for what i'm going to miss. I shall make it constructive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD I cannot believe what everyone is wearing for CL Speech. It's so oddly familiar -hint- M00haha. ^^ I shall work on pulling on the shirt. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Runaway Train]&lt;/b&gt; Soul Asylum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call you up in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;b&gt;a firefly without a light&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there like a blow torch burning&lt;br /&gt;I was a key that could use a little turning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired that I couldn't even sleep&lt;br /&gt;So many secrets I couldn't keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Promised myself I wouldn't weep&lt;br /&gt;One more promise I couldn't keep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems &lt;b&gt;no one can help me now&lt;br /&gt;I'm in too deep&lt;br /&gt;There's no way out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I have really led myself astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway train never going back&lt;br /&gt;Wrong way on a one way track&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I should be getting somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm neither here nor there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you &lt;b&gt;help me remember how to smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it somehow all seem worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How on earth did I get so jaded&lt;br /&gt;Life's mystery seems so faded&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can go where no one else can go&lt;br /&gt;I know what no one else knows&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am just drownin' in the rain&lt;br /&gt;With a ticket for a runaway train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything seems cut and dry&lt;br /&gt;Day and night, earth and sky&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I just don't believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a ticket for a runaway train&lt;br /&gt;Like a madman laughin' at the rain&lt;br /&gt;Little out of touch, little insane&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;b&gt;easier than dealing with the pain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runaway train never comin' back&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway train tearin' up the track&lt;br /&gt;Runaway train burnin' in my veins&lt;br /&gt;Runaway but it &lt;b&gt;always seems the same&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Noel]&lt;/b&gt; Animaniacs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To spell Santa's name, is easy to do.&lt;br /&gt;You write S, A, N, T, and another A too.&lt;br /&gt;But No L, No L, Santa's name has no L.&lt;br /&gt;And he wun be too pleased if you don't learn to spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack and Jill went up a hill to fetch water from a well,&lt;br /&gt;But when neither would go find it, Jill started to yell.&lt;br /&gt;"No well, no well, can't believe there's no well! &lt;br /&gt;We walked all the way here and I'm mad can't you tell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Ahab took his crew and harpoon and set sail.&lt;br /&gt;And he called out to ships "Have you seen the white whale?"&lt;br /&gt;"No whale, No whale, No we ain't seen no whale.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a couple of dolphins, and a big yellow tail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you listen to this tune, then you probably can tell.&lt;br /&gt;That you've heard this before, and it's a song you know well.&lt;br /&gt;Know Well, Know Well, it's a song you know well.&lt;br /&gt;And we've ruined it completely so we all say "Oh Well"&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, Oh Well, and we just say Oh Well.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to you and a joyous Noel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;^^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109904717472223815?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109904717472223815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109904717472223815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109904717472223815' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109895866603959123</id><published>2004-10-28T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T18:17:46.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers have this thing against skateboarding. Losers. =P I want a new board. &gt;&lt; $190. -sigh- And electric guitar. $300. Ohwell. I have other things to buy before "The Forgotten" opens.  2/3 down, 1/3 to go. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mwahahaha i have "Bling" ^^ Big shirt. Hehe. Bling! ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom finally learnt how to skateboard! Yay! -gringrin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's going on. -confused- Why you guys fighting. What's the point. In the end we're still oneeleven04. Nothing will change that. No point arguing or getting offended by whatever. Don't get so pissed. No point is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to let you do back-up. Refuse. No. A band plays together. And no one comes in. No one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Welcome To My Life]&lt;/b&gt; Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down? &lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel out of place? &lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you &lt;b&gt;just don't belong &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one understands you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wanna run away? &lt;br /&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room? &lt;br /&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud &lt;br /&gt;That no one hears you screaming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like &lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels alright &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don't know what it's like to be like me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt &lt;br /&gt;To feel lost &lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be kicked &lt;br /&gt;When you're down &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around &lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down &lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you &lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else? &lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out? &lt;br /&gt;Are you &lt;/b&gt;desperate to find something more &lt;br /&gt;Before your life is over &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate? &lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of everyone around? &lt;br /&gt;With the big fake smiles and stupid lies &lt;br /&gt;While deep inside you're bleeding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like &lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels alright &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like to be like me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt &lt;br /&gt;To feel lost &lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be kicked &lt;br /&gt;When you're down &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around &lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down &lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you &lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face &lt;br /&gt;And no one ever stabbed you in the back &lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm happy &lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna be ok &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted &lt;br /&gt;You never had to work it was always there &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like &lt;br /&gt;What it's like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt &lt;br /&gt;To feel lost &lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be kicked &lt;br /&gt;When you're down &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around &lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down &lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you &lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Welcome to my life &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[We're All To Blame]&lt;/b&gt; Sum 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take everything left from me &lt;br /&gt;All &lt;br /&gt;To &lt;br /&gt;Blame &lt;br /&gt;How can we still succeed, taking what we don't need? &lt;br /&gt;Telling lies, alibis, selling all the hate that we breed. &lt;br /&gt;Supersize our tragedy. &lt;br /&gt;(you cant define me, or justify greed) &lt;br /&gt;Bought in the land of the free! &lt;br /&gt;(Land! free!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're all to blame, &lt;br /&gt;We've gone too far, &lt;br /&gt;From pride to shame, &lt;br /&gt;We're trying so hard, &lt;br /&gt;We're dying in vain, &lt;br /&gt;We're hopelessly blissful and blind &lt;br /&gt;To all we are, &lt;br /&gt;We want it all..with no sacrifice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize we spend our lives living in a culture of fear. &lt;br /&gt;Stand to salute and say thanks to the man of the year. &lt;br /&gt;How did we all come to this? &lt;br /&gt;(you cant define me, or justify greed) &lt;br /&gt;Agreed that we just can't resist! &lt;br /&gt;(Resist!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're all to blame, &lt;br /&gt;We've gone too far, &lt;br /&gt;From pride to shame, &lt;br /&gt;We're trying so hard, &lt;br /&gt;We're dying in vain, &lt;br /&gt;We're hopelessly blissful and blind &lt;br /&gt;To all we are, &lt;br /&gt;We want it all &lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants it all with &lt;b&gt;no sacrifice!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, what have we done? We don't know. &lt;br /&gt;I can't allow what is begun to tear me down, &lt;br /&gt;Believe me now, we have no choice &lt;br /&gt;With our backs against the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're all to blame, &lt;br /&gt;We've gone too far, &lt;br /&gt;From pride to shame, &lt;br /&gt;We're hopelessly blissful and blind &lt;br /&gt;When all we need &lt;br /&gt;Is something true &lt;br /&gt;to believe &lt;br /&gt;Don't we all, &lt;br /&gt;Everyone, everyone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We will fall. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're all to blame &lt;br /&gt;We've gone too far, &lt;br /&gt;From pride to shame, &lt;br /&gt;We're trying so hard, &lt;br /&gt;We're dying in vain, &lt;br /&gt;We want it all, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyone, don't we all? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109895866603959123?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109895866603959123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109895866603959123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109895866603959123' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109845121261410690</id><published>2004-10-22T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T21:20:12.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay yay yay yay! CBall was great. Yeah. Plates played well. &lt;b&gt;Great job guys.&lt;/b&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T CRY -_-ll It was painful. &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Talk To Me] Smash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every night I hear you cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna tell me why&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of up without you&lt;br /&gt;Many misunderstand but &lt;br /&gt;When I reach and touch your hand&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me million miles &lt;br /&gt;Away from me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Baby but I'm right beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me &lt;br /&gt;That's what my love is here for&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand to see &lt;br /&gt;Those tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything that takes &lt;br /&gt;To make it right&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever so hard to say&lt;br /&gt;Whatever makes you turn away&lt;br /&gt;Can't be any worse than I imagine&lt;br /&gt;You gotta tell me what you need from me&lt;br /&gt;So hold you close so set you free&lt;br /&gt;Coz' &lt;b&gt;I just wanna see you smile again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help you &lt;br /&gt;If you keep me in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Open up your breaking heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;That's what my love is here for&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand to see &lt;br /&gt;Those tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything that takes &lt;br /&gt;To make it right&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to ease &lt;br /&gt;The pain you're going through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby tell me what to do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;That's what my love is here for&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand to see &lt;br /&gt;Those tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything that takes &lt;br /&gt;To make it right&lt;br /&gt;Should I hold you close &lt;br /&gt;So set you free to fly&lt;br /&gt;Baby &lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Angels] Robbie Williams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and wait&lt;br /&gt;Does an angel contemplate my fate&lt;br /&gt;And do they know&lt;br /&gt;The places where we go&lt;br /&gt;When we're grey and old&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I have been told&lt;br /&gt;That salvation lets their wings unfold&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm lying in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts running through my head&lt;br /&gt;And I feel that love is dead&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving angels instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through it all &lt;br /&gt;She offers me protection&lt;br /&gt;A lot of love and affection&lt;br /&gt;Whether I'm right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;And down the waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it may take me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know that life won't break me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come to call &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She won't forsake me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving angels instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling weak&lt;br /&gt;And my pain walks down a one way street&lt;br /&gt;I look above&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll always be blessed with love&lt;br /&gt;And as the feeling grows&lt;br /&gt;She brings flesh to my bones&lt;br /&gt;And when love is dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm loving angels instead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Gravity] Embrace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, &lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time coming, &lt;br /&gt;And i can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;Such a long time running,&lt;br /&gt;And i can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear my heart beating?&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear that sound?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause i can't help thinking&lt;br /&gt;That i don't look down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i looked up at the sun&lt;br /&gt;And i could see&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the way that gravity turns for you and me&lt;br /&gt;And then i looked up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;And saw the sun&lt;br /&gt;And the way that gravity turns on everyone&lt;br /&gt;On everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Such a long, long time&lt;br /&gt;And i can't stop smiling,&lt;br /&gt;Oh i can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear my heart beating?&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear that sound?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause i can't stop crying&lt;br /&gt;And i won't look down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i looked up at the sun&lt;br /&gt;And i could see&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the way that gravity turns on you and me&lt;br /&gt;And then i looked up at the sun&lt;br /&gt;And saw the sky&lt;br /&gt;And the way that gravity pulls on you and i&lt;br /&gt;On you and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Girl From Yesterday] The Eagles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really sad &lt;br /&gt;The way they said good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it just hurt so bad &lt;br /&gt;She couldn't cry&lt;br /&gt;He packed his things &lt;br /&gt;Walked out the door and drove away&lt;br /&gt;And she became &lt;br /&gt;The girl from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a plane across the sea&lt;br /&gt;To some foreign land&lt;br /&gt;She stayed at home and tried to understand&lt;br /&gt;How someone who had been so close could be so far away&lt;br /&gt;And she became the girl from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know what's right&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;She only knows the pain that comes &lt;br /&gt;From waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;And she doesn't count the teardrops&lt;br /&gt;That she's cried while he's away&lt;br /&gt;Because she knows deep in her heart&lt;br /&gt;That he'll be back someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light's on in the window &lt;br /&gt;he's waiting by the phone&lt;br /&gt;Talking to a memory &lt;br /&gt;That's never coming home&lt;br /&gt;She dreams of his returning &lt;br /&gt;And the things that he might say&lt;br /&gt;But she'll always be &lt;br /&gt;The girl from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;She'll always be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The girl from yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Hotel California] The Eagles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a dark desert highway&lt;br /&gt;Cool wind in my hair&lt;br /&gt;Warm smell of colitas&lt;br /&gt;Rising up through the air&lt;br /&gt;Up ahead in the distance&lt;br /&gt;I saw a shimmering light&lt;br /&gt;My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop for the night&lt;br /&gt;There she stood in the doorway&lt;br /&gt;I heard the mission bell&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;This could be Heaven or this could be Hell&lt;br /&gt;Then she lit up a candle&lt;br /&gt;And she showed me the way&lt;br /&gt;There were voices down the corridor&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard them say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Hotel California&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely place&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely face&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of room at the Hotel California&lt;br /&gt;Any time of year&lt;br /&gt;You can find it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mind is Tiffany twisted&lt;br /&gt;She's got the Mercedes bends&lt;br /&gt;She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys&lt;br /&gt;That she calls friends&lt;br /&gt;How they dance in the courtyard&lt;br /&gt;Sweet summer sweat&lt;br /&gt;Some dance to remember&lt;br /&gt;Some dance to forget&lt;br /&gt;So I called up the Captain&lt;br /&gt;Please bring me my wine&lt;br /&gt;He said&lt;br /&gt;We haven't had that spirit here &lt;br /&gt;Since 1969&lt;br /&gt;And still those voices &lt;br /&gt;Are calling from far away&lt;br /&gt;Wake you up in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear them say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Hotel California&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely Place&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely Place (background)&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely face&lt;br /&gt;They're livin' it up at the Hotel California&lt;br /&gt;What a nice surprise&lt;br /&gt;What a nice surprise (background)&lt;br /&gt;Bring your alibies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirrors on the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Pink champagne on ice&lt;br /&gt;And she said&lt;br /&gt;We are all just prisoners here&lt;br /&gt;Of our own device&lt;br /&gt;And in the master's chambers&lt;br /&gt;They gathered for the feast&lt;br /&gt;They stab it with their steely knives&lt;br /&gt;But they just can't kill the beast&lt;br /&gt;Last thing I remember&lt;br /&gt;I was running for the door&lt;br /&gt;I had to find the passage &lt;br /&gt;Back to the place I was before&lt;br /&gt;Relax said the nightman&lt;br /&gt;We are programed to receive&lt;br /&gt;You can check out any time you like&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;b&gt;you can never leave&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Don't Wanna Miss A Thing] Aerosmith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could stay awake &lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you breathing,&lt;br /&gt;Watch you smile &lt;br /&gt;While you are sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;While you're far away &lt;br /&gt;And dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I could spend my life &lt;br /&gt;In this sweet surrender&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could stay lost &lt;br /&gt;In this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;Every moment spent with you &lt;br /&gt;Is a moment i treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to close my eyes &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall asleep &lt;br /&gt;Cause I miss you baby &lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing,&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss you baby &lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying close to you &lt;br /&gt;Feeling your heart beating,&lt;br /&gt;And i'm wondering &lt;br /&gt;What you're dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing,&lt;br /&gt;And then I kiss your eyes &lt;br /&gt;And thank god we're together,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna stay with you &lt;br /&gt;In this moment &lt;b&gt;Forever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss one smile&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss one kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just want to be with you &lt;br /&gt;Right here with you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like this&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold you close&lt;br /&gt;I'll feel your heart so close to mine&lt;br /&gt;And just stay here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;For all of the rest of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to close my eyes, &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall asleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't want to miss a thing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109845121261410690?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109845121261410690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109845121261410690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109845121261410690' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109791818372638213</id><published>2004-10-16T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T17:16:23.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: ^^ ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of those who didn't understand what i was rapping during EL Speech, here it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;[SAR-vivor Rap]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah steady ah... huhuh&lt;br /&gt;Phua Chu Kang is here to rap ah, huhuh&lt;br /&gt;Listen ah?&lt;br /&gt;Hgh kmmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say leh, some say lah&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Phua says, time to fight SARS&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans, we have a part to play&lt;br /&gt;To be SARS free, at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your hands, whenever you can&lt;br /&gt;Wash with soap, then at least got hope&lt;br /&gt;When you get home, take a bath quickly&lt;br /&gt;Kiasu a bit, be safe, not SAR-ry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to travel to SARS countries&lt;br /&gt;Wait a few months lah, wait and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eh why you rush to catch that plane?&lt;br /&gt;Use internet lah, use your brain!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting protection from this virus&lt;br /&gt;Means getting healthy, inside us&lt;br /&gt;Don't work too much until you're sick&lt;br /&gt;Get exercise and get yourself fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good nutrition and vitamins&lt;br /&gt;Help you to pass the immunity challenge&lt;br /&gt;Eat your proteins, carbo and fibre&lt;br /&gt;Then you can be a, "SAR-vivor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCK say don't play play&lt;br /&gt;Or this stupid SARS is here to stay&lt;br /&gt;But we can fight this, you and me&lt;br /&gt;Help fight SARS in our country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor, not going to give up&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor, I'm going to make it&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor, not going to give up&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor, I'm going to make it&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor, not going to give up&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor, I'm going to make it&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor, not going to give up&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor, I'm going to make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say leh, some say lah&lt;br /&gt;Spread kaya, but don't spread SARS&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans, we have a part to play&lt;br /&gt;To help fight SARS at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're sick, don't go to work&lt;br /&gt;Even if your boss ahem, is a jerk huh&lt;br /&gt;Don't be hero and continue working&lt;br /&gt;Wait the whole company kena quarantine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're sick, see a doctor&lt;br /&gt;See the same one, don't be a doc hopper&lt;br /&gt;Wait at the clinic, stay in one spot&lt;br /&gt;Don't spread your germs at the coffee shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you got SARS? &lt;b&gt;Call 993&lt;br /&gt;Ambulance will come for free&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To check you up at Tan Tock Seng&lt;br /&gt;Where they know about SARS like I know Ah Beng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if you kena home quarantine&lt;br /&gt;Don't you go out except, in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Tahan a while, and cooperate&lt;br /&gt;Don't give everybody a big headache ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCK say don't play play&lt;br /&gt;Or this stupid SARS is here to stay&lt;br /&gt;But we can fight this, you and me&lt;br /&gt;Help fight SARS in our country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARS SARS baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't kena &lt;br /&gt;SARS SARS baby&lt;br /&gt;Use your brain &lt;br /&gt;Use your brain &lt;br /&gt;Use your brain&lt;br /&gt;SARS SARS baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't kena &lt;br /&gt;SARS SARS baby&lt;br /&gt;Use your brain &lt;br /&gt;Use your brain &lt;br /&gt;Use your brain ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say leh, some say lah&lt;br /&gt;Keep the place clean and keep out SARS&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans, we have a part to play&lt;br /&gt;To help fight SARS at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep our country clean and green&lt;br /&gt;Because nowadays, the germs are mean&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave food for stray dogs or cats&lt;br /&gt;Unless you want to keep their germs as pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover your mouth if you cough or sneeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You think everyone want to catch your disease&lt;/b&gt; ah?&lt;br /&gt;Don't krr pui all over the place&lt;br /&gt;You might as well krr pui on my face ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw your tissues all over the shop&lt;br /&gt;Think no one see you so you don't stop lah?&lt;br /&gt;Wei, make me sick when people don't care&lt;br /&gt;Wei, &lt;b&gt;make you sick when you breathe the air&lt;/b&gt; ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when things are getting better&lt;br /&gt;Don't do things and become a regret-ter&lt;br /&gt;Think SARS is gone? Your head lah!&lt;br /&gt;But listen to me and we'll be ok lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCK say don't play play&lt;br /&gt;Or this stupid SARS is here to stay&lt;br /&gt;But we can fight this, you and me&lt;br /&gt;Help fight SARS in our country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't SARS me&lt;br /&gt;One more time ah? &lt;br /&gt;Ahem karaoke&lt;br /&gt;Can't SARS me&lt;br /&gt;Not bad ah?&lt;br /&gt;Lai, let's sing together&lt;br /&gt;Can't SARS me&lt;br /&gt;Don't be shy ah &lt;br /&gt;Don't be shy&lt;br /&gt;Eee... go!&lt;br /&gt;Can't SARS me&lt;br /&gt;SARS SARS baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't kena &lt;br /&gt;SARS SARS baby&lt;br /&gt;Use your brain &lt;br /&gt;Use your brain &lt;br /&gt;Use your brain&lt;br /&gt;SARS SARS baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't kena &lt;br /&gt;SARS SARS baby&lt;br /&gt;Use your brain &lt;br /&gt;Use your brain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Use your brain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Nauseous Nocturne&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night deprived of slumber&lt;br /&gt;Hours passing without number&lt;br /&gt;My eyes trace ‘round the room I lay&lt;br /&gt;Dripping sweat and now quite certain&lt;br /&gt;That tonight the final curtain&lt;br /&gt;Drops upon my short life’s precious play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the darkness, by the closet&lt;br /&gt;Comes a noise, much like a faucet&lt;br /&gt;Makes: a madd’ning drip-drip-dripping sound.&lt;br /&gt;It seems some ill-proportioned beast,&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating me deceased,&lt;br /&gt;Is drooling poison puddles on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A can of mace, a forty-five,&lt;br /&gt;Is all I’d need to stay alive,&lt;br /&gt;But no weapon lies within my sight.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh! A shadow’s creeping.&lt;br /&gt;Ominous and black, it’s seeping&lt;br /&gt;Slowly ‘cross a moonlit square of light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a floorboard creak&lt;br /&gt;Announces the bloodsucking freak&lt;br /&gt;Is here to steal my future years away!&lt;br /&gt;A sulf’rous smell now fills the room&lt;br /&gt;Heralding my imminent doom!&lt;br /&gt;A fang gleams in the dark and murky gray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, blood-red eyes and tentacles!&lt;br /&gt;Throbbing, pulsing ventricles!&lt;br /&gt;Mucus-oozing pores and frightful claws!&lt;br /&gt;Worse, in terms of outright scariness,&lt;br /&gt;Are the suckers multifarious&lt;br /&gt;That grab and force you in its mighty jaws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this disgusting aberration&lt;br /&gt;of nature needs no motivation&lt;br /&gt;to devour helpless children in their beds.&lt;br /&gt;Relishing despairing moans,&lt;br /&gt;It chews up kids and sucks their bones,&lt;br /&gt;And dissolves inside its mouth their li’l heads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this cause I read this not&lt;br /&gt;Two hours ago, and then I got&lt;br /&gt;The heebie-jeebies and these awful shakes.&lt;br /&gt;My parents swore upon their honour&lt;br /&gt;That I was safe, and not a goner&lt;br /&gt;I guess tomorrow they’ll see their sad mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, they’ll come in&lt;br /&gt;And say, “what was that awful din&lt;br /&gt;We heard last night? You kept us both from sleep!”&lt;br /&gt;Only then will they surmise&lt;br /&gt;The gruesome-ness of my demise&lt;br /&gt;And see that my remains are in a heap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad will look at mom and say&lt;br /&gt;“Too bad he had to go that way.”&lt;br /&gt;And mom will look at dad, and nod assent.&lt;br /&gt;Mom will add, ”still, it’s fitting,&lt;br /&gt;That as he was this world quitting,&lt;br /&gt;He should leave another mess before he went.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may not mind at first, I know.&lt;br /&gt;They will miss me later, though,&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps admit that they were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;As memories of me grow dim,&lt;br /&gt;They’ll say, “we were too strict with him.&lt;br /&gt;We should have listened to him all along.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As speedily my end approaches,&lt;br /&gt;I bid a final “buenas noches”&lt;br /&gt;To my best friends here in all the world.&lt;br /&gt;Gently snoring, whiskers seeming&lt;br /&gt;To sniff at smells (he must be dreaming)&lt;br /&gt;He lies snuggled in the blankets, curled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HEY! WAKE UP, YOU STUPID CRETIN!&lt;br /&gt;YOU GONNA SLEEP WHILE I GET EATEN?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the monster knows I’m not alone!&lt;br /&gt;There’s an animal in bed with me!&lt;br /&gt;An awful beast he did not see!&lt;br /&gt;The monster never would’ve come if he had known!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Monster, in his consternation,&lt;br /&gt;Demonstrates defenestration,&lt;br /&gt;And runs and runs and runs and runs away.&lt;br /&gt;Rid of the pest,&lt;br /&gt;Now I can rest,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my best friend, who saved the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109791818372638213?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109791818372638213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109791818372638213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109791818372638213' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109783751412185571</id><published>2004-10-15T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T18:51:54.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00h00 exams are OVER. But now we have loads of crappy speech things. &gt;&lt; I hate speech. Rarr. Oh and perverted flamers. -cracks knuckles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img SRC="http://www.ninjaturtles.com/logos/logoanim.gif" WIDTH="300" HEIGHT="111" ALT="Animated Series logo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;Heroes in a half-shell&lt;br /&gt;Turtle power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're the world's most fearsome fighting team &lt;br /&gt;(We're really hip!)&lt;br /&gt;They're heroes in a half-shell and they're green &lt;br /&gt;(Hey - get a grip!)&lt;br /&gt;When the evil Shredder attacks&lt;br /&gt;These Turtle boys don't cut him no slack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splinter taught them to be ninja teens &lt;br /&gt;(He's a radical rat!)&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo leads, Donatello does machines &lt;br /&gt;(That's a fact, Jack!)&lt;br /&gt;Raphael is cool but crude &lt;br /&gt;(Gimme a break!)&lt;br /&gt;Michaelangelo is a party dude &lt;br /&gt;(Party!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;Heroes in a half shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Turtle power!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Slope. &lt;br /&gt;Not-So-Big Slope.&lt;br /&gt;Playground Slope.&lt;br /&gt;5 Slope.&lt;br /&gt;16 Slope.&lt;br /&gt;24 Slope. &lt;br /&gt;PAP Slope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F1 Racing is fun haha. Right Liza? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a skateboarding layout. Like soon. Like now. Or maybe a TMNT layout wahahaahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109783751412185571?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109783751412185571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109783751412185571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109783751412185571' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109749742535083279</id><published>2004-10-11T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T19:24:11.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: Dunno.]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how to feel today. Because i just read jasmine's blog entry -_-ll. You should read it. Oh and i have been watching Salad Fingers. oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i bet you didn't know Renee was from MGS. oO That's kinda weird. Still can't imagine her in that uniform. Oh but i managed to imagine Salad Fingers in the uniform thanks to cousin. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine i am holding your plant hostage BWAHAHAHA. =P Haha jk. I'll bring it on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;From Jasmine's Blog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i was hanging out with the greatest renee fan -- charissa, and well, when you see her &lt;s&gt;gushing enthusiastically&lt;/s&gt; talking about renee, you have your doubts about her and tend to ask questions, like, "what do you see in renee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, as i reflect about it, it's a pretty ironic situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few months back then anybody could remember my diehard passion for lynette? whenever anyone asked me what i saw in lynette, it tended to be the fingertip, clich¨¦d answer, like, OH, LYNETTE'S SO CUTE AND HOT AND SHE PLAYS SOCCER!!11!1 i don't think i ever paused to really, seriously self-evaluate on what i thought about lynette. Yeah, only when you don't have crushes on people you actually see them in a more objective perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charissa was actually pausing -- she took rather a while, to define what she saw in renee. i think it was her pause, instead of an intuitive, spontaneous answer (like mine) that told me charissa didn't really weigh the pros and cons of a person, like some calculating individuals do, because she likes renee for that special quality, it can't be defined to the exact point, because it's attraction which is fueled by, let's say, charisma, intellect, or maybe in lynette's case, looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched charissa struggle to put her finger on WHY she liked renee -- her name is french, she's in HMP, she's studious ... charissa didn't see what people with objective perspectives do -- she was just finding reasons to support renee's uniqueness, when well, i can point out that Michelle Ng has a french name, in HMP, and studious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet the obvious thing is, MICHELLE? LIKE RENEE? OMG are you KIDDING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the lesson of the day is, how special you are is weighed differently in peoples' eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333 jassy ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is dedicated to the person whose birthday is exactly a month from now. &gt;&lt; if you know, good. If not, don't ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cannonball&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of your taste &lt;br /&gt;In my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of you &lt;br /&gt;Laced with my doubt&lt;br /&gt;Still a little hard to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's going on&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of your ghost&lt;br /&gt;Your witness&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of your face &lt;br /&gt;I haven't kissed&lt;br /&gt;You step a little closer each day&lt;br /&gt;That I can't say what's going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Love taught me to lie&lt;br /&gt;Life taught me to die&lt;br /&gt;So it's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;When you float like a cannonball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of your song &lt;br /&gt;In my ear&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of your words &lt;br /&gt;I long to hear&lt;br /&gt;You step a little closer to me&lt;br /&gt;So close that I can't see &lt;br /&gt;What's going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Love taught me to lie&lt;br /&gt;Life taught me to die&lt;br /&gt;So it's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;When you float like a cannon-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Love taught me to cry&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;b&gt;come on courage&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to be shy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;I don't want to scare her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna lose&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to grow&lt;br /&gt;When you know that you just don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1985!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie just hit the wall &lt;br /&gt;She never had it all &lt;br /&gt;One Prozac a day &lt;br /&gt;Husbands a CPA &lt;br /&gt;Her dreams went out the door &lt;br /&gt;When she turned twenty four &lt;br /&gt;Only been with one man &lt;br /&gt;What happen to her plan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was gonna be an actress &lt;br /&gt;She was gonna be a star &lt;br /&gt;She was gonna shake her ass &lt;br /&gt;On the hood of white snake’s car &lt;br /&gt;Her yellow SUV is now the enemy &lt;br /&gt;Looks at her average life &lt;br /&gt;And nothing has been alright &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springstein, Madonna &lt;br /&gt;Way before Nirvana &lt;br /&gt;There was U2 and Blondie &lt;br /&gt;And music still on MTV &lt;br /&gt;Her two kids in high school &lt;br /&gt;They tell her that she’s uncool &lt;br /&gt;But she still preoccupied &lt;br /&gt;With 19, 19, 1985 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo &lt;br /&gt;(1985) &lt;br /&gt;Woohoo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's seen all the classics &lt;br /&gt;She knows every line &lt;br /&gt;Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink &lt;br /&gt;Even Saint Elmo's Fire &lt;br /&gt;She rocked out to wham &lt;br /&gt;Not a big Limp Biscuit fan &lt;br /&gt;Thought she’d get a hand &lt;br /&gt;On a member of Duran Duran &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where’s the mini-skirt made of snake skin &lt;br /&gt;And who’s the other guy singing in Van Halen &lt;br /&gt;When did reality become T.V. &lt;br /&gt;What ever happen to sitcoms, game shows &lt;br /&gt;(on the radio there was) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springstein, Madonna &lt;br /&gt;Way before Nirvana &lt;br /&gt;There was U2 and Blondie &lt;br /&gt;And music still on MTV &lt;br /&gt;Her two kids in high school &lt;br /&gt;They tell her that she’s uncool &lt;br /&gt;But she still preoccupied &lt;br /&gt;With 19, 19, 1985 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hates time make it stop &lt;br /&gt;When did Motley Crew become classic rock? &lt;br /&gt;And when did Ozzy become an actor? &lt;br /&gt;Please make this stop &lt;br /&gt;Stop! &lt;br /&gt;And bring back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springstein, Madonna &lt;br /&gt;Way before Nirvana &lt;br /&gt;There was U2 and Blondie &lt;br /&gt;And music still on MTV &lt;br /&gt;Her two kids in high school &lt;br /&gt;They tell her that she’s uncool &lt;br /&gt;But she still preoccupied &lt;br /&gt;With 1985 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springstein, Madonna &lt;br /&gt;Way before Nirvana &lt;br /&gt;There was U2 and Blondie &lt;br /&gt;And music still on MTV &lt;br /&gt;Her two kids in high school &lt;br /&gt;They tell her that she’s uncool &lt;br /&gt;But she still preoccupied &lt;br /&gt;With 19, 19, 1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Only Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 A.M. and the rain is falling&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the crossroads once again&lt;br /&gt;You're tellin me you're so confused&lt;br /&gt;You can't make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Is this meant to be&lt;br /&gt;You're asking me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only love can say -- try again or walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I believe for you and me&lt;br /&gt;The sun will shine one day&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just play my part&lt;br /&gt;And pray you'll have a change of heart&lt;br /&gt;But I can't make you see it through&lt;br /&gt;That's something only love can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your arms as the dawn is breaking&lt;br /&gt;Face to face and a thousand miles apart&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to make you see&lt;br /&gt;There's hope beyond the pain&lt;br /&gt;If we give enough -- if we learn to trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know if I could find the words&lt;br /&gt;To touch you deep inside&lt;br /&gt;You'd give our dream just one more chance&lt;br /&gt;Don't let this be our last good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109749742535083279?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109749742535083279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109749742535083279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109749742535083279' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109671838166252883</id><published>2004-10-02T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T20:07:21.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: Owch. ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst. I was skateboarding and i Crashed into the wall -_-ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This convenient little accident is dedicated to you Mom. Happy Birthday. =) Love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;COOKIES AND CREAM!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NO I WANT CHOCOLATE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;COOKIES AND CREAM!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NO! CHOCOLATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;COOKIES AND CREAM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;MOM!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want ice-cream too. Those lucky kids in the advert. Imagine all the re-takes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00h00. First paper over now. EL was slack. Spent break playing with that Micro Machine thing. I've realized how fun it is. Maybe i shall bring BeyBlades on Monday haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh and Monkey is a great person to sing stuff with. We sang &lt;i&gt;This Love&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;She Will Be Loved&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Like A Rose&lt;/i&gt;. yay Monkey RoXoRZ. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Friend. cornered the car and got a lot of other people doing this. Mmm. At least it wasn't like the last time. -am glad- It's nice to see &lt;s&gt;her&lt;/s&gt; everyone smile. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i'm learning to skateboard! Haha. I need a better board &gt;&lt;. Get me a skateboard for my b'day next year. Of course i'd rather have an electric guitar but that's out-of-the-point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to fal and break my leg so i don't have to go for the Second Chinese Exam. Haha.. Okay nvm i'm joking. Of course if it did happen i wouldn't mind.. -_-ll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109671838166252883?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109671838166252883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109671838166252883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109671838166252883' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109585739936033017</id><published>2004-09-22T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T20:49:59.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: HypeR!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize i am almost always hyper haha. But that's okay! Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was fun! Effects of smoking. Pictures! Pictures! -watches as others throw up- Wahhaaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, if you search "NYGH" in the google image search bar, you get this picture of a woman covered in blood from Cinemorgue.com or something. Her name's Anna Nygh. oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barf and Mei have the crazy ideas. They were trying to throw coins into the pond from our classroom window. So everytime they would throw and miss. And then run downstairs, pick it up and come upstairs and try again. Hahaha so funny. Oh then they got sick of going down to pick the coins up so we cut the tassels off the Chinese New Year decoration thing and tied them to together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha it can reach Liza if she's standing downstairs but she's gotta jump haha. Oh dear i think we need more tassels. -wink-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;Today went out with Beng and Chandi after school! Haha. Went KAP and we bought a lot of ice cream haha. And we were messing around with the ice-cream and Seniors were like sitting next to us and thinking we were crazy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then we went Beng's house! And crazy Chandi threw bread and coins into the fish tank! Poor fish nearly died whaahha. Oh and &lt;b&gt; WE HID BENG'S SOCKS IN THE FREEZER!&lt;/b&gt; AHAHAHAHAHA. Poor Beng nearly died. And we locked Beng in his house. And  we hid Beng's School shoes. And we raided Beng's Fridge. Poor Beng. -snigger-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-mutilation is bad. Do NOT do it. Just because you feel like it. Just beacuse you feel it can do "stuff" for you. Like it matters when you're totally in pain and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who's been doing it, stop right now. Like now. Like don't do it anymore. Cause it's not just bad for you. It also hurts others around you who care for you. Those who hurt when they see you in that state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't. You hurt others, maybe even more than you hurt you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109585739936033017?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109585739936033017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109585739936033017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109585739936033017' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109542318218379709</id><published>2004-09-17T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T20:43:37.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: Don't Matter.]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Entry! Contains all the Hillsong lyrics from &lt;b&gt;You Are My World&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Your Love Is Beautiful]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You surrounded me with songs of praise&lt;br /&gt;You have brought me to this place&lt;br /&gt;Where your love and grace &lt;br /&gt;Move within my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now Your message is my light&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Your love is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;It's the reason why I sing&lt;br /&gt;All around the world, &lt;br /&gt;Let the praise begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All around the world, &lt;br /&gt;Let the praise begin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planted here by the waters &lt;br /&gt;And I'm living for the King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have found my peace in the house of God&lt;br /&gt;This is where I'm meant to be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[God is Great]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All creation cries to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Worship in Spirit and in truth&lt;br /&gt;Glory to the Faithful One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus Christ, God's son&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All creation gives You praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You alone are truly great&lt;br /&gt;You alone are God who reigns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For eternity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God is great&lt;/b&gt; and His praise&lt;br /&gt;Fills the earth, fills the heavens&lt;br /&gt;And Your name will be praised&lt;br /&gt;Through all the world&lt;br /&gt;God is great, sing His praise&lt;br /&gt;All the earth, all the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Cause were living for the glory&lt;br /&gt;Of Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Glory of Your name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All to You, oh God, we bring&lt;br /&gt;Jesus teach us how to live&lt;br /&gt;Let your fire burn in us&lt;br /&gt;That all may hear&lt;br /&gt;And all may see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy is the Lord&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole earth sings&lt;br /&gt;The whole earth sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[All Of My Days]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proclaim Your awesome power&lt;br /&gt;Tell of mighty deeds&lt;br /&gt;Declare Your future kingdom&lt;br /&gt;Of everlasting peace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes they look&lt;br /&gt;Unto You always&lt;br /&gt;And I am captured&lt;br /&gt;By your majesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All of my days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sing of Your greatness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All of my days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will speak of Your grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All of my days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell of Your wondrous love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your love in my life&lt;br /&gt;Your love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Your works will praise You&lt;br /&gt;Your children bless Your name&lt;br /&gt;We speak of all Your goodness&lt;br /&gt;We walk in fields of grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes they look&lt;br /&gt;Unto You always&lt;br /&gt;And I am captured&lt;br /&gt;By your majesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Emmanuel]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Together in this place of worship&lt;br /&gt;Your greatness we proclaim&lt;br /&gt;We stand as one in giving You&lt;br /&gt;All glory and acclaim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To You our hearts are open&lt;br /&gt;To You our hands we raise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Come take the place&lt;br /&gt;Of honor in our lives&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel&lt;br /&gt;Our God is with us&lt;br /&gt;Prince of peace&lt;br /&gt;Mighty one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The ever-living God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the praises of our savior&lt;br /&gt;Rise to open skies&lt;br /&gt;With the dawning of redemption&lt;br /&gt;Your glory will arise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For You alone are worthy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Zion you are praised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our Lord and King&lt;br /&gt;Forever You will reign&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel&lt;br /&gt;Our God is with us&lt;br /&gt;Prince of peace&lt;br /&gt;Mighty one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The ever-living God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[You Stand Alone]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will lay me down&lt;br /&gt;At Your feet in worship&lt;br /&gt;And listen to the sweetest sound of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God You are my God&lt;br /&gt;How my heart it longs for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm thirsty for Your presence in my world&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry out night and day for more&lt;br /&gt;To hold the majesty of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God You stand alone&lt;br /&gt;And I worship at Your throne&lt;br /&gt;I will look to see Your power and glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus Lord of all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Irresistible]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I behold your power and glory&lt;br /&gt;Bring an offering, Come before You&lt;br /&gt;Worship You Lord&lt;br /&gt;In the beauty of Your holiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whenever I call You're there&lt;br /&gt;Redeemer and friend&lt;br /&gt;Cherished beyond all words&lt;br /&gt;This love never ends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning by morning, Your mercy awakens my soul&lt;br /&gt;I lift up my eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;The wonders of heaven Opening over me&lt;br /&gt;Your goodness abounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've taken my breath away, with &lt;br /&gt;Your irresistible love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[You Are My World]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father I adore You more&lt;br /&gt;Than anything my heart could wish for&lt;br /&gt;I just want You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jesus my beloved savior&lt;br /&gt;Everything I am I owe to You&lt;br /&gt;I owe it all to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And angels come and adore You&lt;br /&gt;And we Your children worship You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are my world&lt;br /&gt;You are my God&lt;br /&gt;And I lay down my life for You&lt;br /&gt;You are my Lord&lt;br /&gt;The one I love&lt;br /&gt;No one could ever take Your place&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything I have I give to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Lord, the One I live for&lt;br /&gt;I live for You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my days are gifts from You&lt;br /&gt;I pray I'd use them as You want me to&lt;br /&gt;Use them for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And angels come and adore You&lt;br /&gt;And we your children worship You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are my world&lt;br /&gt;You are my God&lt;br /&gt;And I lay down my life for You&lt;br /&gt;You are my Lord&lt;br /&gt;The One I love&lt;br /&gt;No one could ever take Your place&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Everything That Has Breath]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Praise Him in the sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;Praise Him in the mighty heavens&lt;br /&gt;Praise Him&lt;br /&gt;All the earth praise Him&lt;br /&gt;Praise Him in His awesome power&lt;br /&gt;Praise His great and holy name&lt;br /&gt;Praise Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The whole world praise Him&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the rising of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Let His praise be heard&lt;br /&gt;From the east to the west&lt;br /&gt;And the north to south&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let everything that has breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Praise the Lord forever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let everything in my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Praise the Lord&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[God So Loved]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God so loved the world&lt;br /&gt;That He gave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God so loved the world&lt;br /&gt;That he gave his only son&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worthy is the Lamb that was slain&lt;br /&gt;Worthy is the Lamb that was slain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's risen from the dead&lt;br /&gt;He is risen&lt;br /&gt;He's high and lifted up&lt;br /&gt;Heaven and earth adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[To You]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand&lt;br /&gt;Forever in Your mighty hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Living with Your promise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on my heart&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Surrendered wholly to You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You set in Your family&lt;br /&gt;Calling me Your own&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I, I belong to You&lt;br /&gt;Lord I need&lt;br /&gt;Your Spirit, Your word, Your truth&lt;br /&gt;Hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;My deep desire&lt;br /&gt;To know You more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Your name&lt;br /&gt;I will lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;To the King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This anthem of praise I bring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;I long to love You&lt;br /&gt;With all I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I belong to You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Worthy Is The Lamb]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you for the cross, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the price You paid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bearing all my sin and shame&lt;br /&gt;In love You came&lt;br /&gt;And gave amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you for this love, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the nail pierced hands&lt;br /&gt;Washed me in Your cleansing flow&lt;br /&gt;Now all I know&lt;br /&gt;Your forgiveness and embrace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worthy is the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;Seated on the throne&lt;br /&gt;Crown You now with many crowns&lt;br /&gt;You reign victorious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High and lifted up&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Son of God&lt;br /&gt;The Darling of Heaven crucified&lt;br /&gt;Worthy is the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Worthy is the Lamb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Forever]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Worship at Your Throne&lt;br /&gt;Whisper my own love song&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart I'll sing&lt;br /&gt;For You my Dad and King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll live for all my days&lt;br /&gt;To Put a smile on Your face&lt;br /&gt;And when we finally meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It'll be for eternity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Oh how wide You open up Your arms&lt;br /&gt;When I need Your love&lt;br /&gt;And how far You would come&lt;br /&gt;If ever I was lost&lt;br /&gt;And You said that all You feel for me&lt;br /&gt;Is undying love&lt;br /&gt;That You showed me through the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll worship You my God&lt;br /&gt;I'll worship You my God&lt;br /&gt;I love You&lt;br /&gt;I love You&lt;br /&gt;Forever I will sing&lt;br /&gt;Forever I will be with You&lt;br /&gt;Be with You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[My Best Friend]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of the one called saviour?&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of his &lt;b&gt;perfect love&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of the one in Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard how he gave his son?&lt;br /&gt;Well I have found this love and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I believe in the son &lt;br /&gt;Show me your way&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I believe in the one called saviour&lt;br /&gt;I believe he's the risen one&lt;br /&gt;I believe that i'll live forever&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the king will come&lt;br /&gt;Because I have found this love and &lt;br /&gt;I believe in the son &lt;br /&gt;Show me your way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus you are my best friend and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You will always be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever change that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the one called saviour&lt;br /&gt;I believe he's the risen one&lt;br /&gt;I believe that i'll live forever&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the king will come&lt;br /&gt;Because I have found this love and &lt;br /&gt;I believe in the son &lt;br /&gt;Show me your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus you are my best friend and &lt;br /&gt;You will always be &lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever change that&lt;br /&gt;Jesus you are my best friend and &lt;br /&gt;You will always be &lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever change that&lt;br /&gt;Jesus you are my best friend and &lt;br /&gt;You will always be &lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever change that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing will ever change that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants this can borrow from me. I love this album. It absolutely RuLeZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i didn't know you, Lord, i don't know what i'd do. Thank you for being here with me through it all. Thank you, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109542318218379709?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109542318218379709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109542318218379709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109542318218379709' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109507396324094951</id><published>2004-09-13T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T19:12:43.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmh. Caffeine is good. Let's all get caffeine people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[QuotesDavina]Pooh you.[/Quote]&lt;br /&gt;[QuotesDavina]Oh Pooh.[/Quote]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[QuotesDavina]Stupid Idiot[/Quote] (Referring to ahtsai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to our poor sweet girl. awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile,&lt;br /&gt;My job is done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahha~ Today accompanied Jolyn to SIM cause she wanted to meet Cheryl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahahha~ We like got lost. And then we wanted to go to Eunos to eat ice-cream! So just after seeing her, we dragged jolyn away hahahaha. Gee that was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid, you owe me one for this. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohohohoh i got Mei that album. -grin- I suppose at least she is not as bimbo as Jessica Simpson. Bleah. Got some poster. She looks bEEmbo in that though. Ah well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oof. i think i shall have to learn NEW songs on the guitar. I shall forget &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; and get focused on the band shtuff. I learned to play Obviously on the guitar! Yay haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A CHARVEL GUITAR. -am sad-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick and Tired of this world&lt;br /&gt;There's no more air&lt;br /&gt;Trippin' over myself&lt;br /&gt;Goin' nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Suffocating&lt;br /&gt;No direction&lt;br /&gt;And I took a dive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering why&lt;br /&gt;It's only me&lt;br /&gt;Have you always been inside&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to breathe&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight&lt;br /&gt;On my face&lt;br /&gt;I wake up and yeah, I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of going under&lt;br /&gt;But now&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;Feels like nothing, no, nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;You're all I wanted&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;You're all I needed&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;You're all I wanted&lt;br /&gt;You're all I needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't forget the way you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;All that I needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way down&lt;br /&gt;I saw you&lt;br /&gt;And you saved me&lt;br /&gt;From myself&lt;br /&gt;And I won't forget&lt;br /&gt;The way you loved me&lt;br /&gt;On the way down&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell right through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I held onto you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109507396324094951?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109507396324094951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109507396324094951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109507396324094951' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109456474558131128</id><published>2004-09-07T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T21:52:54.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: ..? ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i've given up so stop bugging me about it. I don't want to get her mad at me for no reason at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly reaching&lt;br /&gt;Out for this girl&lt;br /&gt;Who's out of this world&lt;br /&gt;Believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got a &lt;s&gt;boyfriend&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;husband&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drives me round the bend&lt;br /&gt;Cos he's &lt;s&gt;23&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;13&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;s&gt;in the marines&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;related to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;He'd kill me&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;My Daddy..&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many nights now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I find myself thinking about her now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos &lt;b&gt;obviously&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's out of my league&lt;br /&gt;But how can I win&lt;br /&gt;She keeps dragging me in &lt;br /&gt;And I know I never &lt;br /&gt;Will be good enough for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No no, I never &lt;br /&gt;Will be good enough for her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta escape now&lt;br /&gt;Get on a plane now yeah&lt;br /&gt;Off to &lt;s&gt;L.A&lt;/s&gt; somewhere i can afford&lt;br /&gt;And that's where I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;For two years&lt;/s&gt; Until i forget her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put it behind me &lt;i&gt;(i wish)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to a place where she can't find me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(she's not looking anyway)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos obviously&lt;br /&gt;She's out of my league&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;Cos she'll never be mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I know I never &lt;br /&gt;Will be good enough for her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no, I never &lt;br /&gt;Will be good enough for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's out of my hands&lt;br /&gt;And I never know where I stand&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm not good enough for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cos obviously&lt;br /&gt;She's out of my league&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;cos she'll never be mine&lt;br /&gt;And I know I never &lt;br /&gt;Will be good enough for her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no, I &lt;b&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Will be good enough for her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you could see the tears &lt;br /&gt;In the world you left behind&lt;br /&gt;If only you could heal my heart &lt;br /&gt;Just one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;There's an image of your face&lt;br /&gt;And once again I come to realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a loss I can't replace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the streets of Nothingville&lt;br /&gt;Where our love was young and free&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe just what an empty place&lt;br /&gt;It has come to be&lt;br /&gt;I would give my life away&lt;br /&gt;If it could only be the same&lt;br /&gt;Cause &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't still the voice inside of me&lt;br /&gt;That is calling out your name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will never change &lt;br /&gt;The things you've told me&lt;br /&gt;After all we're meant to be &lt;br /&gt;Love will bring us back to you and me&lt;br /&gt;If only you could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soledad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's a keeping for the &lt;i&gt;lonely&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day that you were gone&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave me&lt;br /&gt;Soledad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In my heart you were the only&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your memory lives on&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave me&lt;br /&gt;Soledad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess now it's time &lt;b&gt;for me to give up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it's time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Got a picture of you beside me&lt;br /&gt;Got your lipstick mark still on your coffee cup&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;(haha)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Got a fist of pure emotion&lt;br /&gt;Got a head of shattered dreams&lt;br /&gt;Gotta leave it &lt;br /&gt;Gotta leave it all behind now..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I said &lt;br /&gt;Whatever I did &lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just want you back for good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm wrong &lt;br /&gt;Just tell me the song and I'll sing it&lt;br /&gt;You'll be right and understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unaware but underlined &lt;br /&gt;I figured out this story&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't good&lt;br /&gt;But in the corner of my mind &lt;br /&gt;I celebrated glory&lt;br /&gt;But that was not to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the twist of separation &lt;br /&gt;You excelled at being free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can't you find &lt;br /&gt;A little room inside for me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whatever I said &lt;br /&gt;Whatever I did I didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;I just want you back for good&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm wrong &lt;br /&gt;Just tell me the song and I'll sing it&lt;br /&gt;You'll be right and understood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess now it's time &lt;br /&gt;That you came back for good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(though it'll never happen..)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How can I just let you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Just let you leave without a trace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stand here taking&lt;br /&gt;Every breath with you&lt;br /&gt;You're the &lt;b&gt;only one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you just walk away from me&lt;br /&gt;When all I can do is watch you leave&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we've shared &lt;br /&gt;The laughter and the pain&lt;br /&gt;And even shared the tears&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish I could just make you &lt;br /&gt;Turn around&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and see me cry&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I need to say to you&lt;br /&gt;So many reasons why&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the &lt;b&gt;only one&lt;br /&gt;Who really knew me at all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's &lt;b&gt;just an empty space&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing left here to remind me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the memory of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at me now&lt;br /&gt;Oh there's just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But to wait for you is&lt;br /&gt;All I can do&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I've got to face&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a good look at me now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause &lt;b&gt;l'll still be standing here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you coming back to me is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Against all odds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the chance I've qot to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take a look at me now&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109456474558131128?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109456474558131128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109456474558131128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109456474558131128' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109446241896457129</id><published>2004-09-06T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T19:48:02.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: Dejected..?]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the hike was fine i guess. Was fun up the mountain cos Ms Sab was like really crazy and she made us sing and cheer haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to school a little late and ran up for my history test but i wsa late so Ms Ong made me take it later anyway. And Mei ran ut of te room and showed me this weird bottle. "Kissing Paint." Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. And Renee was going "Louise!" Not that i would ever use it. -_-ll  But i really wouldn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then i did the test and our seniors are like really spas haha. Should have seen them man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then finished the test, saw the crazy people running. Absolutely nuts i tell you. All wet. You horrible. Never call me. I could have easily gone down and picked you all up. Don't want &lt;s&gt;Renee&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;Louise&lt;/s&gt; all of them to get sick. But i suppose since i've lived through it so many times, they will too hahaha.  Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were freezing all through English. Poor them. I could have lent them a shirt but i think they'd probably not want to wear it anyway. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh- Okay. Never mind. &lt;b&gt;I shall drink more milk!&lt;/b&gt; =( Ohwell. Okay i tried but it didn't work. Don't think i want her to get more pissed with me. Yep. I'm giving up. Until i grow taller haha.. But that isn't really much of an excuse.. Ahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i say again. i didn't mean to freak her out. Just thought that if i wanted to do it i had to do it properly yeah? So i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a major drama serial. Like drama serial. Oh look. It's raining right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain&lt;br /&gt;Telling me oh what i fool i've been..&lt;br /&gt;I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain&lt;br /&gt;And let me be alone again..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even said i'd cut off all my relations to do it. But that won't make hger change her mind.. -sigh- Okay. I'm gonna live with my fate. I'm not gonna force her to do anything she doesn't want to. Just gonna give it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean you can flirt with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Constantly girl you're on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;And girl I think about you all of the time&lt;br /&gt;And even though words are hard to say,&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I miss you, &lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd feel this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep on taking, &lt;br /&gt;My heart you'll be breaking&lt;br /&gt;So why do you do this to me..?&lt;br /&gt;You know how I'm feeling &lt;br /&gt;It's you I believe in&lt;br /&gt;Baby can't you see that I need you..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see your face &lt;br /&gt;I miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;I want to let you know &lt;br /&gt;You're driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything to help you to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't think you understand &lt;br /&gt;What you're doing to me..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then &lt;br /&gt;I want to call you baby&lt;br /&gt;I say a prayer that &lt;br /&gt;You'll come back to me lady..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life ain't anything alone &lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;You're an angel in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everyday that you're closer to me...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's there &lt;br /&gt;When I call your name,&lt;br /&gt;And nights are cold, girl, &lt;br /&gt;Without your flame.&lt;br /&gt;But if I could girl &lt;br /&gt;I'd make you see.&lt;br /&gt;That I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;And that I need you here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day reminisce with the past&lt;br /&gt;Of a love that we thought would last.&lt;br /&gt;How we used to be &lt;br /&gt;When it was you and me.&lt;br /&gt;How did it all disappear so fast..&lt;br /&gt;There are days that I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;There are things that I now regret.&lt;br /&gt;I was there for you &lt;br /&gt;When you were there for me&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinkin' we were set..&lt;br /&gt;Every night &lt;br /&gt;When I'm laying in my bed&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice &lt;br /&gt;Going round in my head&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the things &lt;br /&gt;I could have done&lt;br /&gt;And all those things &lt;br /&gt;I could have said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I really will make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;I know now what I've got to do,&lt;br /&gt;It took time &lt;br /&gt;But now I've realised how much I'm missing you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109446241896457129?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109446241896457129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109446241896457129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109446241896457129' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109421574908858974</id><published>2004-09-03T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T21:55:40.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha~ JY, i did it. I did it. But she didn't accept. Yet. =( Oh well. I got a rose for her, buddy. I'm gonna try like really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why i'm doing it like this, i think we should do it properly. Like properly. Like yeah. But i suppose it might seem kinda out-of-place but.. yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhh. I'm gonna try again. I'm not sure how though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly i didn't mean to do it today. I really didn't mean to. Chan Yi kind of forced me too. Flirting with me pratically the whole day. Hmpf. Just so happened that you guys literally drove me into a corner. And Renee was in front of me so.. You get the idea. I was planning it but not so soon.. =( Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Mom gave me her blessings. I think i was on my knees for 7 minutes. Not very long.. But then Ms Chee came in. =( So i tried sticking around for awhile more. But Ms Chee got kinda PMS-y and wanted to start and Renee left. -am sad- I'll make it someday. I will. I promise i will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh i went to TM. Took a looooooong draaaaaaaggy bus ride. Then we got to TM and i got my rose. haha. I wonder if it'll last till Monday.. Oh well. Never mind. It's okay. i'll just get more if i have to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Yamaha. Wahahaha. I tried this really zai guitar. It was so cool. The feeling and the sound was really great. -am sad- I am so broke. =( But i know i should spend on -someone- and so i shall. Hahahahaha~ Okay nvm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got any odd job that i can do? Like clean toilets! Hahaha. Okay nvm. If you want you gotta pay me k. I need money to buy drumset and then electric guitar. Need. Despo liao. But nvm. Renee more impt to me. Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy i'm not flirty like you. i only want Renee. Don't need so many wives one. Really. I'm devoted. Very devoted.&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/6258537-109421574908858974?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109421574908858974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109421574908858974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109421574908858974' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109394460760027000</id><published>2004-08-31T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T17:30:07.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Teacher's Day was so fun! Wahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning i saw Friend writing something for Ms Ow. Oh man, the letter was classic. GeeZ. And Ms Ow was laughing and blushing the whole morning. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then C Div gathered and bombed Ms Ong's SMS Inbox. But Jocelyn and Ariel were having Geog Test and they couldn't be there. They got kinda pissed later. Now i feel guilty. =( Nvm. We'll do it again. With everyone this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha the concert was so fun! 404 was SO FUNNY. And 201 had this cute presentation too! And then the DANCE SEGMENT. Was flinching throughout the dance. It was good though. 'Cept the dress. But then comes 210. The once "I'm wearing long sleeves" class. They looked the same. But they couldn't convey the same cutesy feeling they used to have. Oh well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandand comes 313! Wahahaha, Michelle Koh And ZhuTing SO CUTE. &lt;b&gt;I WANNA HOLD YOU HAAAAAAND!&lt;/b&gt; Ahaha. I shall learn the song and sing it to Renee. HeeZ. &lt;b&gt;And when i touch you i feel happy insidee!&lt;/b&gt; ^^ And 311! Yeah go Sharon-Jie! Ti was cute and catchy. =) OH and 307 did this really funny skit. Wahhaahahah. Mr TAO "actually Mr Kuo" So so so so funny. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the EL Department sang this somg about Little Red Riding Hood. oO Ahahahaha~ Ms Ow looked entertained. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh then Ms Ong, Ms Sab, Ms Wong, Chen Lili and some other teacher went to dance. THEY ARE SO PRO! Oh man it was so COOL. Hahaha. I want to watch again! =)))) Ahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;From Mommy2's Blog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after that the performance was cool. mssab msong mswong &amp; chenlili went up to dance haha was cool. chenlili was rather bad but mssab and msong are teh rox0rz (: mssab is my new idol!!! can dance can sing and nice personality. and she's reaallyy good at hiphop dance (: and msong forgot some moves but she was cool anyway. she did two one-handed cartwheels across the stage and it was darn cool. and mswong did a onehand handstand and does a split in the air and flips and lands in a split position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i absolutely LOVE mitz's performance. was really amusing; the main characters were mitz and zhuting (: how sweet. &amp; they were wearing macdonalds shirts which they got from...i don't know where they got it from though haha. anyway we were singing along to the song REALLY LOUDLY. &amp; at one point in time zhuting forgot to return the rose to mitz so that she could kneel and present it to her and she stuffed it back into mitz's hand when she was kneeling haha so cute. and the last part looked as though they were reallly kissing haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; sharon/florence/siqi's class performed some line dance &amp; it was rather catchy haha was cute (: anyway i've decided siqi's darn cute like neenee hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then stayed back to wait for Joanna to finish dance. She looks very nice with the rose. Very chio. Wahahaha. But i'm devoted to Renee. Even offered to walk her to RGPS but she didn't want to let me since there were so many other RGP-ians going back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i played Soccer instead. Gary Tang &lt;s&gt;wants&lt;/s&gt;has a soccer school team. But i still can't make myself dive. Rarr. I shall have to practise. -sigh- I'm a lousy 'keeper if i can't dive. Boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nvm. Then Joanna finished and we took a bus down. Lalalala~ Got to TNS at about 12.25pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went upstairs. (Like dUh.) Saw HuiMing first i think. Ohohoh and the person who used to call me MOnSTER. Never call me that anymore. -sniff- Anyway the first thing i got was "You Cut Your Hair! So short!" Ahahaha. It isn't really. Grown a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then saw Mrs Chan. Ahahaha, she and Ethan. Ethan had this star-sticker in the middle of his forehead. ^^ So cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the guys. Ahaha. They all still the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh then Val and i went to the classrooms but there was no one there. So.. yeah. Walked back to the hall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i realized that Yining and some other ppl were coming up the stairs. And then i realized that Cherie was there. -gapes- Ahaha. Okay not really. But i was kinda surprised. TRIED to manage a smile. Wonder if it came out right. Okay nvm. So when we got to outside the hall, they were clearing out. GeeZ. Ok nvm. Then we waited. And Yining and Co. wound up there too. And then JY called. Ahahahaha~ And i was yelling into the phone and we were having this really spas conversation and they were laughing but i don't know what they were laughing about. So, yeah. Talked to more teachers. Mrs Tan says the now-AVs are really hopeless. So frustrated with them. She couldn't find the key. Ahahaahahaha. See our AV batch so good. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we tuned our guitars then went to the amphitheatre thing outside TNS. Another good place to practice. But beach more wind. And playground more inspiration. Still was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went TM. Slacked then went Toys'R'Us to drool at Millenium Falcons and such. T'was lame. Wahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[WaRNING! LONG SENTENCE AHEAD!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to the guitar shop cos val wanted to buy a pick and she got a 0.73mm one i think it was yellow for waddle and yeah whatever and we went ogling at the guitars which were like so cool but so ex and unaffordable like sozzled got funding and i need funding like that so i can get my ibanez guitar too. -sniffles- And they have a really funky drumset which is pretty okay priced compared to the rest but it's still really ex and i obviously can't afford it and this guy was playing a nice funky song on the guitar and i want to learna song like that. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then we left and went home so bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Bye! You can go now! -pokes- Go Go Go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109394460760027000?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109394460760027000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109394460760027000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109394460760027000' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109387108252969029</id><published>2004-08-30T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:04:42.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaha~ Sock is so funny. Yay! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very observant? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked Renee home today. Wasn't that far in, dear (oO). Ahahaha. My Girlfriend what..  i mean, what are boyfriends for if they don't take care of their girls right. Wahahah. Chan Yi let me marry her! Give in to me. Please please please please. I love my darling. =) She's so nice and sweet and smiley. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, i love you. Ahahaha. Renee is MINE! And i'm hers. WAHAHAHAHAHAHA~ Oh man. I don't believe this. I'm going Crazy For This Girl. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109387108252969029?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109387108252969029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109387108252969029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109387108252969029' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109369027108119711</id><published>2004-08-28T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T18:52:08.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness. Now Renee is my girlfriend. And since she is, i have to go on about her good points. Ahahhaa. Okay. Uhhhh.. She has nice legs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh and she's married to my daddy. oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was so fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so coach made us run 10 rounds around the school. Was pretty much slack-running(more)+walking(very little) so it was relaxed. 5 rounds or so later saw some people playing captain's ball. Okay not quite some. More like a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran on a little then realized which CCA it was. It was CHOIR. And i was like :"No way. That cannot be Choir PT." It was so FUN. I mean, they don't run 10 rounds or anything like that. -sniff- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ran past them about 5 more times (makes sense since i had to run 5 more rounds) and saw Joelynn and i waved and she waved and we laughed cause everyone else was in a mad scramble for the ball. Ahahaha.. I'm sadistic. It was like a battlefield. Lol. Okay nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then did weights. Was fun too! And then did fielding. I think i did grounders pretty well. 'Cept i must work on my throwing. Must be more confident in throwing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then we tried diving but i couldn't dive and so i didn't dive and i missed a lot of balls but i really couldn't dive and so i didn't and coach kept saying dive dive dive but i really couldn't and i like this sentence cos it's reallly really long and really really interesting but i'm sure you are all bored and i shall stop this really really long out-of-point sentence. Wahahaahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109369027108119711?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109369027108119711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109369027108119711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109369027108119711' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109344034154650620</id><published>2004-08-25T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T21:25:41.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR!!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DO SOMETHING ABOUT THEM RACERBACKS AND MINI-SKIRT THINGIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I suppose we were all really hyper today. Began during EL. For some weird reason Mei threw one of YZ's five-stone thingies at me. And i threw one back. Though i wasn't throwing properly. Wasn't trying to hit. But i did once or twice. Mostly they went right past her face. But i had the ammo advantage later. But i still kept missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandand Liza caught one of them in the pinchpot thing. Lol.. It was really really funny. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had class lunch! And I was slacking. And YM got food for me. So Thanks YM. ^^  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was talking with Ms Ow, and Mei was in this weird pose. She was eating something then she had this leg up on the bench. Heh. And it was funny. And i told NeNe and she laughed and everyone else laughed and Mei was looked shocked-ly at us. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wound up outside and they were poking Joanna Lee and Jayne and i promised Joanna to be her bodyguard so to speak and i was trying to teach her how to not be ticklish but i don't think she got it so i couldn't do anything wahahahaha~ and i was evil and poked her too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that really long sentence. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok nvm. And they wound up playing a game where they go and whack ppl's butts. And i abandoned the person i was supposed to body-guard. I'm evil. Ohwell. Now we have tcher's day thingy to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;404 was SO FUNNY. Oh man. All their songs.. And the Ah-Tsai imitation by Siyou was HILARIOUS. Lol. Ohohoh and Wanyi's group and the "Hot teacher". Definitely gonna be a hit. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 307 also very funny! Victoria's really cool. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 313! "I wanna hold your hand!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Yay. Oh and our class did really well. 'Cept the dress but whatever. I suppose they'll get over it and i won't have to worry anymore. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire Soon is cool! haha.. She rockZ. hehZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109344034154650620?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109344034154650620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109344034154650620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109344034154650620' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109324587937851252</id><published>2004-08-23T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T18:02:47.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: Dead Tired]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. I'm tired cause i stayed up late to do IRS and i FORGOT TO ATTACH THE PRESENTATION TO THE E-MAIL I SENT MYSELF. So i screwed up and i'll have to do it next week. Sigh. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Jiawei lost again! But she played very well. Just that Jiawei's style is different and on the losing end cause she errors quite a bit more. Definitely well played. We shall go to the airport when she returns. She's so COOL. Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We'll always support you Mrs Susilo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gringringrin- Maybe with a bit of luck she'll find my blog. Haha. Okay. Nvm. I wonder Mr Derek Tan found mine. Ohwell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiawei must not cry! Cannot! [Quote Chang Tsai] Winning is not everything. [/quote] Anyway she did really well. So next time just Jiayou can already. ^^ Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Singapore! Go Li Jiawei! Go PM Lee and the 5-day School Week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiMing makes me feel so guilty. She's really really really sweet. -sniff- Kept getting things in my eye when i was reading her thank-yous. =) You rock on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei, okay i guess i did piss you off. Kind of didn't want to give way. But i shall stop. You probably don't consider me your KoR anymore anyway.. But that doesn't matter. I'll take the counter off. I'll also stop counting the number of times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually missing those times we spent making up crap. Boredom does things. But i suppose that's all in the past. Cause of some mistakes. Oh well. It's too late now i suppose. I wonder if i can ever be your KoR again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109324587937851252?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109324587937851252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109324587937851252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109324587937851252' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109308499657909815</id><published>2004-08-21T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T18:43:16.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO JIAWEI! YOU CAN DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-8, 6-11, 11-0, 11-8, 8-11, 6-11. C'mon just one more set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tek says: GO JIAWEI!&lt;br /&gt;tek says: DIE SQUEALER-PIG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad just said "Ezra Khor you don't act like a boy youy act like a GIRL!"&lt;br /&gt;My DAD! Lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-country was pretty funny. Met up with Poisson and Davina and we went SAC. But it rained. So we were kind of stranded. So we took the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girls? Why are you in the lift?"&lt;br /&gt;"Cos we were in the basement and it started raining and we didn't have umbrellas."&lt;br /&gt;"Fair enough.."&lt;br /&gt;-lift door closes-&lt;br /&gt;"We didn't have umbrellas?" &lt;br /&gt;"SHUT UP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set off for MacRitchie. Got off 2 stops too early. Got wet. But Poisson and i both had umbrellas. 'Cept Davina. We kept trying to pass ours to her. But she was like: "Stop trying to make me feel like a wimp!"  Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we found out it was cancelled. So i met up with Daddy, Er-Jie and the others and went to Orchard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus got this guy who liked Er-Jie and they squeezed to let her sit but she didn't want to. Awwww. So disappointing. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Melly and Jolyn gave him her number. Heh. JiaYou -what's his name? ah yes- Wei Hong. I think. HeheZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so met Mom and Aunt and Mei and Yang Zi at The Heeren. They went to take Neoprints. I'm not a fan of Neoprints. But i'll make it a point to start a Neoprint business in future.  Very good profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw ChoonYee taking and she had extra so she gave me one and it's in my wallet now. Heh. But -that photo- is still my fave. Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and they went on a postcard craze. Hahaha. We are so easily entertained..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off after that. But not before seeing what they bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Gee. How shall i say this? Okay i shall be blunt. &lt;b&gt;WHY THE HELL DID YOU ALL BUY TIGHT RAZORBACK TOPS AND SHORT SHORT SHORT SHORT CULOTTES?!?!?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Just needed to get that out. They are so revealing man. I DO NOT, i repeat &lt;b&gt;DO NOT&lt;/b&gt; want to see my Mom or my Aunt or my Mei or Yang Zi in THAT. I suppose it could be worse though.. But that's not the point! Those are the kind of things you wear when you go out on a DATE! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh. I shall just smash my head into a wall and die. Right now. -smash- *BANG* -blood oozes out- R.I.P kid. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109308499657909815?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109308499657909815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109308499657909815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109308499657909815' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109282419620090671</id><published>2004-08-18T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T18:20:15.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: oK.]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Mr Derek Tan wants to see his name on many blogs. Soooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HI MR TAN!!!&lt;/b&gt; ^^ In case he visits. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh.. Shall request for anyone to link me to re-link me as char or cK. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia you take care of your back yeah? Don't get it injured..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;StikFaS RULEZ! Ohh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh! CL Test. Don't ask. R.I.P.P, cK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GeeZ. My friends get into the weirdest situations. Heh. Love or otherwise. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually kinda hate the way i insult passerby on tag-boards. I feel so low. Dang.. I shall have to stop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei actually improved today. Until Science. -_-ll TWICE! -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109282419620090671?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109282419620090671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109282419620090671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109282419620090671' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109266659267011938</id><published>2004-08-16T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T22:33:32.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[Feeling: Good]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a really nice match yesterday. USA vs Australia. I have 3 idols now. Lisa Fernandez, Stacey Nuveman and Natasha Watley. SO ZAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall do quizzes. I am bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SuperCurlz/1059385431_ktoptarzan.jpg" border="0" alt="CWINDOWSDesktoptarzan.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tarzan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SuperCurlz/quizzes/What%20movie%20Do%20you%20Belong%20in%3F(many%20different%20outcomes!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, i think Tarzan is ugly. =P But when he tree-surfs it's really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061574058_pcocktail2.jpg" border="0" alt="Cocktail"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cocktail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Alcoholic%20Drink%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Alcoholic Drink Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocktails are nice! But vodka is much better. Much much much much nicerrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/X/xdeadxstarx/1043984339_uresOrange.JPG" border="0" alt="Orange info"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Heart is Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xdeadxstarx/quizzes/What%20Color%20is%20Your%20Heart%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color is Your Heart? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-smirk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jsimner/1062436747_sixteen.jpg" border="0" alt="My inner child is sixteen years old today"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My inner child is sixteen years old!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while&lt;br&gt;adults might just accept that, I know&lt;br&gt;something's gotta change. And it's gonna&lt;br&gt;change, just as soon as I become an adult and&lt;br&gt;get some power of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Old is Your Inner Child?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/O/omgitscraig/1078840889_82blink182.jpg" border="0" alt="Blink 182"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pop punk...  I'm not really that fond of you, but&lt;br&gt;you can churn out some good stuff...  Old punk&lt;br&gt;doesn't really like you but you couldn't care&lt;br&gt;less...besides it's all about having fun isn't&lt;br&gt;it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/omgitscraig/quizzes/What%20genre%20of%20rock%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What genre of rock are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/Aeon65/1089196081_nimalsbear.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8e01394)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;B&gt;Bear Spirit Calls To You ~&lt;br /&gt;Bear is spirit keeper of the West, the place of&lt;br&gt;darkness, maturity and good harvest. Bears are&lt;br&gt;active during the night and day.  This&lt;br&gt;symbolizes its connection with solar energy,&lt;br&gt;that of strength and power, and lunar energy,&lt;br&gt;that of intuition. The bear holds the teachings&lt;br&gt;of introspection. When it shows up in your life&lt;br&gt;pay attention to how you think, act and&lt;br&gt;interact.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear's Wisdom Includes:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Introspection &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Healing &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Solitude &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Change &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Communication with Spirit &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Birth and rebirth &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Transformation &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Astral travel &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Creature of dreams, shamans and mystics &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Visionaries &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Defense and revenge &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wisdom&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bgsound&gt;&lt;br&gt;src=http://www.othellobloke.co.uk/Nativemid/danceofthewolf.mid&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Aeon65/quizzes/Animal%20Spirit%20Guides%20~%20Which%20One%20Calls%20To%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Animal Spirit Guides ~ Which One Calls To You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the wolf more. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/qz4.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/spirit.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/qz4.htm" target="new"&gt;find your element&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com" target="new"&gt;mutedfaith.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q2.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/goodfriend.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q2.htm" target="new"&gt;What Type of Friend are&lt;br /&gt;You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz, and visit &lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com" target="new"&gt;mutedfaith.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very bored. I know you can tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109266659267011938?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109266659267011938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109266659267011938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109266659267011938' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109246833261245616</id><published>2004-08-14T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T15:25:32.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: &lt;s&gt;HyPeR!&lt;/s&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyperness has been stabbed and killed by the fact that i am overloaded with overdue HW. But i suppose i'll be able to finish it all by this weekend so i'll get rid of it all! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all love gel. And all love spiking (or at least, trying to) spike my hair. Esp. Mom. Ohwells. I got this nice coconut-tree from her. ^^ Thanks Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei threw this waterbottle at me 4 times. All because i was practising Qing Tian. Didn't exactly hurt very much i suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys'll be really glad to know i can play the chorus of Are You Happy Now properly. Now can i practise Qing Tian? -gets bottle thrown at him- Okay. I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can record the number of times Mei -blank-s! With this counter. And i still have those 2 markings on my arm. And they'll still be there on Monday. I'll make sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.toxin.org/cgi-bin/count_hugs.cgi?hug=Mei" height="40" width="240" title="HUGS"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Times Mei Has -blank-ed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109246833261245616?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109246833261245616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109246833261245616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109246833261245616' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109222668119169598</id><published>2004-08-11T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T20:40:27.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: Pretty Good.]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my computer is overloaded with spyware. Haha. That's how to crash it. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia you SeniorZ! Do the school proud! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The playground is a great place for inspiration. Except for the little kiddies running up and down. But it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Starson? =) I got a red one. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know something Mei? It doesn't matter if you hate me or not. Or if you care. Because i won't stop telling you. Okay so getting Sylvia to spray you with water wasn't the best idea. But i just meant to try to get you to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me all you want. But i'll still love you. I'll still be doing the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No matter what you say, &lt;b&gt;NOTHING's&lt;/b&gt; gonna change my mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall do this. I'm bored. I know it's just a small section, but it's better than the previous one. At least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Deep Thoughts About Life and You in It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you live in the moment?:&lt;/b&gt; Yep. Too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you consider yourself tolerant of others?:&lt;/b&gt; i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have any secrets?: &lt;/b&gt;dUh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you hate yourself?: &lt;/b&gt;I used to. Not anymore. Not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like your handwriting?: &lt;/b&gt;Have you even SEEN my hand writing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have any bad habits?&lt;/b&gt;: A lot. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the compliment you get from most people?: &lt;/b&gt;Someone help me with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If a movie was made about your life, what would it be called?:&lt;/b&gt;Don't even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your biggest fear?: &lt;/b&gt;I don't think i have a biggest fear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you sing?: &lt;/b&gt;No. Rap maybe. No singing. Out of tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you ever pretend to be someone else just to look cool?:&lt;/b&gt; Not sure. Unknowingly perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a loner?:&lt;/b&gt; Yes. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are your #1 priorities in life?:&lt;/b&gt; Making others happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you were another person, would you be friends with you?:&lt;/b&gt; Yes =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a daredevil?:&lt;/b&gt; Not quite. Adventurous enough, but i know my limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there anything you fear or hate about yourself?:&lt;/b&gt; Undecisive. Love sports but suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you passive or aggressive?: &lt;/b&gt;Passive i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have a journal?:&lt;/b&gt; SoFtBaLL Journal! Ahahah~. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your greatest strength and weakness?: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strength-&lt;/b&gt;I guess i can understand and communicate pretty well.. &lt;b&gt;Weakness-&lt;/b&gt;TOO SLACK!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you could change one thing about yourself,What would it be?:&lt;/b&gt; Nothing. I like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think you are emotionally strong?:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there anything you regret doing/not doing in life? : &lt;/b&gt;Too many. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think life has been good so far?:&lt;/b&gt; Yes. Ohhhhh.. LiFe is GooD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the most important lesson you've learned from life?: &lt;/b&gt;Trust. And Love. Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you like the most about your body?:&lt;/b&gt; My toes. Hahah. Nono. Jk. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And least?: &lt;/b&gt;Uhhhh.. i don't know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think you are good looking?:&lt;/b&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you confident?: &lt;/b&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the fictional character you are most like?:&lt;/b&gt; Ehhh.. Rexxar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you perceived wrongly?:&lt;/b&gt; Sometimes. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah. How crappy. Ohwell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109222668119169598?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109222668119169598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109222668119169598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109222668119169598' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109214657517840617</id><published>2004-08-10T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T22:02:55.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHEM. On the request of my sister-in-law, ScaryFelly, i shall post a picture of my Grandad on my blog. Along with the ariel-whye picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREEEEEESSSSEEEEENNNNNNTINNNNGGGGGG..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/117703/myuselessgrandad.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/117703/ARIELJONNNN2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. Ariel-Whye pic is from Jocelyn. the grace one is on Felly request. Or so you know. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109214657517840617?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109214657517840617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109214657517840617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109214657517840617' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109186390781644289</id><published>2004-08-07T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T15:31:47.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: MaD! cRaZy! HyPeRrRrR!!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a useless blob! HeeZ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spacefem.com/blobs/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spacefem.com/blobs/blob0804/grayblob.gif" width="90" height="98" border="0" alt="Get a Useless BloB!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/evil/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://spacefem.com/evil/08/5.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall put some animations here. I know they're a little gross, but they are cute. Also from the blob site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/117703/unhappilyeverafter.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avril said it right. So Much for Their Happy Ending!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/117703/toomuchwater.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Too Much Water is BAD for the Gardener&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/117703/thrillofvictory.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Thrill Of Victory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/117703/roboticsknow-it-all.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Robotics Know-it-all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/117703/manwithdisease.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flesh-Eating Disease&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/117703/late-nioghtstudy.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's What You Get For Mugging!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/117703/dontblowtoohard.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't Blow Too Hard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/117703/biggerman.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bigger Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Go DiViDe bY ZeRo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach rockkkssssss. Ohhh yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/dividebyzero_band"&gt;T h e B a n d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109186390781644289?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109186390781644289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109186390781644289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109186390781644289' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109180035415204474</id><published>2004-08-06T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T11:43:03.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: HyPeD!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! My best National Day Celebration EVER! It rockedddddd! Ohhhhh yeaaaaaaahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the morning singing. Yay! Basically as the C divversss were there, in a row "singing" (shouting actually) and jumping around! Andandand we danced a lot! Haahhhahaha. Yay! It was so fun! We were so hyperrrr! It was so fun! Yeah! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Sabrina has a really, really, Really nice voice. Very nice. And she more enthu than Ms Ong. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are 5 stars arising! Out of the Stormy Seeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You could take a little trip around Singapore towwwnnnnnnnnn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where i beeeeelonggggggggggg!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t! The rock band ROCKED. It was SO COOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut from Jocelyn's blog. More interesting description. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe national day celebration today-! was actually quite fun, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was hyped up and jumping about and dancing ahahahahaha the band rocked up the national day songs was actually quite cool and the softball team [okay at least whoever we could find; me char ahma felly ahgua terrapin olive grace naomi christine monkey chu] were dancing about and attempting to sing but screaming actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us except naomi who refused to join in cos it's "uncool" --" kwhatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were dancing and jumping around and imitating the stupid teachers and coming up with stupid hand movements HAHHAHAHAHA was damn fun. and we were imitating matthewlim's agogo girls [or whatever they were called] dance move the eye thing knvm AHHAHAHA was funnnnyyyy and we came up with reaalllyyy lame stuff but YEAHHHH fun. team spirit manxxx (: and we kept screaming stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA CHANGTSAI SANG-!!!! WAS DAMN FUNNNYYY AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;FOR YINGMING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andandand WE MADE UNCLE JACK SING TOO-! AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and ms sabrina really rocks the world she has a fantastic voice andandand shes very sporting hehehe I HEARTXORZ HER ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monkey uploading acs pictures into my account lalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, changtsai's so hot! she's so pretty, i can't wait to hear her voice! -squeee-"&lt;br /&gt;"can i request for ms chang again? i want to hear her voice!"&lt;br /&gt;-yingming AHAHAHHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to TNS after that. heh. E-lynn is getting cuter. Hahahahahaha. Naomi AKA Jie (Just because i'm a baby pervert. Hmph.) is the same as ever. So CUTE! Ahahahahahahahahahahaha.. I laff too much. But i'll do it anyway! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHHAHAAHAHHAAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAAHAHHAAHAHAHHAAHHAHAAH!&lt;br /&gt;=PpPpP Chermaine seems more tame. Maybe it's E-Lynn's influence. oO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the band members rock. Yay! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in! Saw Jasmine (hahaha, still as beautiful as ever. =X I mean, the same as ever), Denise (also seems the same), Jolene (she didn't call me Monster! oO), Nicole (i think she got contacts.) and the Monkey! Ahahahah. jkjk. It was munshi. Still smiling as always. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing Jasmine said when she noticed me was: "You cut your hair!!! So CUTE!!!" -_-ll. Heh. but i suppose i am cute. Lol.. jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they went for lunch at Parkway (i heard melly was playing with Cheese Fries. Lol..) and the Band members of &lt;b&gt;DiViDe bY ZeRo&lt;/b&gt; went to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach is a really great place to practise and get inspiration. We got quite a lot done! The wind was really really great. So cool! And we managed to get this really nice bench-seat and it was really cooling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i decided that i like Qing Tian. ^^ A lot. Yay! And that song by JJ called Dou Jiang You Tiao or something. And Ou De Yang. Andandand &lt;b&gt;all those national day songs!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh yeah! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all. Miss you all too. TONY TAN HAS MUTILATED TNS!!! -_-ll Sorry. But it's so weird now!! We should be missed. Lol..  Sorry. Ego a bit. The whole P6 last year was a great bunch of ppl. =) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109180035415204474?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109180035415204474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109180035415204474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109180035415204474' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109167414968478727</id><published>2004-08-05T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T10:49:09.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: Depressed, Confused, Unaccomplished..]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so useless. I can't do anything to help this situation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-smashes head into wall- Argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this life can get you down..&lt;br /&gt;Don't let yourself go. You gotta hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or have i failed you..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is heavy, heavy like a rock.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know (I don’t know)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know&lt;br /&gt;Should I stay or should I go..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time its done&lt;br /&gt;It’ll never feel the same&lt;br /&gt;But we had some good times&lt;br /&gt;Guess it’s sad just the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say things in a fit of anger.. &lt;br /&gt;You never know when you live regret them.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the distance..&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the miles..&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the time until the next time I see you smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky has lost it's color..&lt;br /&gt;the sun has turned to gray..&lt;br /&gt;At least that’s how it feels to me&lt;br /&gt;whenever you're away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crawl up in the corner,&lt;br /&gt;as i watch the minutes pass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in feelings..&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes I feel too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109167414968478727?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109167414968478727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109167414968478727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109167414968478727' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109162075227269044</id><published>2004-08-04T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T19:59:12.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[Feeling: Depressed -Cause Everyone Is Too- =(]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, i don't know what to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt, maybe you were irritated. I have been in situations like this before, and it's blown over pretty easily. -nudges jolyn with elbow- -_-ll But maybe telling Sarah that it was an imaginary person was just because you wanted to forget it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, i think you have every right to be angry. But i think the way you got back at her wasn't too good.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please guys. Now it is time to forgive and forget. It really hurts to see you guys this way. Is it worth it? Is it worth giving up such a beautiful relationship..? Don't waste what you have now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to forgive and forget. So please do forgive. I don't want to see you this way.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding your sadness behind a smile just isn't the way out. Don't let yourself sink into depression.. Don't be the same as i was awhile ago.. It's not worth it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I felt like you do now some time ago,&lt;br /&gt; Oh please, you have to see..&lt;br /&gt; There's no point living life the way i did&lt;br /&gt; No.. Don't be like me.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But regardless of all that, anyone who needs to talk can call me. I'll always be here. Just call. Always will be ready. Anytime. Just call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm only one call away.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talk to me, That's what my love is here for..&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand to see.. Those tears in your eyes..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109162075227269044?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109162075227269044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109162075227269044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109162075227269044' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109152956928973532</id><published>2004-08-03T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T18:39:29.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: Like a P2! Lol..]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalala~ I got a HAIIIIIRRRRRRCUTTTTTT!&lt;br /&gt;Now i look like a P2 B-O-Y! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KoR is jealous. And Ophelia. They all want haircuts suddenly. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing &lt;a href="http://www.battleon.com"&gt;Adventure Quest&lt;/a&gt; Yes i know i'm pathetic. But it is fun! And i beat my brother in level! Wahahahahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei has been dao-ing. Hmmmmm. I wonder why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DiViDe bY ZeRo is finally getting somewhere! ^^ Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire, Val, LooLoo, Alyssa, Sandra and Me. Sounds fun don't it? ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109152956928973532?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109152956928973532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109152956928973532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109152956928973532' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109092406197107052</id><published>2004-07-27T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T18:27:41.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Feeling: Fine]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just decided that Keane is one helluva band. So Funkaaaayyyyyy! ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Spiderman soundtrack too. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get their album. Now. Argh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;=Somewhere Only We Know=&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked across an empty land&lt;br /&gt;I knew the pathway like the back of my hand&lt;br /&gt;I felt the earth beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the river and it made me complete..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh simple thing where have you gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a fallen tree&lt;br /&gt;I felt the branches of it looking at me&lt;br /&gt;Is this the place we used to love?&lt;br /&gt;Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have a minute why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Talk about it somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know? &lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have a minute why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Talk about it somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;=Everybody's Changing=&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you wander your own land&lt;br /&gt;But when I think about it&lt;br /&gt;I don't see how you can &lt;br /&gt;You're aching, you're breaking&lt;br /&gt;And I can see the pain in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Says everybody's changing&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gone from here&lt;br /&gt;And soon you will disappear&lt;br /&gt;And fading into beautiful light&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody's changing&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So little time&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make a move just to stay in the game&lt;br /&gt;I try to stay awake and remember my name&lt;br /&gt;But everybody's changing&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel the same&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh everybody’s changing &lt;br /&gt;And I don’t feel the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vindicated&lt;br /&gt;I am selfish&lt;br /&gt;I am wrong&lt;br /&gt;I am right&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm right&lt;br /&gt;i swear i knew it all along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109092406197107052?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109092406197107052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109092406197107052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109092406197107052' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109066301478627578</id><published>2004-07-24T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T17:56:54.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: HyPeRRR!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just decided that dad is a nice guy. A bit soft on the inside, but i reckon he'll treat mom well. Really. Heh. -thinks of something i did- Never Mind. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is funny! As in SoFtBaLL Dad Nomi. No spelling error there. Heh. AH-MA! NOw i'm Baby Whye. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral was fine. Enough said. Everyone will do well. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;TeAM SPIRIT! w00t!&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt; NY 4eVeR! &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109066301478627578?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109066301478627578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109066301478627578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109066301478627578' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109058633838535841</id><published>2004-07-23T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T20:38:58.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: HiGH!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarr. Just read "Dad"'s blog entries. He sounds -hehe- sissified. Lol. Okok. No offense mom. But really. Just kind of, sort of. -shivers- LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updating cause aunt asked me to. Hmm. Shal thinnk of some content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Game rocked. w00t! JOCELYN STRIIIIIKERRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah. If we played like this in the first two games, we'd have thrashed everyone flat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted. But we'll do it next year. And when we're in b div too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'04 C Div 4ever! NY SoFtBaLL RuLeZ!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mei. And Mom. And Aunt. And aDoPteD Dad. And Kor. And Grandma. And Great Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109058633838535841?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109058633838535841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109058633838535841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109058633838535841' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109050599220130566</id><published>2004-07-22T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T22:19:52.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: HigH]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111 RuLeZ. ^^ WE GOT IN!! Nice work Mom. And Aunt. And Sis. And Sis' twin. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINEEEEEEEE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice job C Div. even though we didn't make it, we really put up one helluva fight that left Crescent on their toes. We keep this up, and we thrash them flat next year. &lt;strong&gt;NY 4ever.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad our politics is getting lesser. ^^ &lt;h1&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL HAIL TEAM SPIRIT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does anyone have a rag?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh.. try the cupboards"&lt;br /&gt;-scrabbles about-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Which colour would you like?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/117703/madcow.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/117703/sheep.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109050599220130566?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109050599220130566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109050599220130566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109050599220130566' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109032479266183059</id><published>2004-07-20T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T19:59:52.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: CaFFeiNe-HigH!!!!!!!]&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Updating cause.. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;.:*-säRªh--`&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; » ×_____unanswered questions* ] «` says: &lt;br /&gt;oh and update ur blog yarhs? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;[SledgeBlade XI-331] NeedToTalkToYou ButDon'tKnowWhati'mToSay..&amp;nbsp; [ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com] says: &lt;br /&gt;okayyy &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;.:*-säRªh--`&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; » ×_____unanswered questions* ] «` says: &lt;br /&gt;haha good son &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;[SledgeBlade XI-331] NeedToTalkToYou ButDon'tKnowWhati'mToSay..&amp;nbsp; [ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com] says: &lt;br /&gt;^^ &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;============================== &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Caffeineeeeeeeeeeee! CAfeineeeeeeeeeee! CaFeiNNEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Andandandand &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Paper flowerrrrrrrssssssssssss! Paper flowersSSSSSSSSSSSS! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;============================== &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;LooLoo = My Sis! &lt;br /&gt;Melly = My Adopted dad! (and all her wives etc.) &lt;br /&gt;Etc. etc. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Big family! ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;============================== &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Imation Neon cds very coooolll! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;============================== &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/117703/edit2copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109032479266183059?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109032479266183059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109032479266183059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109032479266183059' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-109024292401099143</id><published>2004-07-19T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T21:15:24.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: Ok I Suppose]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt, i really dunno how to continue speaking to you.. But i'm sure God will tell me what to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem Ahem. Some Lame Stufff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are children. There are many children. There are 13 children. 13 is an unlucky number. The children are unlucky. Each child is holding a tambourine, or is supposed to be. There are 13 tamborines. The tambourines must be CURSED! they may be Voo-Doo dolls!!! There are male children. There are female children. there are male and female children. They look different. Some are tall, some are short. Some are fat, some are thin. Individuality. This proves that everyone is different, like ME! *Muahaha* They are standing, probably waiting. For someone. Someone really important. Like a very important person (VIP). Like a high person. A high priest. A high priest related to them. A voodoo high priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Sorry. Wrong paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Describe what you see in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: i see a piece of paper. It is covered with black dots. The dots seem to *vaguely* resemble obese voodoo dolls. They are holding evil-looking circular objects. I PREDICT....DOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Jack And The Beanstalk&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack's mother said, "We're &lt;em&gt;stony broke&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;"Go out and find some wealthy bloke&lt;br /&gt;"Who'll buy our cow. Just say she's sound&lt;br /&gt;"And worth at least a hundred pound.&lt;br /&gt;"But don't you dare to let him know&lt;br /&gt;"That she's as old as billy-o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack led the old brown cow away,&lt;br /&gt;And came back later in the day,&lt;br /&gt;And said, "Oh mumsie dear, guess what&lt;br /&gt;"Your clever little boy has got.&lt;br /&gt;"I got, i really don't know how,&lt;br /&gt;"A super trade-in for our cow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother said, "You little creep,&lt;br /&gt;"i'll bet you sold her much too cheap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jack produced one lousy bean,&lt;br /&gt;His startled mother, turning green,&lt;br /&gt;Leaped high into the air and cried,&lt;br /&gt;"I'm &lt;em&gt;ABSOLUTELY STUPIFIED!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You crazy boy! D'you really mean&lt;br /&gt;"You sold our Daisy for a bean?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She snatched the bean. She yelled, "You chump!"&lt;br /&gt;And flung it on the rubbish dump.&lt;br /&gt;Then summoning up all her power,&lt;br /&gt;She beat the boy for half an hour,&lt;br /&gt;Using (and nothing could be meaner)&lt;br /&gt;The handle of a vacuum-cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10pm or thereabout,&lt;br /&gt;The little bean began to sprout.&lt;br /&gt;By morning it had grown so tall&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't see the top at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Jack cried, "Mum, admit it now!&lt;br /&gt;"It's better than a rotten cow!"&lt;br /&gt;The mother said, "You lunatic!&lt;br /&gt;"Where are the beans that i can pick?&lt;br /&gt;"There's not one bean! It's bare as bare!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No no!" cried Jack. "You look up there!&lt;br /&gt;"Look very high and you'll behold&lt;br /&gt;"Each single leaf is solid gold!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By gollikins, the boy was right! &lt;br /&gt;Now, glistening in the morning light,&lt;br /&gt;The mother actually perceives&lt;br /&gt;A mass of lovely golden leaves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She yells out loud, "My sainted souls!&lt;br /&gt;"I'll sell the Mini! Buy a Rolls!&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stand and gape, you little clot&lt;br /&gt;"Get up there quick and grab the lot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was nimble, Jack was keen.&lt;br /&gt;He scrambled up the mighty bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up up he went without a stop,&lt;br /&gt;But just as he was near the top,&lt;br /&gt;A ghastly frightening thing occured - &lt;br /&gt;Not far above his head he heard&lt;br /&gt;A big deep voice, a rumbling thing&lt;br /&gt;That made the very heavens ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shouted loud, "FEE FI FO FUM!&lt;br /&gt;"I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN ENGLISHMAN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was frightened, Jack was quick,&lt;br /&gt;And down he climbed, in half a tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh mum!" he gasped. "Believe you me&lt;br /&gt;"There's something nasty up our tree!&lt;br /&gt;"I saw him, mum! My gizzard froze!&lt;br /&gt;"A giant with a clever nose!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A &lt;em&gt;clever nose&lt;/em&gt;!" his mother hissed.&lt;br /&gt;"You must be going round the twist!"&lt;br /&gt;"He smelled me out, I swear it mum!&lt;br /&gt;"He said he smelled an Englishman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother said, "And well he might!&lt;br /&gt;"I've told you every single night&lt;br /&gt;"To take a bath because you smell,&lt;br /&gt;"But would you do it? Would you hell?&lt;br /&gt;"You even make your mother shrink&lt;br /&gt;"Because of your unholy stink!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack answered, "Well, if you're so clean&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; climb the crazy bean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother cried, "By gad i will!&lt;br /&gt;"There's life within the old dog still!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hitched her skirts above her knee&lt;br /&gt;And disappeared right up the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now would the Giant smell his mum?&lt;br /&gt;Jack listened for the &lt;em&gt;fee-fo-fum&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He gazed aloft. He wondered when&lt;br /&gt;The dreaded words would come .. And then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From somewhere high above the ground&lt;br /&gt;There came a frightful crunching sound.&lt;br /&gt;He heard the Giant mutter twice,&lt;br /&gt;"By gosh, that tasted very nice.&lt;br /&gt;"Although" (and this in grumpy tones)&lt;br /&gt;"I wish there weren't so many bones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By Christopher!" Jack cried. "By gum!&lt;br /&gt;"The Giant's eaten up my mum!&lt;br /&gt;"He smelled her out! She's in his belly!&lt;br /&gt;"I had a hunch that she was smelly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack stood there gazing longingly&lt;br /&gt;Upon the huge and golden tree.&lt;br /&gt;He murmured softly, "Golly-gosh.&lt;br /&gt;"I guess i'll have to take a wash&lt;br /&gt;"If i am going to climb this tree&lt;br /&gt;"Without the Giant smelling me.&lt;br /&gt;"In fact a bath's my only hope.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rushed indoors and grabbed the soap&lt;br /&gt;He scrubbed his body everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;He even washed and rinshed his hair.&lt;br /&gt;He did his teeth, he blew his nose&lt;br /&gt;And went out smelling like a rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more he climbed the mighty bean.&lt;br /&gt;The Giant sat there, gross, obscene,&lt;br /&gt;Muttering through his vicious teeth&lt;br /&gt;(While Jack sat tensely just beneath),&lt;br /&gt;muttering loud, "FEE FI FO FUM&lt;br /&gt;"RIGHT NOW I CAN'T SMELL ANYONE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack waited till the Giant slept,&lt;br /&gt;Then out along the boughs he crept&lt;br /&gt;And gathered so much gold, i swear&lt;br /&gt;He was an instant millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A bath," he said, "does seem to pay.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to have one everyday."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-109024292401099143?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109024292401099143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/109024292401099143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109024292401099143' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108989480993060031</id><published>2004-07-15T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T20:33:29.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: Heh.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Michelle Fong. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Dearest FBI Head (That says 40 'ok's in one cheering session!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt is funny. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard some "old ugly stupid" guy tried to hit on my Mom and my Aunt. He went up to them and *gasp* gave them his e-mail and phone no. And i'm thinking: What the bloody hell. -throttles person-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time someone tries that they are so gonna die. Really. &lt;br /&gt;-cracks knuckles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are 13 children in this picture. 13 is an unlucky number. These children are unlucky. They look like v00d00 children. They are holding v00d00 tambourines. Many of them seem to be under the influence of v00d00 magic. They look bored by the v00d00 going on." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. What about the geek one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The scene is full of nerdy-looking guys. They all seem to be obsessed with a lealet about SARS. There is a guy looking lecherously at the camera woman/man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the gravity-defying one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a scene of a new scientific discovery! There are pieces of past floating in the sky. There are words floating next to it. They seem to spell out "Kang Chu Choa". There are people sticking to the ceiling. They seem to be doing this with the help of two-wheeled mechanisms. There is a christmas tree, complete with face. There are lots of fireflies sticking to the tree. etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. Ms Ow is fun. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108989480993060031?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108989480993060031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108989480993060031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108989480993060031' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108938108094069765</id><published>2004-07-09T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T21:51:20.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new cousin! Liz! Heh. And Grandma Beth ate a sweet this morning! -gasp- She has diabetes and lung cancer (according to cousin Ng). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh NO! SUGAR OVERLOAD! HOSPITAL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apples = Cute&lt;br /&gt;Bananas = Chio&lt;br /&gt;Tomatoes = Hot&lt;br /&gt;Pears = Sexy&lt;br /&gt;Fruit Punch = All of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Tomatoes does not include Sarah's Tomato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mangoes = Shuai&lt;br /&gt;Durians = Horny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth day was fun! Set up the radio and stuff. Then hung around until laterrr. Watched Eunice dunk 7 people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zhu Ting&lt;br /&gt;-Michelle&lt;br /&gt;-Olive (twice)&lt;br /&gt;-Yiyou (twice)&lt;br /&gt;-The Throws Tcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t! Go Eunice! Hehe. And Noelle dunked Ying Ting. How Fun! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sponsored Siok, and she dunked Michelle. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanyi and Yiyou are nice ppl to play Soccer with. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy had a weird dream. ^^ Teddy's cute. ^^ Teddy likes to hold ppl's hands. oO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom, aunt, and cousins. And i just might love my dad when i get one. And uncle. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;MOM! WHEN YOU GETTING MARRIED?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108938108094069765?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108938108094069765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108938108094069765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108938108094069765' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108929750214826554</id><published>2004-07-08T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T22:38:22.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: Like I'm Six! Ahahaha~ ^^]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Yooo!&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone is so not creative nowadays)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday To Yooooo!&lt;br /&gt;(Urgh)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Yoooo&lt;br /&gt;(Yes yes i hear you)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Yooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;(Mind you, you could sing the Zoo version. I, after all, am a gorilla. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys. You have made today one of the best days of my life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HISTORY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telescope Sir?&lt;br /&gt;We're in the Gupta Age disciple! Telescopes have not yet been invented! NO.. I can make do with my calculations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Anuya! ... &lt;br /&gt;Psst! Rachel! Show your "face" to the audience! &lt;br /&gt;-turns-&lt;br /&gt;-hysterical laughter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel is wearing a dinosaur mask.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CHAPPATI IS BURNT YOU STUPID GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;OH YOU STUPID MONKEY!&lt;br /&gt;Go Home You Stupid Person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how many lines have STUPID in them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xtra Note: I just realized i "went through an indian marriage ceremony" with my aunt. oO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YM!! WHY NEVER COME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my aunt looks really nice in a plait. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this nice msg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zhu Ting and Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, you don't have to get anything cause i don't want you to get. &lt;s&gt;Save up for your wedding. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo.... See you tomorrow! Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS OW IS SO GONNA GET PIED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108929750214826554?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108929750214826554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108929750214826554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108929750214826554' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108911894270358724</id><published>2004-07-06T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T21:02:22.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: Ok I Suppose]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMS prefects are very nice. ^^ Like Joan, Joanne, Banana, Sarah, Everelle (or something. Can't remember. -_-ll). They're cool. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to GMS! Where everyone is crazy!"&lt;br /&gt;"HahaZ! I can tell."&lt;br /&gt;"Let's all bow!"&lt;br /&gt;"No!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMS match postponed. Sorry guys, couldn't get bananas. I'll get it the next match. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah. Greece won. Should have bet with Coach. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tomorrow! Can't wait. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hilary Duff's "Come Clean"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misheard Lyrics:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat a booger&lt;br /&gt;I want ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall down&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Correct Lyrics:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wanna hear the thunder &lt;br /&gt;I want to scream &lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall down &lt;br /&gt;I'm coming clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amiright.com"&gt;Am I Right?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108911894270358724?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108911894270358724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108911894270358724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108911894270358724' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108885556977722964</id><published>2004-07-03T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T20:26:05.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: Fine]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't intend to blog today, but something happened that made me see the need to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple = Cute&lt;br /&gt;Banana = Chio&lt;br /&gt;Tomato = Hot&lt;br /&gt;Pear = Sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomatoes being hot does not include Sarah's Tomato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two Days Ago..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ow, All i did was tab you!&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;-sniggers heard around the class-&lt;br /&gt;Okay Girls. So what happened??&lt;br /&gt;Nothing! YM just tabbed you!&lt;br /&gt;-searches back-&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS! WHOSE TAB IS THIS?!?!&lt;br /&gt;-hysterical laffter-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're flying! we're flying! Free as a bird!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Day Ago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pokes at liver-&lt;br /&gt;Look mom!&lt;br /&gt;Ewwwww! Don't be disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;-prods HARD-&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad you have a SON and not a daughter, Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later In The Day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of us agree that you are the most pear dancer. &lt;br /&gt;NO! I'M NOT!&lt;br /&gt;Then you can be..&lt;br /&gt;Sensual?&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Bingo!&lt;br /&gt;NO! i'M NOT!&lt;br /&gt;Then you can be..&lt;br /&gt;Seductive?&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHHA~!&lt;br /&gt;NO! NO! NO NO NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, our class dance is going smoothly. And the drum beat is easy too! I can join in! ^^ (Drums that is. Not DANCE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo.. Had MAD today. Saw JY and finally returned his book. Rest of the time, spent slacking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then left for Training really early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mcdonald's first because Airel and Jocelyn were "hungry" and didn't finish their meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went for training. Did the usual. We played a game at the last bit, and i think i made quite a nice hit. ^^ An improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remarked the balls with permanent marker this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ong called me over, and she was all: "This is not very good news. " Which meant that it was bad news. No surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told me i wasn't in the team. No surprise. I was ready for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said it was a tough decision and all. But they (Coach and Ms Ong)decided that Tianyu deserved a chance. I mean, she missed out on West Zone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, i think she deserves to play. She's been working hard too. And she's been way more punctual. And seldom injured or sick . (Unlike me, always either sick or injured -_-ll) We (The so-called Three Stooges) all work hard, and try hard.  We never gave up all this while despite Coach's putting us down. And we all have improved. Someday we won't be the Stooges, but something more. We're catching up, rest of the team, watch out for us. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i think i wouldn't have taken it quite so well if i didn't think that God had a plan for me. I've always thought that if he wants me to be on the team then i will be. Otherwise, i wouldn't. I reckon that this "break" is good for me. Can concentrate more on studies without worrying about matches. I think i need that. i shall get myself into good working habits so the next time i have a match i'll still be on task. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. She also said that i did not seem to have a plan, like take things as they come, or just go with the flow. Yes, i'll agree with that. Not that i don't have a target, just that my plan is too crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, i want to learn to skateboard, learn to play the guitar properly, do well in exams, learn drums, bat really well, field really well,  etc. etc. Which is impossible. Thus i cannot focus. Heck. Shall straighten out my priorities ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i shall improve a lot. I will make sure i'm in the team the next time. And only by working harder and smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ong asked if i was gonna turn up for practice and matches, and i guaranteed i would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go Nanyang! We can do it! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108885556977722964?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108885556977722964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108885556977722964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108885556977722964' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108859883631740417</id><published>2004-06-30T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T20:39:45.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: Fine]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed layout. Goody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History play is gonna be so disastrous it'll be funny. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy For This Girl by Evan &amp; Jaron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you look at her&lt;br /&gt;She looks at me&lt;br /&gt;She's got me thinking about her constantly&lt;br /&gt;But she don't know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;And as she carries on without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she's figured out&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy for this girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108859883631740417?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108859883631740417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108859883631740417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108859883631740417' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108796913756134419</id><published>2004-06-23T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T13:38:57.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: Uhhhh.. Guilty &amp; Desperate?]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty cause i can't make it for the group meeting. Desperate cause i have hardly touched my HW and i have 3 days left. -sigh- Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall finish blogging and get on with hw k. Ok. Start with Training Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-TRAINING CAMP-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh yeahhhh. It rocked! Hahahaha. First thing in the morning we trained. As normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had team bonding. So fun! o[^^]o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cept that we all had scraped-up knees and elbows cause we played the "crawling game" on concrete. And we made nets from string. And Mavis (Ariel, she actually came. =P Too bad you weren't there.. Actually, lucky for you! Ahahaha~! ^^)  made a "surprise" appearance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mealtimes were funny. Each group had to take turns to do a cheer before eating, and we had all sorts! Like: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for the world so sweet (yum-yum) &lt;br /&gt; Thank you for the food we eat (yum-yum)&lt;br /&gt; Thank you for the birds that Sing-a-ling-a-ling&lt;br /&gt; Thank you God for everything AMEN" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From Blue Group! Note that the first bracket should have been  (dum-dee-dum). Thus, in between the first and secong lines, there was laughter. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love food! You love food!&lt;br /&gt; That's because the food is good!&lt;br /&gt; Even though it tastes like wood!&lt;br /&gt; I still want to eat the food!!!!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ahahahahah! From White. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'm so hungry, i'm so hungry, i need food!&lt;br /&gt;  I'm so hungry, i'm so hungry, i need food!&lt;br /&gt;  I'm so hungry, i'm so hungry,&lt;br /&gt;  I need food so desperately&lt;br /&gt;  I'm so hungry, i'm so hungry, i need food!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yellow group's! Yay! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And we kinda "lost" Felicia.. -_-ll. We all went to sleep, and forgot about her.. -_-lll.. Then the Seniors who were participating in the "exercise" came in and gave us a huge hint before we realized.. -_-llll... So we all went around searching for her.  In the end we saw two black figures running. Started chasing, thinking that it was Mavis and Michelle. Then we saw the same ppl running upstairs. And we chased, but Ms Ong told us to sit down, so we did. Then heard silly "howling" noises. And Mavis appeared, so we got it wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a debrief. Actually Felicia hid behind a wll to get taken away by the Sec 4s (part of the plan -_-ll)and we were supposed to have noticed she was gone ages ago. But we didn't, and we needed a huge hint (direct too) to realize she was gone.   -_-lll Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-walks into classroom, hears this conv. behind-&lt;br /&gt;"She really walks like a zombie"&lt;br /&gt;"Should have got her to act as one"&lt;br /&gt;-laff-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone went to sleep. But i couldn't sleep properly, so i was half-awake and half-asleep. Lying there. Then i saw Sharon and Zhu Ting walk past. So i got out, picked up my phone, and sat in the corridor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky above the quadrangle at night is nice. If there are no clouds that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got my reply. And they wound up outside talking to me. Nice long conversation. =) Hahahaha. (Would you even guess that Zhu Ting and Sharon ever once hated each other?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning had really long PT. Tough. But when i finished i was really satisfied. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon was spent playing cards. Coach play cards very funny. ^^ Night! We finished late. Going on 12am. HuiTian assigned me her phone. And i had to find her. So i went to the toilet near te lockers. Didn't see her, but found ShiJun, who needed someone to get her towel. So i did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any brave person willing to get my towel? It's the yellow one on the chair." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i had to find HuiTian, i did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can give this to ShiJun?" &lt;br /&gt;"You came back on your own?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh.. Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;"ShiJun! She came back on her own leh!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oops!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found HuiTian. Then remembered i got Monkey to hold on to her phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eeee. I'm scared of the dark.."&lt;br /&gt;"Uh right. Never mind. It isn't that scary.."&lt;br /&gt;-grabs hand and holds on tight-&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go!" &lt;br /&gt;-gets dragged off-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shrug-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my shower, then got back to looking at the sky. (Yes i know i'm very dreamy. Choon Yee has tried to get me to stop but i can't. Dunno why..) Just so happens that this time HuiTian was chatting with ******* on the phone. ^^. She saw Chu Ting lying on the quadrangle, and screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! So SCARY!!!!!!" Ahahahahaha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially the camp. Ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday! After we played ChongFu with their really small ball, we went for lunch. Coach is a nice dinner-mate. Very interesting conversations when he's there. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tianyu = T, Grace = G, Coach = C&lt;br /&gt;T: Here. -gives G and onion-&lt;br /&gt;G: OI!&lt;br /&gt;C: Here -gives T an onion- Give you back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we packed into the back of Coach's van, and played silly games!(Concentration and Who Stole The Cookie..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coachie stole the cookie from the cookie jar!"&lt;br /&gt;"Cannot! He's not here (in the back)!"&lt;br /&gt;"Too bad! Coachie ate all the cookies! Got no more to steal!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahahah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we sang songs too! Like "Under The Sea"! And "Be Our Guest"! And "Home On The Range"! And many others! So Fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great environment for team-bonding i tell you. Really great. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the weirdest dreams. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid leg. So random. One minute it's the ankle, the next it's my thigh. Damn the sprains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108796913756134419?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108796913756134419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108796913756134419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108796913756134419' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108712391229193067</id><published>2004-06-13T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T18:51:52.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: Fine]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Training-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fielding : Crap&lt;br /&gt;Batting : Crap&lt;br /&gt;Running : Crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall : &lt;strong&gt;UTTER CRAP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Better get training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shijun is one good pitcher. Lol.. Seriously. Unlike someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to the Walkathon!" HeeZ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey's cool. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YESTERDAY-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After training&lt;/strong&gt;, Coach talks to us about Baseball and Soccer. Fun. &lt;br /&gt;Christine gives Coach a can of Tiger Beer. Coach tells us he bet Half-Goal on the Portugal-Greece Match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On our way to Monkey's place,&lt;/strong&gt; we have weird conversations. Shall not elaborate. Then we bought loads of junk food! And ice popsicles. The whole group were sucking ice popsicles all the way to Monkey's condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At Monkey's Condo,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We played in the gym.&lt;/em&gt; Blasted LiNKiN PaRk on the TV (Their concert was showing) Chu Ting lost 300+ calories. Jocelyn about that too. Everyone was calorie-obsessed. Hahaha.. Then Security came. So sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we went to the Playground.&lt;/em&gt; Played this game, where you try to catch people. HeeZ. So fun. =) Climbed all over the playground thing. Monkey, Eunice and I went up to the roof. (Not at the same time. It'll collapse.) So fun. Felicia very cute. HeeZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We played at the carpark!&lt;/em&gt; We played "Sockball". A varation of SoFtBaLL. 'Cept we used an empty 1.5 litre bottle for the bat an Eunice's socks for the ball. And the bases were shoes and about 2 metres apart. Hahahaha~! So fun... Until Security came. Tsk. &lt;strong&gt;Security is stoooooopid.&lt;/strong&gt; So we got shooed off. So we went upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside Monkey's House,&lt;/em&gt; Monkey's family was nice. Made Milo, Ice-cream waffles and Fries for us. Really nice of her.  Some of them played Intercept Uno, others hacked Monkey's MSN account. Tsk. Hahaha. It was fun nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we left for Junction 8 to have dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On our way to J8,&lt;/strong&gt; had a discussion about our parents disciplining us. I think discipline was pretty standard. But Chu Ting's family is wild. Her dad has porn mags, her maid goes out of the house without permission. I dunno, but i think it's kinda overboard. Well, who am i to judge. -shrug- Ok. Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J8! Finally!&lt;/strong&gt; We went to the food court. No seats. (Not surprising considering how many of us there were.) So we had to eat out side in the corridor. Bought our food, went out to eat. Everyone was looking funny at us. But not nice to look back, so we didn't. It was fun actually.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's all pretend to be refugees!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! It's 'Eat Like A Refugee' Day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HahahaZ. OK. Pretty long entry today. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Poor Cherlyn (Sec 4 Chinese Dancer) did something to her foot. So Tcher Laura suggested Jason carry her. Ahahaha. -wink- )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108712391229193067?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108712391229193067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108712391229193067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108712391229193067' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108687629640133120</id><published>2004-06-10T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T22:08:47.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: Tired]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back! I'm back! I'm baaaaccckkkkkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why call her Chris?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because her name's Charissa! Then her nickname's Chariss! And we don't want to call her Chariss so we call her Chris!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why Christopher?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because it sounds nice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversation between me and a baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -fiddles with a bunch of play-doh while chewing gum-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby: -stares intently-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -chew chew chew-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby: &lt;strong&gt;You don't eat that!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank you from the bottom of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We thank you from the bottom of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We thank you and we thank you &lt;br /&gt;And we really really thank you&lt;br /&gt;We thank you from the bottom of our hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank you for translating everything&lt;br /&gt;We thank you for translating everything&lt;br /&gt;We thank you for translating -pause- &lt;br /&gt;Translating and translating&lt;br /&gt;We thank you for translating everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank you everyone for coming here&lt;br /&gt;We also hope you had a lot of fun&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for us to go&lt;br /&gt;And so and so and so&lt;br /&gt;So we thank you everyone for coming here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a beetle, there's a beetle on my toe!&lt;br /&gt;There's a beetle, there's a beetle on my toe!&lt;br /&gt;There's a beetle on my toe &lt;br /&gt;And he's crawling to-and-fro&lt;br /&gt;There's a beetle, there's a beetle on my toe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch all the LiNKiN PaRk Music Videos! Especially "Breaking the Habit". What an incredible song there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kobe is an incredible 3-point shooter. Incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Calling is a great band. A great band. Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Lives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it love tonight&lt;br /&gt;When everyone's dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Of a better life&lt;br /&gt;In this world&lt;br /&gt;Divided by fear&lt;br /&gt;We've gotta believe that&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason we're here&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason we're here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the truth all around&lt;br /&gt;Our faith can be broken&lt;br /&gt;And our hands can be bound&lt;br /&gt;But open our hearts and fill up the emptyness&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to stop us&lt;br /&gt;Is it not worth the risk?&lt;br /&gt;Is it not worth the risk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause these are the days worth livin'&lt;br /&gt;These are the years we're given&lt;br /&gt;And these are the moments&lt;br /&gt;These are the times&lt;br /&gt;Let's make the best out of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;To speak our minds&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta let out what's inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it love tonight&lt;br /&gt;When everyone's dreaming&lt;br /&gt;But can we get it right?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but can we get it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if hope was SHATTERED&lt;br /&gt;I know it wouldn't matter&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments&lt;br /&gt;These are the times&lt;br /&gt;Let's make the best out of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More precious, than silver &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More costly, than gold &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More beautiful, than diamonds &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nothing i desire, compares with you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all, for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have sought me in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Brought me into your light&lt;br /&gt;You have showered me with your love&lt;br /&gt;What have i given you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ave cleansed me from my sins and&lt;br /&gt;Transformed me into a new creation&lt;br /&gt;Gave me all your love&lt;br /&gt;What have i given you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me live my life each day&lt;br /&gt;Pleasing you in every way&lt;br /&gt;Humble me, and strengthen me&lt;br /&gt;Let me dwell in you alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lord, My God&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you my life&lt;br /&gt;My Lord, My God&lt;br /&gt;Let me give My All For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for You, All for You&lt;br /&gt;Give my All for You&lt;br /&gt;Serving You, Loving You&lt;br /&gt;Give &lt;em&gt;My All For You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108687629640133120?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108687629640133120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108687629640133120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108687629640133120' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108574797136845254</id><published>2004-05-28T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T20:39:31.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declare this week, HUGGING WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala~ Shrek 2 was a funny movie. Ahahahahaha~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Livin' Da Vida Loca!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh stop that Gollum. You sound CONSTIPATED!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for Ms Fong! And her &lt;strong&gt;Samurai Jack Question!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the answer was c) He has cool sandals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i put d) And a NiCe haIRcuT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahahaha~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't do it. Please don't do it.. Please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't know about this, shouldn't have read from over your shoulder, but i can't pretend nothing happened. Give yourself time.. It's too soon to even think about this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play IcY ToWeR~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Politically-Correct FairyTales are really incredibly correct. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ow's tummy is quite hard actually. No fat. Ahahahahaha~ I'm not perv. It really is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys a lot man.. Sighhh.. Well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends 4ever =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108574797136845254?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108574797136845254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108574797136845254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108574797136845254' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108566834316774825</id><published>2004-05-27T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T22:32:23.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalalalalala~ I just got info that got no training 2morrow! So can go for movie! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you understand, say you understand. If you don't understand, say you don't understand. If you don't understand but say you understand, then how to tell whether you understand or don't understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted it over already!!!!!!!! I did! Oh.. mind you, don't go overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany Ex-Grandma has got this really incredibly huge house. Ahahah. She's eccentric -kind of-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bLuRRy- By Puddle Of Mudd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's so blurry &lt;br /&gt;And everyone's so fake &lt;br /&gt;And everybody's empty &lt;br /&gt;And everything is so messed up &lt;br /&gt;Pre-occupied without you &lt;br /&gt;I cannot live at all &lt;br /&gt;My whole world surrounds you &lt;br /&gt;I stumble then I crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my someone&lt;br /&gt;You can be my scene&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll protect you&lt;br /&gt;From all of the obscene&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what you're doin'&lt;br /&gt;Imagine where you are&lt;br /&gt;There's oceans in between us&lt;br /&gt;But that's not very far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you take it all away &lt;br /&gt;Can you take it all away &lt;br /&gt;When you shoved it in my face &lt;br /&gt;This pain you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is changing &lt;br /&gt;There's no one left that's real &lt;br /&gt;So make up your own ending &lt;br /&gt;And let me know just how you feel &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am lost without you &lt;br /&gt;I cannot live at all &lt;br /&gt;My whole world surrounds you &lt;br /&gt;I stumble then I crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pain you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told me what you thought &lt;br /&gt;Nobody told me what to say &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told you where to hide &lt;br /&gt;Nobody told you what to say &lt;br /&gt;Everyone showed you where to turn &lt;br /&gt;Showed you where to run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;Can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;Well you shoved it in my face &lt;br /&gt;This pain you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it all away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108566834316774825?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108566834316774825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108566834316774825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108566834316774825' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108558310691981759</id><published>2004-05-26T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T22:51:46.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR! Somewhat Nostalgic]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a hug counter! I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Remember relatives, AKA Mavis, Yiyou, Sharon, etc. , I am your nephew/great grandson/brother. Not niece/great granddaughter/sister. Yupyup. Thanks to Jocelyn my uncle. Ahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall think of a place to put blinkies. Hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She WAVED! SHE DID!!! w00h00!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto. Been reading chat logs. Sighhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dun wanna losE u wOrX."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno... How should i react.. i remember everything really clearly. I don't want to forget it. But it's still going.  Fast..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108558310691981759?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108558310691981759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108558310691981759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108558310691981759' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108505944914261258</id><published>2004-05-20T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:18:47.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: ReTaRDeD!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed my first assignment! I interviewed Mr Ngiow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEWSFLASH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light dimmer fell out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The lights are permanently dim. Until they fix it.&lt;br /&gt;(Note the words 'flash' and 'dimmer')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, Ms Ow, Technology is so good that we have been fitted with Solar-Powered brains. Therefore, we do not work well in conditions with dim lights. Because we'll just be pretty much braindead. No power/energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CY: "Ms Ow? Don't we BRIGHTEN up your day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Speech &lt;strong&gt;Proposal&lt;/strong&gt;? Cheronne needs one of these..&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ow: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because she's needs a proposal that you will accept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a nanosecond of silence- &lt;br /&gt;-hysterical laughter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. I'm very proud of myself. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially a reporter for the 1/11 class newsletter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ScreenMate Poo is so stupidly fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Blinky addiction!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this crappy essay! Still can remember Sharon scolding me for doing that the last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyohz! Then do properly lah! You naughty girl.. Lolz.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken fillets are really nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT GOING IF ***** GOES! -freaks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108505944914261258?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108505944914261258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108505944914261258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108505944914261258' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108488317917476652</id><published>2004-05-18T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T20:26:19.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: wEiRD!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO-DO LIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Find Brad Pitt Poster&lt;br /&gt;-Find Owen Poster&lt;br /&gt;-Convince Jocelyn that Yoda is hotter than Brad. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;-Find Faramir Card&lt;br /&gt;-Get Simple Plan's Album&lt;br /&gt;-Be a Better 'Keeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Of Course..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLEAR THE BLASTED HOMEWORK WE HAVE BEEN OVERLOADED WITH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you leave me here alone now&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;That you know me&lt;br /&gt;That I should be always doin what you say&lt;br /&gt;Cause Im tryin' to get through today&lt;br /&gt;And there's one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Things will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Cause I won't wait&lt;br /&gt;Cause you won't change&lt;br /&gt;And you'll always be this way&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna get through today&lt;br /&gt;And there's one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run away, run away, running as fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;Run away, run away, I'll never come back here again&lt;br /&gt;Run away, run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think about you&lt;br /&gt;or think about me&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna figure this out&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think about you&lt;br /&gt;or think about nothin'&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna talk this one out&lt;br /&gt;This time I won't let you bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Won't let you shut me out&lt;br /&gt;'This time I know, I don't wanna think about you, &lt;br /&gt;Run away, run away ,I don't wanna think about you&lt;br /&gt;Run away, run away ,I don't wanna think about you&lt;br /&gt;Run away, run away ,I don't wanna think about you&lt;br /&gt;Run away, run away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said let's talk about it&lt;br /&gt;As she walked out on me and slammed the door&lt;br /&gt;But I just laugh about it &lt;br /&gt;'Cause she's always playin' those games&lt;br /&gt;Deep down I know she loves me&lt;br /&gt;But she's got a funny way of showin' me how she cares &lt;br /&gt;Last night she did a doughnut on my lawn&lt;br /&gt;And drove out with one finger in the air&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that's the way, uh-huh uh-huh, I like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its black&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its white&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm right&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we talk about it &lt;br /&gt;Or we figure it out &lt;br /&gt;But then she'll just change her mind&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she's hot&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm cold&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my head wants to explode&lt;br /&gt;But when I think about it&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with her&lt;br /&gt;Every other time&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, every other time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it up homegirl &lt;br /&gt;Don't you quit&lt;br /&gt;You know &lt;br /&gt;The way you scream is the ultimate&lt;br /&gt;And when I &lt;br /&gt;Walk away just watch the clock &lt;br /&gt;I bet I &lt;br /&gt;Don't even get around the block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there the angel from my nightmare&lt;br /&gt;The shadow in the background of the morgue&lt;br /&gt;The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley&lt;br /&gt;We can live like Jack and Sally if we want&lt;br /&gt;Where you can always find me&lt;br /&gt;And we'll have Halloween on Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And in the night we'll wish this never ends&lt;br /&gt;We'll wish this never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you and I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody and always&lt;br /&gt;This sick strange darkness&lt;br /&gt;Comes creeping on so haunting every time&lt;br /&gt;And as I stared I counted&lt;br /&gt;The webs from all the spiders&lt;br /&gt;Catching things and eating their insides&lt;br /&gt;Like indecision to call you&lt;br /&gt;and hear your voice of treason&lt;br /&gt;Will you come home and stop this pain tonight&lt;br /&gt;Stop this pain tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on me you're already&lt;br /&gt;The voice inside my head &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 There's Still Time For You&lt;br /&gt;Time To Buy And Time To Lose&lt;br /&gt;15... There's Never a Wish &lt;br /&gt;Better Than This&lt;br /&gt;When You've Only Got a Hundred Years&lt;br /&gt;To Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;There's many things I wish I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain I put you through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;And The Reason Is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason to show&lt;br /&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;br /&gt;And The Reason Is -&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LYRICS OVERLOAD!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108488317917476652?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108488317917476652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108488317917476652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108488317917476652' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108445562128129082</id><published>2004-05-13T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T21:40:21.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Feeling: Like Hugging Ppl! Hug Me! HUG MEEEE!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Give Me a HOOOMMMMEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;Where the Buffalo Roam&lt;br /&gt;Where The Deer and the Antelope PLLLAAAAYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Seldom is HEARDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;A Discouraging WORRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;And the Skies are not Cloudy and DaYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOOOOMMMMMMEEEEE! HOOOOOMMMMMMEEEEE ON THE RAAAANNNNGGGGEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;Where the Deer and the Antelope PLLLAAAAAAAYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;Where seldom is HEEEEAAAAARRRRRDDDD&lt;br /&gt;A Discouraging WWOOOOORRRRRDDDD&lt;br /&gt;And the Skies are not cloudy all DaaYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108445562128129082?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108445562128129082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108445562128129082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108445562128129082' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108437276726673449</id><published>2004-05-12T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T21:34:18.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> and&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: Feelingless]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you get rid of your 'Um's?"&lt;br /&gt;"Replace them with 'Errrr's!"&lt;br /&gt;Then how do you get rid of your 'Errrr's?"&lt;br /&gt;"Replace them with 'Um's!"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. So how do you get rid of 'Um's and 'Errrr's?"&lt;br /&gt;"Replace them with 'Hmmmm's!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing in this world is certain save DEATH and OVERDUE HOMEWORK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was fun. 10 rounds was bad. Horrible stamina. So crappy. Still so bad after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing was quite ok. Just can't reach. Still, style's getting better! Yay! P.S. &lt;strong&gt;Jie Jia You! Your throw's getting better! Yay~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got hit 6 times! Joy! Actually i only really felt it once. Well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PT was fun! I'm pretty proud of my sprinting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE MUST WE MUST WE MUST! WE MUST &lt;em&gt;INCREASE OUR BICEPS&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm temporary QM. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut lip, Bruised Arm, Bruised Leg, Bruised Head, A LOT of Mosquito Bites. -shrug-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOSQUITOS ARE STUPID, MINDLESS MOSQUITOS!&lt;/strong&gt; -nods- It's supposed to sound like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're &lt;strong&gt;40 Performing Bananas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bright Yellow Slippery skins&lt;br /&gt;Our features are rather appealing&lt;br /&gt;Though we've neither shoulders nor chins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             -           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Cha-cha, Fandango, and Tango&lt;br /&gt;We kick and we skip and we hop&lt;br /&gt;While half of us belt out a ballad&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us spin like a top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             -    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're &lt;strong&gt;40 Performing Bananas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Mambo, we Samba, we Waltz&lt;br /&gt;We dangle and Swing from the Ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Then turn really Slick Somersaults&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People drive from all over to see us&lt;br /&gt;Our splits earn us worldy renown&lt;br /&gt;We're &lt;strong&gt;40 Performing Bananas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come see us when you are in town!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108437276726673449?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108437276726673449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108437276726673449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108437276726673449' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108411565419087898</id><published>2004-05-09T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T23:18:45.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: TiRed... Wait. Maybe Not.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is represented as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;22 23 24 25 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look at this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2+ 21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, look how far ass kissing will take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-S-S-K-I-S-S-I-N-G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one can then conclude with mathematical&lt;br /&gt;certainty that while HARDWORK and KNOWLEDGE will get you&lt;br /&gt;close, and, ATTITUDE will get you there, BULLSHIT and&lt;br /&gt;ASSKISSING will put you over the top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://-female-.blogspot.com"&gt;Noelle's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are a leader. Just that you don't want to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Morfinwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shrug- I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like when the maid is abused by the employer and she'll take it out on the kids, the US soldiers can't take it out on th terrorists or the civilians. So they gor for the prisoners"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108411565419087898?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108411565419087898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108411565419087898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108411565419087898' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108402861372711162</id><published>2004-05-08T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T23:09:01.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hyPeR but i'm not letting it out. Annoying little cousins are over. -Annoyed-&lt;br /&gt;They are so deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing on huge(Okay so not really huge)  structures is fun!Raced Ah-Gua to the top at one near Noelle's place. Little See-saw like things meant for little kids are fun too! Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I donated $1.10 to charity! I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me&lt;br /&gt;Nanyang ain't gonna make it this year&lt;br /&gt;But we'd been training hard&lt;br /&gt;And we had a good start&lt;br /&gt;So Silver wasn't what we wanted to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the balls start coming and they don't stop coming&lt;br /&gt;Gotta caytch them all and stop the batter from running&lt;br /&gt;Didn't make sense to make that bad throw&lt;br /&gt;The runs came in and we lost the gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hard to throw, so far to bat&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm gonna catch that high ball&lt;br /&gt;You know that you gotta tag-up&lt;br /&gt;You better go back and tag-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, you're an all-star&lt;br /&gt;Get your game on, go play&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, we're gonna rock ya&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna beat ya, thrash ya hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that glitters is gold&lt;br /&gt;That's what we're taking HOOOOMMMMEEE!&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Want To Think About You&lt;br /&gt;Or Think About Me&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Want To Figure This Out&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Want To Think About You&lt;br /&gt;Or Think About Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Don't Want To Talk This One Out&lt;br /&gt;This Time I Won't Let You Bring Me Down&lt;br /&gt;Won't Let You Shut Me Out&lt;br /&gt;'This Time I Know, I Don't Wanna Think About You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't regret. Cause i saw you...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108402861372711162?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108402861372711162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108402861372711162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108402861372711162' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108354557787935876</id><published>2004-05-03T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T08:57:19.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: hYPeR!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladumdadeedum~! Sorry.Haven't blogged for ages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my sister's b'day party. She's P4 and quite retarded. *nods* And so are her friends. For example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone actually asked me &lt;strong&gt;"Are you a boy or a girl?"&lt;/strong&gt; Now, what kind of question is that? She really can't tell? Oh yes. And she asked &lt;strong&gt;"Are you really 100% girl?"&lt;/strong&gt; oO *shrug* Well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esplanade Concert Hall has no reception. Argh. Sorry i replied so late. Because of NO RECEPTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match today! Finals vs TKGS. Seniors must Jia You! To TKGians, &lt;strong&gt;May The Best Team Win&lt;/strong&gt;. We're both great teams and we both trained hard so... yeah. &lt;strong&gt;May The Best Team Win&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing placards with "N" "Y" "4" "E" "V" "E" "R" on it. Yup. Lalalalalala~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108354557787935876?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108354557787935876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108354557787935876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108354557787935876' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108289643072301628</id><published>2004-04-25T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T20:42:02.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: oBVioUSLy sLaCKiNg]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OUR BRAIN GETS SMART BUT YOUR HEAD GETS DUMB! &lt;br /&gt;So hard to throw So far to bat &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm gonna catch that high ball.. &lt;br /&gt;You know that you gotta tag up.. &lt;br /&gt;You know that you gotta tag up.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey now you're an all-star get your game on go play* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAHAA hey that sounds very laaammme. aha! and the other one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*all that glitters is gold.. that's what we're taking h0000mee whooooa* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: hey I made those up ok!! I take credit. hmph."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------ Noelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Noelle sure can make up stuff. Very soon we'll have the whole song of All*Star done. Ohhhhhhhhh yeah. Waitwaitwait. Check this one out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel it in my fingers, i feel it in my thighs..&lt;br /&gt;Pain is rushing through me, And i can't open my eyes!!"&lt;br /&gt;---Noelle again, while we were practising fielding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha! w00h00! Don't you just love silly little parodies?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108289643072301628?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108289643072301628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108289643072301628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108289643072301628' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108247195536862112</id><published>2004-04-20T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T22:43:19.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: PreTTy Ok I GueSS]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Sorry guys, haven't blogged for ages. I've been good. I've been abstaining from the computer. Never. Shall stop the crap and go into what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training has been fun. Like when we played HotBox. Haha. That was brilliant fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music was quite fun. i did try to play the guitar for that but it didn't work out. So i was the beat-keeper. the job of the beat-keeper is highly underrated. Highly highly underrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhh... Yes. Mel's party. Me so clever! Me got stuck on top of the monkey bars! Me didn't dare jump off! Me RocKZ! But it was 3 metres off the ground so not my fault. But the view of the stars there was very very nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match was sad. So many errors. Well... Nationals we'll be the top. No more silver medals. I'm gonna hide this trophy at the bottom of my dustbin. Now i understand how Monkey feels when she says "&lt;strong&gt;SiLVeR HuRtS&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does hurt. But i know the team'll train even harder. We're gonna make the Gold for nationals this year. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no trying; either you do it, or you don't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Nice phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy's B'day today. Ahaha. Didn't really get to wish her. Well. I think she got me present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B Div Match @ TKGS today. 7 of us squeezed into Ms Ong's car. Lol. It really was quite funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match. Right. Nice pitching from their pitcher. Michelle Fong pitched really nicely too, though. Shijun made very nice throws. Very nicely flowing game. And *quotes someone* "that was a disgustingly good hit!" Haha. No offense, but that's a nice phrase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto. Better go, Cya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Motto: &lt;strong&gt;SiLVeR HuRtS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Song: All Star By Smashmouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All Star&lt;/strong&gt; By SmashMouth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed.&lt;br /&gt;She was lookin' kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb &lt;br /&gt;In the shape of an "L" on her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the years start coming, and they don't stop coming&lt;br /&gt;Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't make sense not to live for fun.&lt;br /&gt;Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb.&lt;br /&gt;So much to do, so much to see&lt;br /&gt;So what's wrong with taking the backstreets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know if you don't go.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never shine if you don't glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, you're an All Star! Get your game on, go play.&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, you're a Rock Star! Get the show on, get paid.&lt;br /&gt;And all that glitters is gold.&lt;br /&gt;Only shooting stars break the mold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cool place, and they say it gets colder.&lt;br /&gt;You're bundled up now, wait 'till you get older.&lt;br /&gt;But the media men beg to differ&lt;br /&gt;Judging by the hole in the satellite picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice we skate is getting pretty thin.&lt;br /&gt;The water's getting warm so you might as well swim.&lt;br /&gt;My world's on fire, how about your's?&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz that's the way I like it and I'll never get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, you're an All Star! Get your game on, go play.&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, you're a Rock Star! Get the show on, get paid.&lt;br /&gt;And all that glitters is gold.&lt;br /&gt;Only shooting stars break the mold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, you're an All Star! Get your game on, go play.&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, you're a Rock Star! Get the show on, get paid.&lt;br /&gt;And all that glitters is gold.&lt;br /&gt;Only shooting stars--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas&lt;br /&gt;I need to get myself away from this place.&lt;br /&gt;I said yep, what a concept. I could use a little fuel myself.&lt;br /&gt;And we could all use a little change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming.&lt;br /&gt;Fed to the rules and I hit the ground the running.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't make sense not to live for fun.&lt;br /&gt;Your brain gets smart, but your head gets dumb.&lt;br /&gt;So much to do, so much to see.&lt;br /&gt;So what's wrong with taking the backstreets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know if you don't go.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never shine if you don't glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, you're an All Star! Get your game on, go play.&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, you're a Rock Star! Get the show on, get paid.&lt;br /&gt;And all that glitters is gold.&lt;br /&gt;Only shooting stars break the mold.&lt;br /&gt;And all that glitters is gold.&lt;br /&gt;Only shooting stars break the mold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108247195536862112?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108247195536862112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108247195536862112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108247195536862112' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108185887987060201</id><published>2004-04-13T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T20:25:14.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: FiNe]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To-Do List&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Get New Insoles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Monkey, no matter what you decide, we'll be right behind you. Yup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108185887987060201?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108185887987060201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108185887987060201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108185887987060201' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108177564984386466</id><published>2004-04-12T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T21:23:14.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: sLacK]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala~ Today was pretty fun i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NZQ!! Wahahaha! Ehehehe. No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCL was ok, was stressed because of the test. I could have done better. Stupid careless mistakes. Bah. At least i improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was boring as usual. Ngiow has got to make his lessons more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was kewl. Played with ice! No further details, but all my group members must have got frostbite. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked around the rest of the time. Until the match time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, wearing a shirt inside your jersey is not recommended. DO NOT do so unless you are forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to storeroom to get equipment. Stumbled upon a lizard. Wanted to catch it, but Christine stopped me. She let it go into the drain, and then she was like "Say byebye now." So i was like  "Okaaaaay.." And then she said "Must blow it a kiss!" &lt;strong&gt;-_-lll&lt;/strong&gt; Uh right. So i did. o0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus, was making Christine identify some songs that were playing. Not too bad. The BSB songs were crappy, and Aqua is SO OUTDATED! But "That's Why (You Go Away)" was very good. Man, what a hit. w00h00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match! First 2 innings were quite ok i guess. Not exceptionally good or anything. I wasn't really watching because i was catching for Uncle An-De-Lay. Ow. Got lots of bruises. Dangit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha. Sharon really really likes this girl in AES called Andrea. Lol. Jie's really really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last inning! Coach actually put me in! Made a nice hit. Then again, AES wasn't fielding too well either. Well. I scored at least. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to skool, singing silly songs in the bus. Ladumdadeedum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rub rub* Ow. Recommended by ted, you should rub bruises. Ow ow OW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If i were a Lame Ah-gua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were a lame ah-gua&lt;br /&gt;Then i would never marry&lt;br /&gt;I would never kiss a guy&lt;br /&gt;so i can die unhappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause all the guys are so ugly&lt;br /&gt;That's y i m n ah-gua&lt;br /&gt;Cause' i'm so chio and they are not&lt;br /&gt;So i will die an ah-gua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some weird song with no title&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;You love me&lt;br /&gt;Ho-Mo-Se-Xua-Li-Ty&lt;br /&gt;They think that we're only friends&lt;br /&gt;Actually we're lesbians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the content. Just thought it was quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE WILL ROCK YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy you're a boy make a big noise&lt;br /&gt;Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day&lt;br /&gt;You got mud on yo' face&lt;br /&gt;You big disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Kickin' your can all over the place&lt;br /&gt;Singin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We will we will rock you&lt;br /&gt;We will we will rock you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy you're a young man hard man&lt;br /&gt;Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day&lt;br /&gt;You got blood on yo' face&lt;br /&gt;You big disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Wavin' your banner all over the place&lt;br /&gt;'We will we will rock you'&lt;br /&gt;Singin'&lt;br /&gt;'We will we will rock you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy you're an old man poor man&lt;br /&gt;Pleadin' with your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you some peace someday&lt;br /&gt;You got mud on your face&lt;br /&gt;You big disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Somebody better put you back into your place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We will we will rock you'&lt;br /&gt;Singin'&lt;br /&gt;'We will we will rock you'&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;'We will we will rock you'&lt;br /&gt;'We will we will rock you'&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love her you gotta say, or she won't know anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108177564984386466?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108177564984386466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108177564984386466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108177564984386466' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108155776872474537</id><published>2004-04-10T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T08:46:38.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: pReTTy oK i gUeSS]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P6 TNS GEP 2003 rocks. Totally. Esp. Aunty Mart, Aunty Joo, and Uncle Ang.  Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the group again. Was great. Bowling in the morning, and Brenda got a Turkey! A &lt;strong&gt;Turkey&lt;/strong&gt;! Way cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-Lynn got rainbow ankle socks with toes!!! Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make...  i think that.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixing things together, (pratically anything mechanical) is totally cool! Wahahaha! Esp. Tamiya cars (i have so many because i buy them tro fix together and ignore afterwards), Gundam, StikFas!!, stuff like that. They're really fun!! and... and.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. i'm crapping. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured out some nice chords. They flow well. And i can play "Mary Had A Little Lamb" on the guitar! I'm so proud of myself! Haha. Nono. I'm just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Someone's B'day on Sunday!! And i really don' t know what to get. Sharon said mirror. But the senior'd probably kill the junior right? Well... I'll think of something. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108155776872474537?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108155776872474537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108155776872474537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108155776872474537' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108125838628637162</id><published>2004-04-06T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T21:36:51.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: sLaCKiNg LiFe aWay!!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know something? I feel the thrill of blogging is gone. All i talk about is the boring day, and the soccer game. Of course, other things happen, but i don't want to bring them up. Not very... nice. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really stupid, and insignificant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRIMES &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Missing during soccer(as in the kick doesn't even connect)&lt;br /&gt;-Not writing to aNGeL&lt;br /&gt;-Crapping away&lt;br /&gt;-Wasting time (mine and others)&lt;br /&gt;-Giving up before i even try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of others. List would go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've decided not to read other ppl's reactions, and instead look for myself. From something that happened today. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DELETE CHAIN-MAILS! THEY ARE UTTER CRAP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HaKuNa MaTaTa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch "The Lion King" again. It's a great movie. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108125838628637162?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108125838628637162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108125838628637162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108125838628637162' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108082563555029680</id><published>2004-04-01T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T21:24:14.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: MeNTaL! YeaH!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalala~. Mental again. w00h00! Ladumdadeedum~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We changed seats today! Uh, guess it's pretty ok for me... But i have to admit i'm freaked by the thought of sitting near to YM. She's very unpredictable, and totally scary... I FREAKED when i was told of the arrangement. Lucky we managed to make ome changes, so it's not that bad... Our group is totally crazy. But i miss Louise, Liza and Barfie. It was great sitting next to them. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically boring day. Again. *sigh*. Nearly died during Ngiow-Ngiow's class. Stupid statistics. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess! Lalalalalala~! &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE RECESS!! w00h00!&lt;/strong&gt; Ladumdadeedum~ MY life is getting musical with all the "Ladumdadeedum"s and "Lalalalala"s. Lol. Soccer is a great game. Somehow though, i can't seem to kick well. Guess i'm more a defender. Or 'keeper. Being 'keeper rocks. Yay. Bethany says i'm the only one not scared of the ball. It's not true. Just that i can take the pain of the ball being hit straight at me hard. Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog wasn't too bad, after Ngiow's lesson. Lit was interesting. "Philosophical Jo". LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was great fun. Wahahaha. Gym. Lalalalalala~ Did a nice workout. Lol. Felicia was having trouble because the machine didn't really cater to her needs. Well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WANT TO TRAIN MORE! I&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NEED &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TO TRAIN MORE!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping! Ladumdadeedum~ I tried doing the P4 routine. Couldn't do it. Hmph. Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relay was nice. We won! 4-0. First running with medicine ball. Haha. Joce was so fast. Wow. We won by quite a bit. Haha. We rock. The others did well too though. Except the silly medicine ball kept rolling away. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheelbarrow! Won again. But this time was quite close. Good work-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running! Nice (un)fair game. Ms Ong gave te other team advantages. It was a draw anyway, didn't really matter. Lalalalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Thing You Do Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, doin' that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;Breaking my heart into a million pieces, like you always do&lt;br /&gt;And you, don't mean to be cruel&lt;br /&gt;You never even knew about the heartache&lt;br /&gt;I've been goin' through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I try and try to forget you girl&lt;br /&gt;But it's just so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Every time you do that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, know all the games you play&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna find a way to let you know that&lt;br /&gt;You'll be mine someday&lt;br /&gt;Cause we, could be happy, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only let me be the one to hold you,&lt;br /&gt;And keep you here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I try and try to forget you girl&lt;br /&gt;But it's just so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Every time you do that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask a lot girl but I know one thing's for sure&lt;br /&gt;It's the love I haven't got girl&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't take it anymore (whoa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we, could be happy, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only let me be the one to hold you,&lt;br /&gt;And keep you here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it hurts me so just to see you go&lt;br /&gt;Around with someone new&lt;br /&gt;And if I know you, you're doin' that thing&lt;br /&gt;Every day, just doin' that thing&lt;br /&gt;I can't take you doin' that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108082563555029680?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108082563555029680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108082563555029680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108082563555029680' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108074113113775403</id><published>2004-03-31T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T21:55:48.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: ReTaRDeD]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00h00! Retardation, retardation. LALALALALALALA~! Spastarded me! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha. Today was a regular day. Ladundadeedum. Except that we got Nonya Dumplings from He Lao Shi and the sec 2s were all "Give me some!" that sort of thing. You get the idea. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Soccer again. I managed not to yell that much! w00h00! Lalalalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was pretty nice. Discussed silly movies like "28 Days Later" and "Scary Movie 3". So fun. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match against Fajar. Had one really nice inning, Lots of runs in. Eunice hit &lt;strong&gt;HOME RUN!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HOME RUN!&lt;/strong&gt; Yay! Go Eunice! Haha. Yay! Won 25-6. Lalalalalalala~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't be complacent. Won't be complacent. Won't be complacent.  Won't be complacent. Won't be complacent. Won't be complacent. 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Won't be complacent. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108074113113775403?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108074113113775403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108074113113775403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108074113113775403' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108065270179591154</id><published>2004-03-30T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T21:21:57.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: HyPeR]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalala~ I am HyPeRaCTiVe. w00H00. Ohhhh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh. I need a plastic cockroach urgently. *search search search*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bball recruiting again. Was offered. Turned it down. I have not regretted since the day i was literally thrown out of the practice. &lt;strong&gt;SoFtBaLL rockZ. &lt;/strong&gt;So there. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sian day, i guess. No action. Boredom rules my world. Ladumdadeedum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer game! Quite retarded. Yet it was incredibly fun. Even thiough i couldn't kick or pass or goalkeep properly. Arghh. Don't like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehehe. Wait. Shall finish this entry before i continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home econs was quite disastrous. Haha. The outcome... No comment. Except that it looked good enough for Christine to eat two of them. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match was nice. ShiJun-Aunt hit once over the fence into the drain. LOL. The fielders actually went into the drain to get the ball. Haha. And spent about half the match make grass bouquets. Wanted to make more but we stopped. NOt nice to pluck grass from other ppl's fields. Lol. Gave them to WanYi who put them down YiYou's jersey and who stuck them on SiQi's head. Carol got a photo! Haha. Then the bouquets got thrown around, so i'm not too sure what actually happened. Then we found them and gave one to Siok and one to Carol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-SIOK-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Siok! For you!&lt;br /&gt;S: Uhhh.. Thank you..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-CAROL-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: For you!&lt;br /&gt;C: Uhhhh... Thank you.. What am i suppposed to do with it?&lt;br /&gt;J: Keep it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. How nice of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DRANK FROM THE SAME CARTON AS _____!! WAHAHAHA~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After match, Noelle wanted me to send her home. But she forgot where she lived and how to get there. So we spent 1/2 hour looking for it. Haha. How fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not yell when i make mistakes during football. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108065270179591154?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108065270179591154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108065270179591154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108065270179591154' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108039732065620237</id><published>2004-03-27T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T22:25:32.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Feeling: FiNe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Interesting day i guess. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkathon. Crappy. Pointless. w00h00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walkathon, took sometime to decide if we should go for training straight. In the end, spent 10 mins staring into space b4 going to skool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to watch busking, but Siok Ming said to go back to skool asap. Never mind, it's over. Shall stop talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladumdadeedum~. Ah yes. Was annoying Ariel all the way. AIREL, ARIES, and AIRES. Lol. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training. Learnt to bunt. Quite fun i guess. Lalalalala~. I need to practise throwing. Still throwing off-target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Bunting! Catching is fun. w00h00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bunting, Miss Ong made us run extra rounds. How nice of her. At least i kept up, so i guess my stamina is getting a little better. &lt;strong&gt;JOY TO THE WORLD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training camp does not sound good. No. Miss Ong as ShiJun to help train us during training camp. Then ShiJun was like "Sollie! I want to study!" Haha. So cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bats are good guitars. Eunice, TianYu and i were playing bats. Lol. And singing "Dui4 Mian4 De Nu3 Hai2" Haha. So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108039732065620237?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108039732065620237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108039732065620237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108039732065620237' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108030879949483418</id><published>2004-03-26T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T21:50:09.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: gReaT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived WWII today. Don't understand? Shal elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played soccer during recess. My ankle's great now, just a little weird. And kind of swollen. But there's no pain, so.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Anyway, i played goalkeeper, and it just so happens that the softabblers were using the netball court to practise throwing. (We were using the bball court to play soccer.) And Lynette and Bethany were on the opposing team. So, yeah. A lot of action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kick hard. Very hard. Ball went towards the netball court millions of times. Oof. Had to keep running after it. Right into the place where they were throwing. Oo I survived it all. Hooray. It's a miracle. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so happens that when i was running to get the ball, Siok threw. Argh. Freaky. I think i'm scarred for life. Haha. No lah. Jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored bored bored. Then just before recess ended, Jasmine saw San-auntY in a rather figure-hugging get-up. Uh yeah. So she was like : "34, 25, 32!!" Shall not elaborate further. Lol. That was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel could not open her root beer bottle. Haha. Tried to get Mavis to open for her. Then joce and i were imagining what Mavis would say. Haha. Like "AIREL! You very weak leh!" Haha. Jkjk. No offense. But it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala~. Jo went to see doc, told her to go to polyclinic. Hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Joanna. haha. Me and the other Sarah were annoying them. Wahaha. Sarah Ng is my cousin, and Joanna's my aunt. Sarah Cheang's my mum!! Ehehe. Got scratched. Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And here's something to think about. I heard THE FEMALE COCKROACH (XY) said something about not being able to live without -someone-. Argh. It's not Sarah Cheang. It's HY. Go figure if you want to know. Sheesh. She doesn't like you, man, thinks you suck. Gth. She's with someone whom she actually loves. You don't stand a chance. Never mind. I shall not go deeper. Watch it though, if you try anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I will stand up for my friends. I promise)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to the Pink Panther. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da dum *snap* Da dum *snap* Da dum da dum da dum da dum da dum.... Da dum. *snap*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha! Yay! Excuse me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108030879949483418?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108030879949483418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108030879949483418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108030879949483418' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-108022041614646002</id><published>2004-03-25T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T21:17:05.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: gReaT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalala~ Ladumdadeedum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. A bit hyper. Though i feel stupid. oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal day. Home econs had one interesting incident though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M:&lt;/strong&gt; They are the same!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CY:&lt;/strong&gt; No! I'm very sure the orange one tastes like orange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Go figure. Science and maths were sian though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess! Too lazy to go down. Stole food from other ppl. Haha. Then i watched the 414 group practise their busking act, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are good. Transition quite ok. But frankly, i think some of them are playing too many roles, so they aren't really coordinated. But it's good. Brilliant song choices and choreography. w00h00. Should be great on the actual day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But cannot watch.. Got training right after the walkathon. Poof. Maybe can hang around for awhile. Maybe i'll bring my scooter or something with wheels. Then can wheel. Yay. Ok. I'm mental. Ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah. English, acted out our dialogue thing. Disasterous. Sort of. Slapstick. Shall not elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch, ran away with the one ring. Then realized that Er-aunt was behind. oO Haha. Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala~ w00h00! Training! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got there late. Couldn't runbecause my stupid ankle conked out. Well. Did tons of batting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUST not let release my right hand while batting. Must must must NOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mud! Yay! Okok. Jkjk. Ladumdadeedum~. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Not much else. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jimmyeatworld.net/vlp/index-vlp.html#"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JimmyEatWorld&lt;/strong&gt; Virtual Listening Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Track 3. It's The Middle. Great song. Listen to it sometime, and get addicted. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-108022041614646002?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108022041614646002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/108022041614646002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108022041614646002' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-107995914308357976</id><published>2004-03-22T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T21:29:38.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: wEiRd!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won! Yay! Haha. Great game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First inning, not good. Tkgs got 7 runs in, with no outs. oO We scored 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second inning. Brilliant pitching by Monkey. Struck them out. &lt;strong&gt;w00t! Go Monkey!&lt;/strong&gt; Saved the game. Snatched it from the jaws of death. Otherwise we'd have lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the game kind of sort of took a turn that inning.  They scored none, we got, uhhh, some. Yeah. Can't remember exactly though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last inning. Very close game. Very, very close. Both did equally well. Yup. Very close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TKGS ppl, you guys played a mean game. Great job.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won 11-10. Very very close game. Great job every1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Today. Regular day. Except i got two new nicknames. Cha Ye Dan and Egg. Lol. So cute. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz below, got 42. Try it. Pretty interesting. Don't know about truth though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the SRC are coming out. Lol. Sounds good. Haha. Shall add them in the picture section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Should go do hw now. Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Who's David - Busted&lt;br /&gt;=I Miss You - Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;=Feeling This - Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;=Hold On - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;=Crashed The Wedding - Busted&lt;br /&gt;=You Don't Miss Your Water - Craig David&lt;br /&gt;=I Promise - Stacie Orrico&lt;br /&gt;=This I Promise You - N'Sync&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-107995914308357976?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107995914308357976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107995914308357976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107995914308357976' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-107995905056085362</id><published>2004-03-22T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T20:40:55.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Phil gave this test on Oprah. Some folks pay a lot of money to find this stuff out. Read on, this is very interesting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something that you may find interesting psychological profile don't be overly sensitive! The following is pretty accurate. And it only takes 2 minutes. Take this test for yourself and send it to your friends, including the one who sent it, and let them know who you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't peek but begin the test as you scroll down and answer. Answers are for who you are now ... not who you were in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have pen or pencil and paper ready. This is a real test given by the Human Relations Dept. at many of the major corporations today. It helps them get better insight concerning their employees and prospective employees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only 10 simple questions, so .... grab a pencil and paper, keeping track of your letter answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?? Begin.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. When do you feel your best? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) in the morning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) during the afternoon and early evening &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) late at night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. You usually walk&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) fairly fast, with long steps &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) fairly fast, with little steps &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) less fast head up, looking the world in the face &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) less fast, head down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) very slowly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When talking to people you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) stand with your arms folded &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) have your hands clasped &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) have one or both your hands on your hips &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) touch or push the person to whom you are talking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) play with your ear, touch your chin, or smooth your hair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. When relaxing, you sit with&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) your knees bent with your legs neatly side by side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) your legs crossed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) your legs stretched out or straight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) one leg curled under you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. When something really amuses you, you react with&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) a big, appreciative laugh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) a laugh, but not a loud one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) a quiet chuckle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) a sheepish smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. When you go to a party or social gathering&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) make a loud entrance so everyone notices you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) make a quiet entrance, looking around for someone you know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) make the quietest entrance, trying to stay unnoticed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. You're working very hard, concentrating hard, and you're interrupted; do you ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) welcome the break &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) feel extremely irritated &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) vary between these two extremes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Which of the following colours do you like most? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Red or orange &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) black &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) yellow or light blue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) green &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) dark blue or purple &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f) white &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g) brown or grey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. When you are in bed at night, in those last few moments before going to sleep, you lie&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) stretched out on your back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) stretched out face down on your stomach &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) on your side, slightly curled &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) with your head on one arm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) with your head under the covers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. You often dream that you are &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) falling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) fighting or struggling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) searching for something or somebody &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) flying or floating &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) you usually have dreamless sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f) your dreams are always pleasant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINTS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (a) 2 (b) 4 (c) 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 7 (d) 2 (e) 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 5 (d) 7 (e) 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (a) 4 (b) 6 (c) 2 (d) 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. (a) 6 (b) 2 (c) 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. (a) 6 (b) 7 (c) 5 (d) 4 (e) 3 (f) 2 (g) 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. (a) 7 (b) 6 (c) 4 (d) 2 (e) 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 6 (f) 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add up the total number of points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interpretations &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OVER 60 POINTS:&lt;/strong&gt; Others see you as someone they should "handle with care". You're seen as vain, self-centred, and who is extremely dominant. Others may admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but don't always trust you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51 TO 60 POINTS:&lt;/strong&gt; Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile, rather impulsive personality; a natural leader, who's quick to make decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as bold and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; someone who takes chances and enjoys an adventure. They enjoy being in your company because of the excitement you radiate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41 TO 50 POINTS:&lt;/strong&gt; Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the centre of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31 TO 40 POINTS:&lt;/strong&gt; Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful and practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over it if that trust is ever broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 TO 30 POINTS:&lt;/strong&gt; Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment, expecting you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then, usually decide against it. They think this reaction is caused partly by your careful nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNDER 21 POINTS:&lt;/strong&gt; People think you are shy, nervous, and indecisive, someone who needs looking after, who always wants someone else to make the decisions and who doesn't want to get involved with anyone or anything. They see you as a worrier who always sees problems that don't exist. Some people think you're boring. Only those who know you well know that you aren't.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-107995905056085362?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107995905056085362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107995905056085362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107995905056085362' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-107970286257490260</id><published>2004-03-19T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T21:31:03.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling:LoSeR-ish]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Pei Cai game was ok i guess. Seniors said we won because they made errors and we took advantage of it. Maybe, i really can't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seniors played Crescent. It was a pretty nice game, i think. Left me confused though. Well. Brain-damaged me probably won't understand even if someone explained for hours. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, watched HCJC play JJC. Haha. Nice game. Very smooth. Watched more of MaViS playing the GBA(SP). Haha. So cute. *beams* Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MaViS sit with Mich Koh look like couple!!&lt;/strong&gt; So sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Mich Koh's new haircut!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Haha. Oh yeah. Playing with stickers. So fun. HuiTian got stickers all over. HeeZ. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACS(i). Pitcher amazingly steady. Outfield well-timed. Batting, well, brilliant. Andre (Not my uncle. The real one whom they &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; is cute/handsome and has a *quotes someone* "sexy butt" *koff*) hit one over the fence. Nice hit. Steady catcher. Kewl. Very nice play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Um, &lt;strong&gt;horrible&lt;/strong&gt; NTS game. I want to scream. And literally smash my head into a brick wall. Loser me. Strike out, didn't even know. *smash once* ArGh!! Then this is even worse. Left field. Dreaming. Overthrow. Stood there. Didn't even know what to do. STUPID ME *smashes a few more times* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to &lt;strong&gt;SCREW UP&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh wow. Screwing up is so fun. *heavy sarcasm* I deserve to die. Urgh.. *Smash* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangit. Why smash so much still nothing.. Crap.. Me is so useless.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-107970286257490260?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107970286257490260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107970286257490260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107970286257490260' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-107961528114082353</id><published>2004-03-18T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T21:22:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Feeling: BLaCKMaiLiSh. Lol]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha! Training so fun. &lt;strong&gt;SoCK aTTacK!&lt;/strong&gt; Never mind. Shall go into that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Fielding. Terrible at it. Poof. Need better estimation. Hmmmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahblahblah.. Then started pouring. Haha. Now comes the fun part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach talked to all of us. Haha. How fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SoCk aTTaCk!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know who started it. But Coach got a whole ton of socks thrown at him. Lol. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cockroach!! Haha. There was this AVERAGE-sized cockroach among the bags. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*screams of "ewww! a cockroach!" can be heard*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Really really average.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*more screams*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Um yeah. So quite a few ppl were standing around getting freaked and all. So yeah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*more "argh!"s can be heard* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Killed it. Haha. It was fun watching them scream. Yup. I know i'm a sadist. I'm glad you noticed. LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling blackmailish. Display pics are good tools. BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Ok. Wait. Shall stop. Haha. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-107961528114082353?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107961528114082353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107961528114082353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107961528114082353' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-107952888976444671</id><published>2004-03-17T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T21:21:52.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stumbled upon something interesting. Haha. You should see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERONNE'S TOP FOUR BEAUTIES IN NAN ZHONG!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MICHELLE FONG&lt;/strong&gt; (some people disagree. adele says she looks fine 3 metres away =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOCELYN CHUA &lt;/strong&gt;(muahaha. hu dare disagree has bad taste. so far nobody has except she herself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RACHEL AU-YONG&lt;/strong&gt; (of course, she being an nypsnite is a plus. i always drool at her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAGDALENE &lt;/strong&gt;(rightfully she shouldnt be here, but she's just so nice. so gay, so fliratious...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUTIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LYNETTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMILLA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JASMINE&lt;/strong&gt; (are u happy now?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARIEL &lt;/strong&gt;(come on lah, she's cute wat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/strong&gt; (jocelyn's angel. but then again, she always looks dead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHOON MIN&lt;/strong&gt; (gahaha! hu disagrees? this is another unanimous one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CINDY A.K.A. XXS &lt;/strong&gt;(another unanimous one. she so cute right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHARON &lt;/strong&gt;(yea, the sec 3 one in softball. note: NOT MS OW.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUDREY&lt;/strong&gt; (the dead fish sec 2 in softball. she looks nicer without glasses.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;??&lt;/strong&gt; (the sec 2 councillor in track and field. yes the scary one. my senior brownie that one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAN YI &lt;/strong&gt;(she's cute lah very cute lah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FLORENCE &lt;/strong&gt;(Both sec 2 and sec3 ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHOON YEE &lt;/strong&gt;(in a lets say broom stick kinda way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XUE QI &lt;/strong&gt;(she's cute cute cute cute CUTE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-107952888976444671?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107952888976444671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107952888976444671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107952888976444671' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-107951402271693029</id><published>2004-03-17T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T17:03:40.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Feeling: StiLL SiCk]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is late... But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED B'DAY FLORENCE!!&lt;/strong&gt; (16.03)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED B'DAY FELICIA!&lt;/strong&gt; (14.03)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED B'DAY SHIJUN!!&lt;/strong&gt; (09.03)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED B'DAY NOELLE!&lt;/strong&gt; (27.02)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED B'DAY NAOMI!&lt;/strong&gt; (19.02)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED B'DAY CAROL!&lt;/strong&gt; (27.01)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED B'DAY SARAH!&lt;/strong&gt; (23.01)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED B'DAY HUITIAN!&lt;/strong&gt; (12.01)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED B'DAY TIANYU!&lt;/strong&gt; (07.01)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED B'DAY WANYI!&lt;/strong&gt; (01.01)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owch. Missed so many b'days.. Poof. Better think of some way to make it up... Sorry!&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/6258537-107951402271693029?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107951402271693029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107951402271693029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107951402271693029' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-107932252791417710</id><published>2004-03-15T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T11:52:02.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[FeeLing: SiCk *koff koff*]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Bloggin again after eons. oO Really didn't have much to say, and was away for quite some time.  Ok. I can't remember much... I got short-term memory... Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Lifeskills! HaVoC!! Haha. Yupyup. Was fun. But i won't go into details. Had some pretty thoughtful dicussions though. About "666" and "144". Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the second night, we had a story about a potato named Derek!! LOL!! Joelynn's a really good storyteller. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Lifeskills over, went to McDonald's with Eunice, Terrapin and Olive. Lol! Olive!!! Just kidding. So funny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine forgot her boots. So i went back to get them. Realized that Jocelyn and Mavis left their boots there too. Brought them all back. Kept msging Mavis to ask if she wanted me to take them, but in the end i gave up and took them anyway. Then i got a reply at 3am. oO. Haha. Well. She is nocturnal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first match on Saturday. V.S. RGS. Beat them 8-3. Not bad. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B Div match, uhhhhhh... Not so good, really. But in one inning they scored 7 runs. That was nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the matches yesterday. We won both. GMS 7-0, and NHSS 11-10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMS game, Monkey pitched brilliantly. Won by walkover as GMS wanted out. Monkey smashed into their first base. Owch..  And then they backed out or something. So we won by walkover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NHSS game. Totally... undescribable. Ok. To be blunt, it was disastrous. I think we underestimated the opponent. Gonna try harder during our next trainings. Otherwise i'll never play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCSS beat RGS 15-3, flattened NHSS 11-0, and beat GMS by quite a lot. Gotta play our best against them. Yup. I better train harder, a bit sick never mind. Flu isn't that bad, can hold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. B Div game yesterday. Fielding was really good. Very fast and on task. WooHoo! Yupyup. But batting not as pro. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you hear about the PeiCai fielders who went up for the flyball and collided? LOL!!! =P That's what happens when you don't call "Mine!". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey kept doing standing ovation. ROFL!! So funny. She made me do with her. oO. Then Eunice started on it too. And ChunHui kept yelling at her to sit down cos she couldn't see. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok. Shall stop crapping. *koff* Ok. Better get some rest. Wait. Some stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon-Jie! I Love You!!&lt;br /&gt;You Rock My World!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-107932252791417710?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107932252791417710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107932252791417710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107932252791417710' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-107849863920414129</id><published>2004-03-05T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T23:00:20.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something funny happened this morning. An-de-lay uncle dragged me around telling every1 i was her niece. oO They thought i was her real niece. HeeZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring day otherwise, until training. Need to work on batting. Definitely. Cannot whack hard. Need to work on throws also. Jus realised how close the tournament is. &lt;strong&gt;Next weekend!! &lt;/strong&gt; Must practise. Somemore only got 2 trainings left... Urgh.. Must find time outside to practise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn didn't train again.. Not much point coming, maybe see the doc &amp; get diagnosis is better. She's one of the better players...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey got her fingers smashed up kinda bad. Owch. Careful somewhat-cousin. You're one of our pitchers. We only got 2, a bit risky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound so... critical..  i mean, i'm not much better.. *sigh* I really try... I really want to give it my best shot, wanna make the team. But i... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Jamie just read out my dedication agaiN! Yay! But i think only Christine caught it.. Shall see their reactions tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mich and Yiyou gave us a talk, what they said was true. We need work. Tournament coming up, Jia You!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-107849863920414129?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107849863920414129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107849863920414129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107849863920414129' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-107832178068640832</id><published>2004-03-03T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T21:55:31.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imood.com/users/ultimatepsycho"&gt;&lt;img src="http://moods.imood.com/display/uname=ultimatepsycho/fg=FFFFFF/bg=000000/imood.gif" alt="The current mood of ultimatepsycho at www.imood.com" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Sort Of)&lt;br /&gt;Yo! Haven't blogged for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a fire/fire drill today. How fun. We were all screaming and yelling in delight,so chaotic. But who cares. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got training! It was fun. Made us catch grounders. Heh. MaViS and MicHeLLe FoNg took turns batting grounders to us. So funny!! HeeZ. Kept missing and dropping though. Well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new coach! MicHeLLe FoNg!! HeeZ. So now she's my auntY/CoaCH! LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept singing the "Underwear" song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Me No Money &lt;br /&gt;Me No Care&lt;br /&gt;Me Buy Cheap Cheap Underwear&lt;br /&gt;If It Tears&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;I Will Buy Another Pair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYWHERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;UNDERWEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNDER-WEAR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to it. Kept singing while catching grounders. And kept missing. oO I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ran bases! Oof. It was fun. Didn't miss any base. But when i ran to third i didn't manage to keep my foot on 3rd. But never mind. Shhhh. Don't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had some sort of "Base Race". Fun! Was a relay. Made a mistake during the first round. Crashed into Tiffany. Sorry Tiffany!! Didn't mean to hit you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... so we lost. So... Yeah. Sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished late. Really late. 7pm! So nice. Well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i couldn't stay back.. Was rushing off.. Feel so guilty. Never stay and help with the store... Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slacking. Got tonZ of work to finish. Better stop. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-107832178068640832?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107832178068640832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107832178068640832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832178068640832' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-107807648457286240</id><published>2004-03-01T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T01:44:19.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>w00t!! I finshed all my work!! And it's 1.30am!! WooHoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Having an interesting conversation with MaViS. She's my auntY/Jie/Senior. HeeZ. She's adopted 3 ppl already. Joce, Jolyn, and Sharon.Jie. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-wHeeLcHaiR-BouNd- Any1SellingSecond-HandGuitar? SCREW.ALL.THE.HOMEWORK!! &lt;VisitMyBlog:ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com&gt; says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lalalasomebodylalanobodyintherye says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lalalasomebodylalanobodyintherye says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TAKE THAT PIC OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what i did? I put her pic as display pic. So funny. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoFtBaLL team's becoming one huge family. Joce &amp; Jo have even got a kor! "Andre Kor!" Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar's going quite well. HuiTian's gonna lend me hers, i learnt some chords and how to tune. I think i'll be able to play THAT song by the end of the year for our graduating seniors. Won't say what song. Go figure. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-107807648457286240?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107807648457286240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107807648457286240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107807648457286240' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-107788585156666335</id><published>2004-02-27T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T20:47:02.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladumdadeedum~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O" level results were released today. Ecstatic screaming from hall. And there were ppl crying. Well. It was quite good, in my opinion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Melly saw her "de"s and ran away and hid. Baaaaaddd Melly. HeeZ. So funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn &amp; Jocelyn went to buy ShiJun's present. Spent around $25 each. oO. The only person i'll spend that much for is           . Yup. Only           . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keike's party tomorrow! Val's gonna teach me to play the guitar!! Yay! Val, you rock!! I'm gonna learn it fast as i can. Try to use for TalenTime. But first must get a guitar... &lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm.... Any1 got Second-hand guitar they wanna sell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-107788585156666335?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107788585156666335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107788585156666335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107788585156666335' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-107780267899763240</id><published>2004-02-26T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T21:40:49.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fishball didn't come to school today!! *screams and whoops of delight* NO LIT!!! w00t!!! YAY!! Hope she's absent again tomorrow. Heh. I'm evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing the TaLeNTiMe script with Kristie &amp; Yang Zi. Kewl. Going pretty well. Heh. It's gonna be pretty funny. Watch for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoFtBaLL! It rocks!! 4ever!! Wait and see, "C" Div NYGH is so gonna flatten every1 else. Okok. I'm an egoistical person. But we got Jo, Joce, Eunice and Noelle! Byebye every1 else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hysterical laffter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore me, i'm totally crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally throw straight!! Hooray! w00t!! Thank you SeNioRZ!! And Ms Ong! And Coach!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Mr Teo watched the training for a while. Christine went CRaZy. Lol. Haha. =P. then all the seniors started talking to him. Maybe she was jealous. oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... Ah yes. Ms Ong held short team talk. Talked about our dress code. oO Told us to tuck in our shirt... Hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey started fighting with Flo and Jie for some reason. Hmmm. So funny!! They sat on her. Heh. Every1 thinks we're crazy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Shi Jun didn't tuck in her shirt. So Ms Ong tucked it in for her! Heehee. So kewl!! No 1 should have missed it. Too bad if you did! =PpP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRaZy Audrey called Sharon on my phone. AGAIN!! 3.56 minutes!! Urgh... Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got work to do, better go. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-107780267899763240?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107780267899763240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107780267899763240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107780267899763240' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-107745371731645065</id><published>2004-02-22T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T20:44:41.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have the weirdest dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GeeZ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably don't want to hear about it do you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was about the SoFtBaLLeRZ. With some crazy things i've thought up in my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy! Why the crap am i so weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything right. I'm a freak. Screw it.  Seniors have tried their best to help me do things but i screw up all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREW SCREW SCREW SCREW UP BEEG TIME!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i screw up so much? WHY??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAP ME! CRAP THIS WORLD OF MINE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY IS MY LIFE SO SCREWED?!?! SOMEONE TAKE ME AWAY FROM HERE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-107745371731645065?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107745371731645065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107745371731645065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107745371731645065' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-107737396525956705</id><published>2004-02-21T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T22:35:28.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chain letters always piss me off. Hmph. Crap whoever sends me chain letters. I delete them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRaiNiNg!! YAY!! Ok. Shall stop crapping and complete this entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, got there just as they completed their run. They were early. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then did throws. First with Jolyn. Kept hitting the rim of the bball net. Haha. So fun. Almost went in so many times!! Then with Chun Hui. Got hit.  Oof. Well. It was annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't catch. Must practise. Can't bat. Must practise too. Esp. "differenciating" balls and strikes. Hmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed for fun again. At least until they packed up the store. Guess what? Every1 knows.  Brill isn't it? *sarcasm* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Sharon about some stuff, and suddenly she was like "Turn to your left."  And i was like... "Uh... ok..." And she wanted me to keep turning. Guess who was standing there. Go figure. "???" right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sharon asked if i had a b/f. dUh no. What a dumb question. No offense of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have a crush?" "Maybe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started laffing like crazy. Didn't get it. Until Carol said.. &lt;br /&gt;"Mavis right? She said Mavis right?"&lt;br /&gt;"CRAZY!!!" Got all indignant and all. Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they left for Coro. Kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swinging is going better. But stiil commiting all the mistakes that the SeNioRZ told me not to do. Sorry... I let you all down...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-107737396525956705?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107737396525956705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107737396525956705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107737396525956705' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-107727910528494871</id><published>2004-02-20T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T20:14:27.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sian day... Recess was boring. Amazingly. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flag-raising was pretty funny. Was guides day so we got to stand in the 2nd floor corridor. Perfect view of the Sec 4 classes. They don't sing. In fact, they talk during Flag-raising. So clever. They must drink Dumex 1+! No lah. i'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Jun looks so cute in glasses!! Really! Heehee. Like very blur blur. But it's kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then GEP briefing. Jolyn at first was sitting behind SioK and MiCH but they made her move to the front. Hehe. She kept complaining. =P No further info shall be given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Recess, you've heard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSGL session!! YAY!! We didn't even know when the session started, like :&lt;br /&gt;"Has it started yet?" &lt;br /&gt;And they had actually finshed... well, we were singing songs throughout the session because we were bored. Then i wanted to walk with Claire home, but she told me not to be so wu liao. Well, i was sianned out, had no other option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn says she'll add me to a conv. with Shi Jun tonight, but i'm not sure if she will. Gonna trust her on this. If she doesn't, i can't say i'll yell at her. But if she does? Then kewl. Gonna wait and see... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258537-107727910528494871?l=ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107727910528494871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6258537/posts/default/107727910528494871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatepsycho.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107727910528494871' title=''/><author><name>Rhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258537.post-107719707748630341</id><published>2004-02-19T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T21:27:18.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmm. Basically a boring day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess wasn't too bad, except Monkey was pitching and wanted me to catch, so... You get the picture. She pitches so hard and fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Shi Jun was watching, and i could see her. But i don't think Jolyn could until i told her. And we were like "Shoot". But it was pretty ok i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had crappy lessons. Nearly fell asleep. Haha. I always nearly fall asleep. Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoFtBaLL training! Got there late cos' i had Lit. Got quite a bad stitch but otherwise was pretty ok. Did grounders with Naomi and Ariel. Then Coach called us in. Bought boots. Xpensive. Owch. Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did batting. Had no confidence at first. But when i batted i managed to hit the ball. I ACTUALLY hit!! YAY!! Ok. Sorry.  Crap. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU SioK MiNg, sHi JuN, MiCHeLLe &amp; MaViS!! Yay!Thank U Thank U Thank U!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yay!! I can bat!! But i still must hit harder. Therefore, Shi Jun is officially my Batting Role-ModeL. And SioK Ming is my Official Catching Role-ModeL. And MiCHeLLe FoNg &amp; MaViS are just my Role-ModeLs, don't ask why. Actually it's cos' they all helped me bat better! &lt;strong&gt;YAY!!&lt;/strong&gt; You all &lt;strong&gt;Rock!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was being weird. I overheard my name being mentioned by the seniors, but it didn't occur to me that it might have been about MaViS. Well. Wanted to be alone, so went up. Kept calling me, asking where i was going. Told them to ignore me, since i was insignificant, and did not exist. bet they thought i was CRaZy. But i needed to think. Well, this is just me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. MiCHeLLe FoNg forgot her water bottle again. Hehe. noticed, asked Audrey. Clever Audrey took it and threatened to throw it. Heehee. You should have seen it!! MiCHeLLe threatened to throw a ball at her, so Audrey went to hide behind me. Then MiCHeLLe threw the ball -- Hard-- and hit Audrey. Audrey wound up on the floor, and MiCheLLe started tickling her. Heehee. Audrey laffed so much she had to hand over the bottle. Hehe. So fun. I am a sadist! NeVeR MiNd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Gotta do some overdue work. 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