<?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-21209379</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:53:34.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She says nothing's forever in this crazy world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>reminisce</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>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209379.post-116288460634101757</id><published>2006-11-07T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T13:56:14.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hundredZERO1 and done.</title><content type='html'>this blog will cease to exist w.e.f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates will be given, soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-116288460634101757?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116288460634101757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116288460634101757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/11/hundredzero1-and-done.html' title='hundredZERO1 and done.'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-116170997560956494</id><published>2006-10-24T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T12:40:09.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fish&amp;chips.chewychic</title><content type='html'>do cows with brown spots give u chocolate milk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably we're gonna start forming the U19 youth team for next year. 6mths of extra intensive training. how about that for a change? didnt get to play this pol-ite games, attendance wise? maybe. been skipping lots training over the months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cookies and jokes- been at it all night ytd, didnt rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wont be updating for a while. happy 100posts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-116170997560956494?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116170997560956494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116170997560956494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/10/fishchipschewychic.html' title='fish&amp;chips.chewychic'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-116161181864701818</id><published>2006-10-21T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:56:58.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the swing that went ever so high.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The dim of the soft lights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the scent of your hair&lt;br /&gt;that you twirled in your fingers&lt;br /&gt;and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late&lt;br /&gt;and this walk that we shared together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dashboard Confessional - Hands Down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-116161181864701818?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116161181864701818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116161181864701818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/10/swing-that-went-ever-so-high.html' title='the swing that went ever so high.'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-116136754012750972</id><published>2006-10-20T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:30:45.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so fitting of the way you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;its a &lt;strong&gt;fridaaay&lt;/strong&gt; again! monday's coming soon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'd love bus rides to town, if it wasnt thaaat crowded! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got myself a haircut, at the hair salon that yixin recommended. think its fine =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lunched at BK, before rushing back to sch for The Event! bobby and rita, u both were great! nope, &lt;em&gt;no zaosia nor drums mishap&lt;/em&gt;. haha! the concert was sooo draggy. but luckily the skit stole the show; tomyum soup and legend of two rocky mountains. well done in a singlish manner!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEVE FROM FOODHAVEN, URE E MAN! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;avenue is a nice place to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;fishbone, need a wishbone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-116136754012750972?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116136754012750972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116136754012750972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-fitting-of-way-you-are.html' title='so fitting of the way you are'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-116127775262466936</id><published>2006-10-19T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T01:13:39.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my conscience called in sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just so you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/gq_gala_sm.jpg" width="320" length="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character Development's been moulding me a lot. like when your friend wants to borrow some money, what do u do? SAY &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ask them to get a loan from the bank, it offers student loans. like what the... and recommend solutions if u have a gambling debt and addiction? anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's like a chore, travelling makes one sleepy. count the times u see people nod their head in e state before losing conciousness. probably u cld count to 50 by the time u reach dover. mp3's still my favourite companion =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursdays are becoming e day to be in sch for. long lunch and after schools. bobby and rita's band performance is tmr. all e best! a name for your band? X-JAP? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures of london coming very soon! i'm lazy to post it all laaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-116127775262466936?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116127775262466936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116127775262466936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-conscience-called-in-sick.html' title='my conscience called in sick'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-116075365704135981</id><published>2006-10-15T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:28:18.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not child's play</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/timesquare.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah,&lt;br /&gt;what's it like in New York City?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thousand miles away,&lt;br /&gt;but girl tonight you look so pretty,&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do,&lt;br /&gt;Time Square can't shine as bright as you,&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-116075365704135981?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116075365704135981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116075365704135981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-childs-play.html' title='not child&apos;s play'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-116057732197172216</id><published>2006-10-11T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:35:22.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in circles &amp; circles, again.</title><content type='html'>side by side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;endless waits and anticipation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-116057732197172216?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116057732197172216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116057732197172216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-circles-circles-again.html' title='in circles &amp; circles, again.'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-116040270356932848</id><published>2006-10-09T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:07:55.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@the.crossroads</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.indiana.edu/~glbt/crossroads.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday wasnt too bad, until &lt;u&gt;MY LOVELY ACCOUNTS TUTOR&lt;/u&gt; didnt warn us beforehand that there was gonna be a spotcheck (by another female teacher). yeah maybe it wasnt her fault. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A GREY AREA &lt;/span&gt;to what i was wearing? "as long as it revealed toes, ure deemed as wearing improper attire. girls are an exception." and &lt;strong&gt;hellooo&lt;/strong&gt;, FYI sandals DO show much of your toes. my havaianas has a bloody white strap at the back of my heel. cant u see them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#$%^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much vulgarities can kill my brain cells. bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont ask, im never good with words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-116040270356932848?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116040270356932848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116040270356932848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/10/thecrossroads.html' title='@the.crossroads'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-116024518099475021</id><published>2006-10-08T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T02:42:42.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUNKIN' DONUTS!</title><content type='html'>my msn sub-nick was once donuts. i wondered why i spelt it like that. then people started correcting me, from dounuts to doughnuts. (cos i have this insatiable appetite for mini munchy doughnuts, which regrettably, i havent been able to find a suitable substitution for it. bah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved movie-nights out with my family during my childhood, which we'd drive-in and park in juncti8n for a movie; the only thing that keeps me glued to e seat for a longer period of time, and for my dad to grab a snore in the theatre. (runaway kid?) and get snacks! what snacks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.dunkindonuts.com/Default.aspx"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dunkindonuts.com/images/global/logo_main.gif" /&gt;check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cease operation in singapore since... probably a decade ago, or if there is an outlet, maybe i'm just oblivious to its presence. (please enlighten me *SMILE*) and thats how long since i've caught a decent movie with my family =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im sidetracking again. yeah DOnuts were my fav snacks to savour. i can eat a dozen at one go! to a kid, thats a lot oookay. rainbow and chocolate polka dots, sugar ones, plain ones. i dont know if they still do make DOnuts, but all its webby shows is coffee stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if u do see me eating DOnuts, u'd know why.&lt;br /&gt;i just love it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;england just drew with macedonia 0-0&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. hunger made me do this post!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-116024518099475021?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116024518099475021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116024518099475021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/10/dunkin-donuts.html' title='DUNKIN&apos; DONUTS!'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-116025002867522984</id><published>2006-10-07T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T04:27:11.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ripple effect;</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/daryl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punk'd! IT &lt;strong&gt;WAS&lt;/strong&gt; DARYL's BDAY =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/graffiti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graffiti, posted just for fun. wasnt drawn by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00880-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bobby and i saw &lt;em&gt;HIM&lt;/em&gt; today. or was it a &lt;em&gt;HER&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;no offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00881-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting fog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00882-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haze. singapore haze. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-116025002867522984?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116025002867522984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116025002867522984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/10/ripple-effect.html' title='ripple effect;'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-116024652406525371</id><published>2006-10-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T03:28:37.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMBO.</title><content type='html'>accompanying days. nice and smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;MY DAY AT SCHOOL WAS &lt;strong&gt;COSY&lt;/strong&gt;. PERIOD. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;isnt roxy under quiksilver too?&lt;br /&gt;and they cant spare a decent plastic bag?!&lt;br /&gt;screw them laaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mambo's e best! 508!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! i totally hate the haze. keeps the heat in, when singapore is &lt;u&gt;already&lt;/u&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;humid&lt;/strong&gt;. can it pleaseee rain? but if the PSI hits 200, does it mean we dont have to attend sch...? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was kind of drowsy the entire day, needed some fresh air or coffee. yeah and if u could supply me with smiles all day, that'll be great! vanilla ice-cream helped to keep me awake with all that dripping and melting, and yes i &lt;strong&gt;CAN&lt;/strong&gt; eat ice-cream. wobbly legs or forgotten aches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does XO bee hoon taste nice? gotta try it soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the days they blend 'cause we stayed up all night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-116024652406525371?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116024652406525371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/116024652406525371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/10/mambo.html' title='MAMBO.'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115998007990213769</id><published>2006-10-04T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:41:19.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let.those.speakers.blow.your.mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC05281.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC05282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;london pics and updates on life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28/9&lt;br /&gt;it was a nice GEMs thursday, class at 8. talks and ants. slinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ndweek, 2/10&lt;br /&gt;book exchange week. java and wcd. lunch@koufu. crazy people doing silly things, lots of fun. wednesday's e day of BizIT23?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's a thursday again! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~a lucid hallucination~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115998007990213769?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115998007990213769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115998007990213769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/10/letthosespeakersblowyourmind.html' title='let.those.speakers.blow.your.mind'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115972043738396016</id><published>2006-10-01T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:41:35.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Children's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC05057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives with criticism,&lt;br /&gt;He learns to condemn.&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives with hostility,&lt;br /&gt;He learns to fight.&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives with ridicule,&lt;br /&gt;He learns to be shy.&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives with shame,&lt;br /&gt;He learns to feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives with tolerance,&lt;br /&gt;He learns to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives with encouragement,&lt;br /&gt;He learns confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives with praise,&lt;br /&gt;He learns to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives with fairness,&lt;br /&gt;He learns to justice.&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives with security,&lt;br /&gt;He learns to have faith.&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives with approval,&lt;br /&gt;He learns to like himself.&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives with acceptance &amp;amp; friendship,&lt;br /&gt;He learns to find love in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Dorothy Law Nolte~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115972043738396016?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115972043738396016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115972043738396016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-childrens-day.html' title='Happy Children&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115952032155968400</id><published>2006-09-30T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T13:09:20.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life should be stereo:</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC04986.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomNotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; familiar senarios to these situations are purely coincidental, assumptions made are based on groundless claims. no names have been given or made-up to prevent malign or slander. protest and confession is strictly not recommended (unless u prefer to stand up, speak up and acknowledge that you, yourself and the point do coincide- in short, means u admit to the &lt;em&gt;fault&lt;/em&gt;. they are numbered, FYI. queue up to confess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i &lt;strong&gt;dislike&lt;/strong&gt; looong hours in poly. it totally sucks! not too bad for a first week, but i think its gonna get a lot worser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i really&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; detest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; self-centered people. like u just dont give a fking damn about anyone's feelings around you, its bloody annoying in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 'intellectual beings' (or those who think they are) who are super insensitive abt some issues, or think they're too smart to handle such small situations, then pass off some vile and crude remarks- snobbish smug suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i think my nanny used to tell me that i get these random moodswings when i dont have enough sleep. i dont know whether thats true. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i do get shy, or embarrassed OKAY. too bad if you have a total lack of emotions in your airhead, or maybe u're just spastic. no offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. oh-so-perfect people, im just normal. so put your mouth where your ass is, cos your 'constructive comments' are rather useless as an encouragement or a reverse psychology effect, sad to say. &lt;strong&gt;THINK&lt;/strong&gt;, before u do say anything, before u hurt another person's feelings. (oh wait, u're perfect. u cant hurt anyone with your words.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. before u condemn others and think that they shd change... yes &lt;strong&gt;THINK&lt;/strong&gt; otherwise, &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;. i thought of it before too, give everyone else a chance to change, give yourself a chance. im giving myself one, im giving one to u too. (everyone's changing, i gotta change too. change out of my dirty clothes, salvation is here. lol! oops no offence, again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. one day if im gone, and i do get to open the drawers of my deeds; good and evil, humiliating and disgusting, i hope to look back and see that i've really learnt to grow up. (and if u think that my drawer's full of shit about u, u have just added another file into your own shit folder.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. it might just be the right number for me to count to, helps keep my temper in check. count your blessings if it helps. really, dont push your luck. there's much more than 20 unreasonable stuff if i do continue. sorry, but i think my fuse just blew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gettin it fixed, right after this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"its the kind of movies where u go on laughing without thinking too hard, and when u come out u forget what u're actually laughing about." definition of light-hearted movies from claraLoh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115952032155968400?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115952032155968400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115952032155968400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-should-be-stereo.html' title='life should be stereo:'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115929537777635907</id><published>2006-09-27T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T02:29:49.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>98 blue taxis and a bus</title><content type='html'>days swiftly come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright here's the john updating now. haha! i think im beginning to like critical reasoning (yeah its always like that for the first lesson). think critical, argue logically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going on random about lindsay lohan and mandy moore, as usual critics comparing both of them. (i dont hate either one, but i think i like mandy better. ha!) not that lindsay isnt good and all, she sings well. she's a &lt;strong&gt;SEX BOMB&lt;/strong&gt; to many. but i heard she's going through certain rocky stages in life. being skinny, injuries, hospitals... too much for me to mention, wont go into detail. but her songs are nice. like the one em dedicated, &lt;em&gt;la belle vita. &lt;/em&gt;sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandy has this unique lady-likeness about her that i like. she isnt the super hot-bod type, more of the girl-next-door. i like her romance movies, like how to deal and a walk to remember, dates a loooooooong way back. she has the shy yet openess about her, stands out quite a bit. so she and lindsay totally cancels out each other, they belong to different leagues altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do m&amp;amp;m's melt in your hands if u have sweaty palms?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115929537777635907?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115929537777635907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115929537777635907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/09/98-blue-taxis-and-bus.html' title='98 blue taxis and a bus'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115869168207936240</id><published>2006-09-19T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T02:48:02.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner@balcony</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00871.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00872.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00874.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00881.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthdayGirl &amp;amp; her two eunuchs. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00880.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theLadies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00876.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~The End~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love until later,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;john&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115869168207936240?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115869168207936240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115869168207936240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/09/dinnerbalcony.html' title='dinner@balcony'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115826285376461568</id><published>2006-09-15T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T04:14:36.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best is yet to come.</title><content type='html'>2hrs flight- we had to transit at brunei first, for about &lt;strong&gt;5hrs plus a delay&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6hrs flight- then we stopped by dubai for a quick refuel, and headed for london!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8hrs flight- finally at london!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; headed for the hostel first, and we went for Jack the Ripper tour in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;shop and eat and shop and diets and so much more.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we visited many places like leicester, camden-town and covent-garden. and many other marketplaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for musicals like the Lion King and Les Miserables. museums and castles too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much to say in one post. pictures will do the talking =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love until later,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;john&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115826285376461568?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115826285376461568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115826285376461568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/09/best-is-yet-to-come.html' title='best is yet to come.'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115826196742293659</id><published>2006-09-15T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T03:26:07.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures say a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00257.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brunei toilet! (Go figure...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha this is what singapore shd implement!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Star Alliance!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00248.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the sky's so near! and its chilly, grrr...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00267.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three 'puppies' and a drunk lady. (seated on the right)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh btw, this is in the Tube in London; MRT equivalent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fascinated by balls?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tower Of London! its a castle!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00293.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicknamed the Dildo, by london people. haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alleyway. (spooky eh?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they have many of these in public.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00387.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00333.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00365.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the London Eye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what u see in mr.bean shows-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Ben (bell inside the clock tower)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00283.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shop shop shop!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~the end~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115826196742293659?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115826196742293659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115826196742293659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/09/pictures-say-thousand-words.html' title='pictures say a thousand words'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115813647489922023</id><published>2006-09-13T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T18:37:34.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gallery 1.0.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe singapore coffeshops shd order one. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00297.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyone? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00273.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poo! =D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00314.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after dinner mints @ S$7.50/pc&lt;br /&gt;chocolates receive the best of spa and massage here! guaranteed! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pssstzaap! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~The End~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115813647489922023?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115813647489922023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115813647489922023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/09/gallery-101.html' title='gallery 1.0.1'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115812977574275871</id><published>2006-09-13T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T15:30:37.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>supermarts!</title><content type='html'>fuzzy wuzzy like strawberries &amp; hate durians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentosa was &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;! hahaha &lt;u&gt;1v1 beach volleyball&lt;/u&gt;, basking in the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;. the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sand&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;sea&lt;/span&gt;, it was all so right =) and the company wasnt too bad at all; in fact, we all had fun! haha. &lt;em&gt;bollywood and kisses, sashay and oil-rubs!&lt;/em&gt; crazy-fun stuff alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was &lt;s&gt;romantic&lt;/s&gt;... NOT! we crapped and talked over dinner @ PS, MOS burger. (i still have my cravings for pizza!) then we took a stroll in Carrefour... who wants a &lt;em&gt;ride in the trolley&lt;/em&gt;? haha! we had sushi to go, and almost wanted to have the whole shelf full of cup noodles bought! luckily Sanity was still present, and everything else was returned. yes, including the potato chips. nope, no ruffles nor lays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so randomly, in the middle of nowhere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/IMG_0982-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/IMG_0986.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/IMG_0987.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;splendid evening we had, another eventful day =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love until later,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;john&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. i love supermart strolls, did i mention? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115812977574275871?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115812977574275871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115812977574275871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/09/supermarts.html' title='supermarts!'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115783337904293023</id><published>2006-09-10T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T04:22:59.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>candyland.</title><content type='html'>8days in london... how many things could've happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell lot of things! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up, my sister's tellin me she wants to further studies in aus. like u, i'm like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i have &lt;s&gt;my room&lt;/s&gt;, or is it NOT my room? yeah my dad got it cleared up spick and span clean.&lt;br /&gt;now where's my swarovski crystal boxers?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i didnt bring any cup noodles on the trip, i've got supper planned for the week.&lt;br /&gt;who's up for chats at 3am =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forthly, dark secrets all come revealing themselves one by one...&lt;br /&gt;u like to eat raw frogs?! me too! hahaha that sounds crazy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only a week after i've been back from london and i totally miss the weather there. the windy, cold morning breeze. the fresh air u have (well, we stayed in this hostel located within holland park, kensington.) and i soo loved the weather there, every morning you'll just see me in a tee and jeans heading out of the park! then the rest &lt;em&gt;(in sweaters) &lt;/em&gt;kept askin, "arent u cold?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, its &lt;u&gt;11-16degrees&lt;/u&gt; over there. the only have &lt;strong&gt;heaters &lt;/strong&gt;in places, thats their 'air-con'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then those extra cold nights, where i have my sweater on too! we'll be taking a long stroll back to the hostel, like a neverending pathway to walk. then you'll love it back in the hostel. for us guys, we have 12beds (4 triple-decker beds) to ourselves. so practically i had six beds to choose from! but i only reserved two. HEH. oh, and one more for my clothes and other stuff. i'll just throw everything on it. so in total i had 3 beds! the topmost and the bottom one for sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about sleeping, its &lt;strong&gt;4.14 &lt;/strong&gt;now, i think should be in bed. more update soon!&lt;br /&gt;goodnight! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love until later,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;john&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115783337904293023?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115783337904293023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115783337904293023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/09/candyland.html' title='candyland.'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115765342858811595</id><published>2006-09-08T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T02:23:48.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>random notes:&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll just hang out at that shelf&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and pretend to shelf books again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love until later,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;john&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115765342858811595?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115765342858811595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115765342858811595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/09/random-notes-maybe-ill-just-hang-out.html' title=''/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115755202027976440</id><published>2006-09-06T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:13:40.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>london!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;london was great! bit by bit i'll post about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pictures say a thousand words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll make u smile when u're sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll make u laugh when we talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll laugh with u, when u laugh;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but we'll just go on all night about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love until later,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;john&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115755202027976440?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115755202027976440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115755202027976440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/09/london.html' title='london!'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115452779822585701</id><published>2006-08-22T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:58:58.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its been most depressing to post such stuff. haha! no more misery =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got plenty of, well at least a few, pictures to upload.&lt;br /&gt;but most importantly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GWEN! u made my day *three cheers*&lt;br /&gt;my present just got shipped in =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you lovely! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no exams no school no stress its time to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;couch potatoes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn these taxi fares.&lt;br /&gt;you could never imagine how many of these uncles have shared their woes with me. from quitting in a month's time to children studying in universities. &lt;em&gt;tsk tsk. &lt;/em&gt;then they'll tell u all about education and retrenchment over and over again. yeah well, screw taxi fares! what kind of company doesnt put employees' welfare as priority. in fact, a lot to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANYWAY, im off to london! u betta miss me guys =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cos im already missing u all. its gonna be cold there without my msn, my winamp, my teddybear *oops* haha! but most importantly you people! keep my life rocking up and down. the youths, DBIT23, cafe and pizza appointments. hmm, what else did i leave out? JUST ALL OF U MISSING ME, DROP A TAG =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love until later,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;John.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.s. have a safe trip to those going to mt.ophir! AND I UPDATED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115452779822585701?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115452779822585701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115452779822585701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-been-most-depressing-to-post-such.html' title=''/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115444825858687811</id><published>2006-08-02T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:04:18.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gala affair</title><content type='html'>If one day you discover him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;broken down&lt;/em&gt;, he's lost everything&lt;br /&gt;no cars, no fancy clothes to make him who he's not&lt;br /&gt;the woman at his side is all that he has got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;u&gt;by chance&lt;/u&gt; all he had to give you&lt;br /&gt;was three words wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;Would that be &lt;em&gt;deep&lt;/em&gt; enough at the end of everyday&lt;br /&gt;and how will you ever know if a man is what he says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he walk on water&lt;br /&gt;Would he run through fire&lt;br /&gt;Would he stand before you&lt;br /&gt;Will he be your anchor when a dark unfolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will he always love you the best that he knows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he give his life up&lt;br /&gt;To be all he can&lt;br /&gt;Is that, is that, is that&lt;br /&gt;How you measure a man?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115444825858687811?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115444825858687811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115444825858687811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/08/gala-affair.html' title='gala affair'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115444308291350971</id><published>2006-08-01T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:38:02.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me cold again.</title><content type='html'>only myself to be blame&lt;br /&gt;for the situation we're in&lt;br /&gt;given the time spent&lt;br /&gt;the present, ever so depressing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115444308291350971?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115444308291350971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115444308291350971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-make-me-cold-again.html' title='you make me cold again.'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115427669561584493</id><published>2006-07-31T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:24:55.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the last thing of my mind was to go bonkers. i'm just glad everything that made my life hectic has come to an end. i lost the motivation i had. all that fighting spirit, the aggresiveness. somehow or rather it slipped out of my pocket. now all thats left is an empty carcase that follow the lead blindly; life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposedly u have a glass of water, and i drink half of it.&lt;br /&gt;is it half-filled or half-empty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah! i'll just drink it all =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel the hurt and the pain&lt;br /&gt;dont reject it&lt;br /&gt;embrace it with an open heart, an open mind&lt;br /&gt;so when u chance upon it another time&lt;br /&gt;it passes like the wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115427669561584493?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115427669561584493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115427669561584493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-thing-of-my-mind-was-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115383731674750762</id><published>2006-07-25T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:21:56.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>redemption.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love needs trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust is fragile&lt;br /&gt;where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading up on an entry on a girl's blog.&lt;br /&gt;what hurts?&lt;br /&gt;here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- letting go of a person you've just learnt to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- reminiscing the good times you both shared together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- trying to hide what you really feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- trying to hide the tears that involuntarily fall from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- loving a person too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- taking the risk to fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hiding your relationship from someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- letting go, because everytime you see the person, you only fall deeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- seeing the one you love crying for someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the waiting also hurts like hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- being denied in front of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fighting for that one thing that would make you happy that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- PRETENDING you're OK when inside you're dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- PRETENDING to be strong.... and RECOGNIZING your weakness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lying in bed each night, thinking of that special person you can never have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Being with someone you can't actually love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pretending you don't love a person whom you actually love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Being in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- letting go even if you really don't want to... having no right to say you are hurting because it was your decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Seeing the person you love hurt because of you... and not being able to help that person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- having the courage to say I LOVE YOU to the person you love and finding out afterwards that things will never be the same again when he doesnt treat you with the same closeness as before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- destroying the wall that you have set for yourself, leaving you weak and vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- admitting that you love someone despite his imperfections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Making a promise and realizing that when the time has come for that promise to be delivered, the commitment is no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The hardest thing about love - believing it exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- After you've been hurt, learning to forgive, learning to trust and love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seems so simple a logic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet so exquisite, that few understands it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and seldom one come to terms with it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115383731674750762?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115383731674750762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115383731674750762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/07/redemption.html' title='redemption.'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115363016037610381</id><published>2006-07-22T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:49:20.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah yeah talk me into of going to get my leg fixed. it was like pig trotters even when i used crutches on friday. i'm soo glad its a friday, u can never imagine how wide was my grin =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hello, i'm no &lt;s&gt;handicap&lt;/s&gt;, and even if its temporary, the school facilities' suck! u can bet my ass on that. six storey building and no DIRECT lift to it, its either to fourth storey and climb two storeys, which sadly is the nearer way. &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; u cld take another lift to the 5th storey and walk over the red bridge, up one storey and walk the entire alleyway to my classroom at the near end of the opposite side. i tried both ways, and never, i meant &lt;u&gt;NEVER&lt;/u&gt;, let me do that again. my arms feel like they are gonna fall off anytime sooner. reprimand me the next time i make fun of people using crutches, or use them for fun. &lt;em&gt;lesson 1 learnt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went all the way to kovan to try out a new treatment method. heard its recovery is much faster. the doc used a tiny machine,&lt;em&gt; incapable of doing harm&lt;/em&gt;, or so i thought. bad idea. last words he said: &lt;strong&gt;(in chinese) hold on tight&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the next thing i knew was just being prepared for the worst. gripped my thigh as though it was my lifeline, and *woohoo* my leg flew! he used magetism to shock my leg, and re-attach the nerves that went out of place when i sprain my ankle. that was AWESOME &lt;em&gt;(NOT)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;think: having to feel currents flowing through your leg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i will never look down on a immobilizer again. &lt;em&gt;lesson 2 learnt &lt;u&gt;hard&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today was fun. at least i had my share of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sorry ben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was thinking, how does it feel to have your team win champions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that is, your team without YOU inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm happy for them though =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't shake your head from left to right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saying that you're changed and all, now you're on my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Cause you just want what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With some lucky charm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And it's that game that you play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so i'm moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115363016037610381?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115363016037610381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115363016037610381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/07/thanks.html' title='thanks'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115341191277955559</id><published>2006-07-20T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T00:11:52.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>team agogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first half of year one with lots and lots of projects, skipping classes, missing training sessions, depression behaviour. becoming injury prone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;leads to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my ankle sprain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha. first time joining sports fiesta and the first match, there goes my hopes. we didnt do super well, only won like 3 out the 4 teams in the group stages. whether or not we'll be advanced to the qtr finals depends on our opponents final match. and like WTH, we still have to be present whether or not we get into it. lol! cos of some delay in the schedule, fixtures will be postponed to another day. and sat i have my CAC tournament. good luck john! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.s. if you see me on crutches, dont be surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*i'll update more soon!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115341191277955559?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115341191277955559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115341191277955559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/07/team-agogo.html' title='team agogo'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115303362426177728</id><published>2006-07-13T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T15:09:10.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so close yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@eLibrary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115303362426177728?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115303362426177728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115303362426177728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-close-yet-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115303339321657448</id><published>2006-07-13T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T15:09:52.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trainings like super tiring. in the sense that i'm too tired playing there. i love the sport, i love the people, everything's super nice. but its tiring to vie for places at every practice. its all about winning there. winning is nice, i like to win too. who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but winning isnt everything =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115303339321657448?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115303339321657448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115303339321657448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/07/trainings-like-super-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115271323202275591</id><published>2006-07-12T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T22:07:12.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a great man; fallen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zizou. nice name, is it yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like him &lt;s&gt;before&lt;/s&gt;. i liked seeing him in action&lt;br /&gt;he's a natural&lt;br /&gt;he's magnificent&lt;br /&gt;he's human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;henry said sth that triggered my thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;u can take e man out of e rough neighbourhood,&lt;br /&gt;but u cant take e rough neightbourhood out of e man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a &lt;u&gt;neutral&lt;/u&gt;, where's my &lt;em&gt;listening ear&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115271323202275591?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115271323202275591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115271323202275591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/07/great-man-fallen.html' title='a great man; fallen.'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115267844851030768</id><published>2006-07-12T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T12:27:28.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1A01</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so close! hahaha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to like wednesdays. ask me out early, and we'll meet for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinchye's gettin out of his mind! stop taking out your handphone. i'll still keep blocking your way. wahahaha. isnt 12 the time to &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt;? how come its so early today. anyway its a good thing, since my lessons start at 12 too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115267844851030768?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115267844851030768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115267844851030768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/07/1a01.html' title='1A01'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115254257906872611</id><published>2006-07-10T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:42:59.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>france 1-1 italy (3-5 penalties)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my WEEKEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;angel? yucks. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yummy! anyone for butter and cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're happy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now, who foots e bill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00126-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why i was late last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the traffic lights were out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cheering for e worldcup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00128-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00129-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our walk at marina square, followed by teabreak at cartel. that place is so gonna be the next shoppers' paradise! hahaha. headed to outram park with my family for dinner. had to rush back and pack my stuff. we're having a picnic for the worldcup! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115254257906872611?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115254257906872611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115254257906872611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/07/france-1-1-italy-3-5-penalties.html' title='france 1-1 italy (3-5 penalties)'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115237883246875712</id><published>2006-07-09T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T01:14:46.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://mizian.com.ne.kr/englishwiz/library/names/zodiac/cancer.htm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time management.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was reading an article on Cancers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when a particular sentence caught my attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He'll let you go down twice, but he'll save you just before you submerge the third time. He's too &lt;s&gt;kind&lt;/s&gt; to watch you drown, but he's certainly not going to get all wet if there's a life guard around, or if it looks as if you can swim to shore yourself. It's self-preservation, not self&amp;shy;ishness or unkindness. The crab's heart is soft at the core, under his hard, conservative outer shell. But there's just so much of his time, his money and his emotions he has to give, and he chooses to distribute each wisely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm not busy intentionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but if seems an &lt;em&gt;excuse&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so be it, i dont mind =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115237883246875712?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115237883246875712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115237883246875712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/07/httpmiziancomnekrenglishwizlibraryname.html' title='http://mizian.com.ne.kr/englishwiz/library/names/zodiac/cancer.htm'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115228819834942917</id><published>2006-07-07T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:48:32.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fri is here again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fri is finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm all smiles! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant u see it? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i'm a little better already =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i'm done with breaking down. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend's almost into e state of depression,&lt;br /&gt;and that made me better, at his expense! heh =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the world can see us&lt;br /&gt;in a way that's different than who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never believed in&lt;br /&gt;what I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;never opened my heart&lt;br /&gt;to all the possibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115228819834942917?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115228819834942917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115228819834942917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/07/fri-is-here-again.html' title='fri is here again'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115219826108700175</id><published>2006-07-05T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:09:14.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prata anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our last words:&lt;br /&gt;"no more prata, please"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here's two of the &lt;em&gt;'three guys' &lt;/em&gt;i hang out with at sch. ahh, faces of content =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mutton curry to go with your mushroom cheese?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enjoy~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;prata session after a long day at school, first time we actually stayed back til late just to finish up? there'll be more... hahaha! i'm gettin the hang of it already. just get me a notebook! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115219826108700175?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115219826108700175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115219826108700175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/07/prata-anyone.html' title='prata anyone?'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115203522990661323</id><published>2006-07-05T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T01:47:09.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm starting to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All of my bruises imagined are real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm breaking down here. its only e 2nd week since term break ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;where's all those smiles from playing volleyball? i dont see them, no more. is winning all that comes before smiles? i doubt. i'm standing at the same old crossroads everyone passes everyday, only thing different is i'm stuck here. just great =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i've been selected for e london trip. most probably i'll be going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;acca degree in 2yrs, time where i graduated from poly. shd i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;where is my dolce vita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115203522990661323?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115203522990661323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115203522990661323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-starting-to-feel-all-of-my-bruises.html' title=''/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115185443559202451</id><published>2006-07-02T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T23:33:55.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dinner at hans on fri with e super nice people who celebrated before and after, pleasant dinner with a little FOOD UPSET here and there. a bday (pandan) cake, just for me! -.-" and yes, to end the night with a bang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/Photo-0119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sat dinner with e usual clique at pepper lunch, it was great! see, we even left a smile to remember! and then there was a cake too... *huat ah* =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and tonight's dinner with my family at jack's place. hahaha its nice to finally have a sunday night out with your family having dinner. once in a while u'll feel so nice =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.s. you people are e greatest, my life's never complete without u all. whether its squabbles or hugs. i'll be around. heh =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lastly, thanks to all again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115185443559202451?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115185443559202451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115185443559202451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/07/bad-day.html' title='bad day?'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115164008253806438</id><published>2006-06-30T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T12:21:06.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pictures galore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from the cable car trip to sentosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/04032006007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/04032006008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to those movie nights out with crazy people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not to forget the craziest(or only) night walk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the salty day at swensons =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mug for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/j0hnl0h/DSC00116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115164008253806438?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115164008253806438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115164008253806438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/06/update-update.html' title='update update'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115159943627964813</id><published>2006-06-29T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:45:44.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 and 3, 17 and 2?</title><content type='html'>my bday present to myself. a distinction for one of e three papers! i'll get e results of e other 2 in sep. normal poly life? i can do away with it now. just two months before i end my first semester and the work's piling up so fast i could barely see myself in year2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i love my sister so much she pisses me off every instance. please GET OUT of my room and leave me alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in a very huggable mood now. ( if there's such a word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safdfsaf&lt;br /&gt;sasdfksafdf&lt;br /&gt;asfafs&lt;br /&gt;dsaf&lt;br /&gt;asdf&lt;br /&gt;sasdfaa&lt;br /&gt;ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont always make e effort to go an extra mile.&lt;br /&gt;(to be left alone for the next hour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myrandomquote:&lt;br /&gt;never push your luck.&lt;br /&gt;i always believe luck will run out someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115159943627964813?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115159943627964813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115159943627964813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/06/18-and-3-17-and-2.html' title='18 and 3, 17 and 2?'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115140748736228384</id><published>2006-06-27T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:24:51.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shots and wine, matter no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its the 27th. this time of e year again =)&lt;br /&gt;i'm 18 to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the day where i say more thank-you then any other day. &lt;em&gt;still...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you people, the ones that are always around me! and especially my family. you people are the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very best&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dad, though he's nonsensical. a constant nag, he's still great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mum, to me, she is priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My two lovely princesses, the 'skinny' and 'not-so-skinny' sisters, yes i do love you two alot. hahaha, a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My ever-present 2nd mum, she's talks and talks, but cares deep down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there's just too many names! but i want to keep it short and simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thanks to all of you! *muacks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and just for rmbing this day, its good enough =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(any unsatisfied sweetheart may just approach the tag-board and post a comment. i'll try my best to pick you out and give u an appropriate credit post)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115140748736228384?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115140748736228384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115140748736228384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/06/shots-and-wine-matter-no-more.html' title='shots and wine, matter no more'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115124698571766903</id><published>2006-06-25T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:49:45.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i'm missing u alrdy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm being &lt;u&gt;super emotional&lt;/u&gt; now, dont mind me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from a farewell party, and a part of it being my birthday celebration, just to show my appreciation, thanks to everyone involved, i'm really touched! &lt;em&gt;(yes asri, i rmb my bday celebration &lt;strong&gt;last year&lt;/strong&gt; too, i liked it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the youths are a very small group over at our side, that's why we really bond together. no matter what squabbles or fights we have, it'll all calm down some time later. em's leaving us today, she had six months to break the news to us. and we had six months to make our preparations. but none was prepared for tonight's farewell dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though the time we knew each other was short- barely made one year, way back to the BYG where we got together and planned out evil plots. &lt;strong&gt;HEH&lt;/strong&gt;. then times where we crapped together in a bunch, made lots of noise, disturb kiankuen, those short chats that ended with ' i gtg do my stuff' with either one of us forever busy. but still, &lt;em&gt;I'LL MISS YOU&lt;/em&gt; laaa, here u go. i'm admitting it now. hahaha =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here's a post dedicated to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115124698571766903?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115124698571766903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115124698571766903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-think-im-missing-u-alrdy.html' title='i think i&apos;m missing u alrdy'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115108547391834060</id><published>2006-06-24T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T02:09:43.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a girl's thing. what's wrong with being 2nd?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;teensgames finally ended. and boy, you'll never know how tough it is being a team manager. the closing ceremony will be held ltr on at toapayoh sports hall, and all i've got running through my mind is my MST. &lt;strong&gt;BIGsigh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two years in a row i've worked with my captain, maybe its the way i handle things that totally different from her; two differents views on the same issues, two emotions involved under the same circumstances. i dont understand, is it a girls thing again, or the age gap cos she's younger? i highly doubt, cos i dont see why she cant understand that no one team or person is perfect, and you dont place one player higher than another in the same team. motivate and encourage. she's in an active sports team, doesnt she learn all these values too? but i really did place alot of pressure into the team, and her. just hope she learns well. cos she'll be a good sportsmen next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been rough on my team, i'm most impressed with your performance. winning a silver is good, i know they wanted gold very much. losing is hard. they fought hard, and managed to get 2nd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're all winners to me =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after the MST i'm finally back to enjoying what's like being a poly student. hanging out with my classmates, not rushing to any outside classes. outings, late nights, call me! i can almost see myself at sentosa every week from now. lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 papers to go.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115108547391834060?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115108547391834060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115108547391834060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-girls-thing-whats-wrong-with-being.html' title='its a girl&apos;s thing. what&apos;s wrong with being 2nd?'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115073980218574744</id><published>2006-06-20T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T01:56:42.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont quite understand.</title><content type='html'>sweet serenade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd settle for plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit by e bench and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe what i just gave away,&lt;br /&gt;now i cant take it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115073980218574744?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115073980218574744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115073980218574744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/06/dont-quite-understand.html' title='dont quite understand.'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115055817214532185</id><published>2006-06-17T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T23:35:30.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>practicality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i didnt know what's so fun about dota. or rather, i dont play at all. ben is like a saviour. hahaha! saturday night was dry as usual, from dawn to dusk i've been awake &lt;em&gt;all day long&lt;/em&gt;, more sleep (than sexually) deprieved. dinner was superb! had a simple one at LJS; &lt;em&gt;'cheesy'&lt;/em&gt; service, i like it! had an hour long of &lt;u&gt;Q&amp;amp;A session&lt;/u&gt; with ben in e LAN shop, kuen and ben ended up gettin killed cos of me. "john run...!" and as ben was commenting, i had a 3secs delay on my reaction. next u'd see me waiting to be respawned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the innocent and the naive, dont ever learn to play. you'll end up gettin owned.&lt;br /&gt;don't even start askin what's 'owned'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food's a bonus for busy days. i don't like schedule clashes. i end up with tension headaches everytime now. HEH my new excuse for being sick and tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115055817214532185?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115055817214532185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115055817214532185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/06/practicality.html' title='practicality'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115029551680244630</id><published>2006-06-14T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:37:58.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;note: this is one looooooooooong post. cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;exams are over! yippeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i started off my freedom by going to camp, 1 day late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was super fun! =D from the &lt;em&gt;3on3&lt;/em&gt; training session, to the fab nightwalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went there, but met up with e girls first. cos guys' training was at e hall, and the girls had their's first. e year1 girls are good, some pretty skilled too. was catching up with ahbu about life and stuff, talked about mingwei too. he's really MIA. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then we started with training, with e usual physical and ball warm-up, going straight to games after it. since some of e guys are having their U19 tournament later that day, so we had limited people playing. the ones having tournament were all over e hall nua-ing. so we started off with e 3-3, not going into details, but it was fun! &lt;em&gt;john, don't lean over e railings lest u fall over, heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;showered, then headed back to our territory. why territory? cos its at T22! walaos, ulu block and no direct lift to our storey- level SIX. we went for a stroll and tried playing pranks with those coke machines. it was so hilarious; hand stuck, shutter locked, coke gone. wahaha we had fun la, but machines being machines, a huge piece of junk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with e guys gone for tournament, and e girls went over to spectate, leaving a few of us and the organising commitee. nap, dota, cs, songs, daidee, explore. what else is there to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lol! what a camp -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eventually all of us were nua-ing away, ordered for mac takeaway from zhongda and zhiwei, they went over to clementi to eat. and by e time they returned, everyone just got back too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nightwalk started at 1230. rules of e game: &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;see devil run away, see angel chase like mad.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/em&gt;lol. and just if you're wondering, sp's real scary at night, night being 12-4am =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we have to watch &lt;strong&gt;THE WIG&lt;/strong&gt; before e teams, in pairs of a guy and a girl, are dispatached on random intervals. yeah, and the pairs are kept anonymous too, til its your turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;one by one the people were gone, who ever made me 2nd last. hahaha! and it started drizzling lightly for quite a while, stopped alrdy when it was my turn. (oh and about THE WIG, it encountered an error on e 2nd disc. lol!) went out about 2.25am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lin li was my other pair, and she just woke up from her sleep! had a 'heahache' before that. so we were like two lost sheeps, following the lightsticks along the unlit corridors, the isolated pathways, with devils like raymond creeping on every other corner. angel ytd was definitely a fallen one, led us to where the devils were. at one station we had to polish my nails! she did a magnificent job. ha! cos compared to e other guys mine was more presentable. pink nails, and none of them brought the nail polish removal along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we were with gilbert and jiahui when raymond came to scare us. gilbert immediately fell butt-down, cos he slipped on his havaianas. funny, cos i was wearing mine too, and i was fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went over to solve a puzzle at e next station, walaos. when everything ended then i realised, solved or not, e girl must still blow flour on e guy's face. searched for some unopened can then we could proceed on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the last part was at T01, total of 21blocks we had to walk. and T01 had a very long stretch of pathway, so long that there was 3switches to control e lightings, the ends and e middle. yeah e devils cornered us finally, cos the rest finished, and were hiding everywhere to scare us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ended with e angel tempting us to touch; touch him and gain extra points. managed to touch him! hahaha, but overall it was fun =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;break camp! lesson 1, dont ever, ever bring 5sets of clothes for 3d2n. they gave lots of shirts! finish off with a photo-taking session, and lunch at fc3. then its home-bound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sleeeeeep...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115029551680244630?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115029551680244630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115029551680244630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahhh.html' title='ahhh =)'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-115012410953883383</id><published>2006-06-12T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:55:14.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anonymous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cant wait til poly starts =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dont shy away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;look back and i might gesture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-115012410953883383?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115012410953883383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/115012410953883383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/06/anonymous.html' title='anonymous'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114995200567610764</id><published>2006-06-10T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:55:50.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm hurt. am i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm infectious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe i shd even put up a sign stating that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEWARE: YOU'RE NEXT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha! but i think i made a couple of innocent people fall ill. see. my illness isnt some common cold or sth. nth major too. rest rest rest. soon i'll be able to go for movies, work at a ulu cafe and brush up on my culinary skills, enjoy my cooking! xbox's boring me out already. no special perks, no fun in promoting. and all thanks to my job i got down with this sickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my mum's rushing me to cook for her, mmm! heh =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114995200567610764?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114995200567610764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114995200567610764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-hurt-am-i.html' title='i&apos;m hurt. am i?'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114982036676677388</id><published>2006-06-09T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:32:46.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i believe it shouldn't be this way, its impossible that i'd fall for u</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U19's halfway through e tounament, hongtat's team and of course smb alumni girls. wish them all the luck they'll need. forming our old team and going for a tounament has always been a thought drifting endlessly, but it seems like all i wanted wasnt that silverware. but a piece of that old times to keep =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*waving white flag* my throat has gotten the better of me. but just a little more rest, and i'm good to go. my phlegm has cleared up quite a bit. and the rain's making me feel better already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;accounts ended ytd. two more papers to go and i'm cleared! e-learning's such a bore. my friday's wasted again. just do up my assignments and go for lessons later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;somerandomsong:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Raindrops keep falling on my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crying's not for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because I'm free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nothing's worrying me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114982036676677388?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114982036676677388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114982036676677388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-believe-it-shouldnt-be-this-way-its.html' title='i believe it shouldn&apos;t be this way, its impossible that i&apos;d fall for u'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114960869726716213</id><published>2006-06-06T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:45:10.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>encountered death, just lucky.</title><content type='html'>feelin very uncomfortable, very uneasy now. i almost suffocated! okay not exactly that, but it seriously was a painful experience. i was at lessons when i had choked hard; like e time when i fell butt-down on e damp soccer pitch, my supply of air was cut off, and i couldnt breathe, not to mention talk. but this time it was scary. i rushed to the kitchen/balcony to catch my breath, but it got worse. kept coughing time and again, and it felt like forever. no phlegm just dry, imagine how'd it felt? and that's only part of it. i'll leave out graphical details lest it scares u more. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm still fine though! nope no talk at all. i really lost my voice. it feels shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels like i walked past death's door, with that chill still up my spine. cool huh =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this post is meant to be small. not for e faint-hearted. NC-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114960869726716213?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114960869726716213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114960869726716213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/06/encountered-death-just-lucky.html' title='encountered death, just lucky.'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114944180518165493</id><published>2006-06-05T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T01:33:54.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she hugged him goodnight =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;felt much &lt;strong&gt;MUCH&lt;/strong&gt; better off today. but cough became worse. i think its dry cough now, feels like you're choking, &lt;u&gt;suffocating from e lack of oxygen.&lt;/u&gt; but i managed to clinched some deals anyway. heh =) i'm still alive, and kicking! yep u heard me right, kicking! we got e soccer ball &lt;em&gt;(its green btw, ewww...)&lt;/em&gt; from xbox cos we're just such &lt;strong&gt;nice people&lt;/strong&gt;. and definitely one fun lot to be with! just try working with my boss at any IT shows and exhibitions and he'll make e crowd laugh themselves silly. we're like e hired performers of e night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i sound &lt;u&gt;sexy&lt;/u&gt; tonight. endorsement for any hotlines?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.s. i think i lost my voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is it in your pocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114944180518165493?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114944180518165493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114944180518165493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/06/she-hugged-him-goodnight.html' title='she hugged him goodnight =)'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114934727917400960</id><published>2006-06-03T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:21:49.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twisted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah yeah whatever... &lt;em&gt;(its only 9days!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay update yes i'm updating.&lt;br /&gt;and btw, for those who enjoyed my handwriting on msn, you're welcome =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been sick &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; tiring for me. yes even now, my mind's blank of what to write. PC show's such a letdown. no girls no sales and it even made me sick. i mean, the girls there are supposed to be like 'models' of e show and they turn out to be those china girls dressed in astronaut outfits; walking around wrapped in aluminium foil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;helloooo!&lt;/strong&gt; i dont think girls these days are CMI. one thing cos those girls will attract lao ah peks to e exhibit and &lt;em&gt;*tada*&lt;/em&gt; we have sales! but no, its e worst in sales among the years i've been there. &lt;strong&gt;tsk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;term break is here and i'm so glad it is. but somehow i'm missing poly already &lt;em&gt;(i skipped e last 2days of sch, PC show).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously in a bad shape right now. my eyes are shutting on me, throat's killin me. and i got a bad headache. see ya people. tell me if u miss me, i need that. lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114934727917400960?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114934727917400960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114934727917400960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/06/twisted.html' title='twisted'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114856395370785870</id><published>2006-05-25T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:34:57.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekSIX</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i used to look foward to training days, back in secondary sch.&lt;br /&gt;when we were just puny kids, trying to be the&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;we are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jokingly, i was telling my friends. &lt;em&gt;'i lost the motivation to do things'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i dont look foward to going anywhere these days. even if e occasion arises, somehow e feeling's lost subsequently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was catching up with &lt;strong&gt;Kevin &lt;/strong&gt;about life @ nyp. he was busy, it was stressful. but he was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;enjoying&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it. hahaha as usual he was telling me about engin guys being despo(S), visiting the business blk on alternate days during lunchtime. yes, he's from engin too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then in turn i asked myself. i got into SP eventually. but am i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;enjoying &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe its just e no-motivation factor setting in. heh =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're looking for something you can't find&lt;br /&gt;if you give it up you'll lose your mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114856395370785870?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114856395370785870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114856395370785870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/05/weeksix.html' title='weekSIX'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114839181010306261</id><published>2006-05-23T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T21:43:30.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitch Albom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;read: TENSION HEADACHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;does that ring a bell to any of u? to me, it rang on me once. and it hit me hard. lol! like a tsunami just wiped every single crap and grey matter out of my head, and it remained inside with waves ramming into e back of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i missed my mob test. all thanks to the so-called &lt;em&gt;tension headache&lt;/em&gt;. should have listened to &lt;strong&gt;vans&lt;/strong&gt; advise. &lt;em&gt;'next time i'm so gonna burn down that khatib clinic behind my house. anyone interested in arson? heh.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;got caught up in reading &lt;u&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/u&gt;. i think i'm beginning to like it. was on my mp3, in e train journey to and fro. it takes forever. i think i'm beginning to like forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ahhh, a conversation from e book to end e session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; And most of us live somewhere in a middle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Sounds like a wrestling match, I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-A wrestling match.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Yes, you could describe life that way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-So which side wins, I ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Which side wins?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love wins. Love always wins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114839181010306261?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114839181010306261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114839181010306261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/05/mitch-albom.html' title='Mitch Albom'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114818829126449455</id><published>2006-05-21T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T13:11:31.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday mornings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sunday's a day to relax, a day to rot. a day to enjoy, a day to fart. a day to read, a day to watch tv. a day where even sg's government grants an unofficial holiday. sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i really appreciate sundays now. i think my dad finally got sth correct, sun's a family day. but my mom bent that rule and let us go against it. now i understand why he did that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everyday's a busy day, no point elaborating on e usual stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ytd at 3, three a.m., we were having our breakfast with eggs and toast over at e new coffeeshop in smb, went to meet &lt;strong&gt;raymond&lt;/strong&gt; up. over at one side he was having his breakfast and chatting away with his dad too. then &lt;strong&gt;huijun&lt;/strong&gt; was like saying, does raymond have to much to say to his dad? &lt;em&gt;and yes, as usual &lt;strong&gt;bobby&lt;/strong&gt; was mocking and mocking again. &lt;/em&gt; the point is, cos everyone of us, seeing our parents or family members everyday, we take this for granted. we'll go like "hi mum/dad." "morn mum, morn dad," or "oh, you're back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nothing much to speak about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dont know for e majority people. but few my christian friends, cos they have a strong bonding with their religion, they do communicate in a more caring way, and hold hour long &lt;em&gt;(okay, this is exaggerating)&lt;/em&gt; conversations, just with their parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for me, i dont think it its hard for us to talk to parents. my &lt;strong&gt;mum&lt;/strong&gt; always goes on and on to my relatives how much she treats me like a friend. but hey, e respect part is still there. yes we do talk, although she naps halfway through them. or she'll be doing her stuff on e com. or listening to my *cough* older sis more than me &lt;em&gt;(its a girl thing, again)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but then again, even as a career-minded woman like her, she loves us children more anything else. and that's why i love her so much more =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and before i end my once-in-a-bluemoon oh-another-super-boring speeches and chants. just to say, i talk to my dad too... about soccer. heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114818829126449455?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114818829126449455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114818829126449455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/05/sunday-mornings.html' title='sunday mornings'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114806154559817177</id><published>2006-05-20T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T01:59:05.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my girlfriend (forgot me this christmas)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got a cell phone, trampoline, a year's worth of magazines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I even got a new pair of Chucks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got a surf board, swimming pool, a mustang convertible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;still didn't get enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got everything I wanted on my list&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Except for one thing that I missed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and its just a kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114806154559817177?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114806154559817177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114806154559817177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-girlfriend-forgot-me-this-christmas.html' title='my girlfriend (forgot me this christmas)'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114788603454271167</id><published>2006-05-18T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T01:08:11.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dont want to wake up every morn with a sense of urgency that sth is amiss- like hmwk not done yet, though i never do homework. but the point is, &lt;strong&gt;projects&lt;/strong&gt; are taking alot out of me. not e work, but e grp. its either most are slacking or one's doing an individual work. i am so not learning here! &lt;em&gt;HELLO! &lt;/em&gt;dont want to end up screwing my firstyear. think i'll be vying for completion of projects right after my external exams end. phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT! i think i'm beginning to enjoy my MOB grping. its finally setting in. kudos to mrs.loh; my MOB TUTOR. she's super nice =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;down those stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by e benches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;facing e ice-cream machine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114788603454271167?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114788603454271167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114788603454271167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-heart.html' title='one heart.'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114779885545524430</id><published>2006-05-17T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T01:00:55.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my day today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cc: john, to your left. now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cc: quick la, not kiddin with u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cc: your left! quick! now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and there stood john, staring into neverland. destroying his ice-cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(why am i eating childish stuff like ice-cream in sch? cos we've run out of stuff to eat during our many breaktimes!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and then i turned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i stared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like some sleepyhead that just got out of bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then everyone around me started to stare too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(about half e class there, guys and girls.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;funny thing is, neither one of them knew what were they staring at. lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.s. no it isnt some babe, dont put too much thought into it =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114779885545524430?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114779885545524430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114779885545524430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-day-today.html' title='my day today'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114770292604923958</id><published>2006-05-15T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:29:02.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;finally some amusement in poly life! its e beginning of sth out of e box. heh! zx, a classmate of mine (&lt;em&gt;yes, he's one of e three i'm hanging out with at school&lt;/em&gt;), was going through a state of depression. quite a heavy blow to him losing his gf so abruptly, was out of his mind, unlike his usual state. and there stood this unlucky girl who crossed his path. out of e blue he uttered sth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE&lt;/strong&gt;, me and cc (&lt;em&gt;e 2nd of e three&lt;/em&gt;) were like, HUH?! then he repeated, now even louder than before:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;john, there's that girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there, that badminton girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i want her number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yes, and it made a huge dent in my first year being a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;freshie &lt;/span&gt;at SP. as e story goes, he went bonkers/ NUTS and keep insisting on her number. we gave way and asked on behalf of him, and *drums rollin* the girl's &lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt; shook her head! &lt;u&gt;now u know a girl's good friend always holds e upper hand&lt;/u&gt;. and so e girl didnt want to give him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;end of story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;didnt know what was in that girl that he took a fancy to. frankly, i dont even recall e colour of her shirt now. not to mention her features. maybe its a guy's thing, but one thing's for sure. &lt;strong&gt;it wasnt on impluse&lt;/strong&gt;. probably just needed some comfort. anyway, sorry about his loss (gf). he sure was depressed. VERY in particular. cc and me both agreed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he wasnt being a jerk at all, just wanted to befriend her. and yes, he loves his gf alot. talked about her all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;celebrated hanlong's bday today! nth extravagant. just a simple dinner with e few of us. fancy having a 'sextalk' on dinner table, yes but we finished our meals long before it. enough about it. we were at j8 having cafe cartel. yet again, i'm gettin bored of cartel's overcharged and not so nice food &amp;amp; service. did my monthly dental checkup in bishan too. and my teeth are moving back! that made my day =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i have an eye candy on e loose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114770292604923958?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114770292604923958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114770292604923958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahhh.html' title='ahhh....'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114761937542449190</id><published>2006-05-14T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:09:35.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee, tea or me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i think i do need company soon. movies, lunch or dinner, stoning at e cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i need to sit down and revise my work too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh BYTHEWAY, happy mother's day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my mum's e greatest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my mum's my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my mum's superwoman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my mum's practically everything you'll ever want, or DON'T want in a 'mum'. heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but still, she's my mum =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114761937542449190?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114761937542449190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114761937542449190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/05/coffee-tea-or-me.html' title='coffee, tea or me?'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114744435087015916</id><published>2006-05-12T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:34:27.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asdfjkl;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy bday grandpa! he turns 81 today. he's a great man. and i love him =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a friday night. and i'm home!&lt;br /&gt;that fully explains why i'm here =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most probably i'll be going on e london backpacking trip! hurray! but not pinning my hopes too high lest my application gets rejected. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone, anyone. ask me out on a 'date' and we'll just go crazy for a day. poly aint that much happening at all. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;go sch, lessons, project, go home.&lt;br /&gt;back home, rush to outside lessons, go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i need a movie, or movies to make my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or if u could make me day, i'd gladly appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114744435087015916?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114744435087015916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114744435087015916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/05/asdfjkl.html' title='asdfjkl;'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114736585348615490</id><published>2006-05-11T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:35:29.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekends =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i love it! who doesnt? ahhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(specially for people who are partially blind and need a good pair of specs, i'd do e honour of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ENLARGING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my text)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;school's been so busy. see, i cant even update my blog in peace! half of e lesson time in computer labs, we'll be busy decrypting network loopholes to find games to play, games like warcraft and cs. all installed in SP's network. amazed?! that's what students are like now. muahaha. but just to get things straight, we're accomplices, not e masterminds of creating those network folders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e other half would be spent in our very own fc6 and library, amused by e engineering guys exploring e wonders of fc6; girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have a couple more assignments on hand. MOBJAVAMOBJAVAMOBJAVA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no wonder i love mr.chew's word of advice- you die i die everyone die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;geog rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how in e world i got a C6 for geog. tsk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;john, a libero?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time will tell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114736585348615490?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114736585348615490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114736585348615490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/05/weekends-d.html' title='weekends =D'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114684604209972037</id><published>2006-05-05T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:22:07.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e bugging's killin me, new skin please!</title><content type='html'>first thing's first. yes okay i'll try to buy time just to revamp e blog. really need time management classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i concede myself in believing poly's life been smooth flowing since DayONE. i got into a course in SP, which practically people says its hard to even get into SP, so i really do count myself lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really trying to bring up e thing about my DMC attempt but i do enjoy my course now, at least its betta than tying myself down in bizAd or bizStudies. i dread staring into books 24/7 with assignments and homework. I HATE HOMEWORK. i really do! and i only have one lecture in MLT per week, minimize my chances of slacking or stoning in e crowd. never did like e idea of being with a super large group of people, makes some feel either left out or out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love going to e computer labs, its an everyday thing. and only our course are allowed into SMIT labs on free will. who can teach us to bypass sp's network and firewall? hahaha =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for volleyball trials instead of touch. 7 were selected, out of 12. and including me i knew 3 others that were selected into e squad. NOT much of a big deal, cos it isnt e main team yet, and at any point of time we can just get removed from e team, of various reasons. but i dont have e desire to go on back to full-time vball and screw my poly life up. it happened so with my sec. sch life. muahaha! we'll just see how things go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114684604209972037?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114684604209972037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114684604209972037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/05/e-buggings-killin-me-new-skin-please.html' title='e bugging&apos;s killin me, new skin please!'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114658392056827940</id><published>2006-05-03T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:32:00.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good (all rights reserved.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWENTYNINEapril&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (decided to put my own date!)&lt;br /&gt;went to SRJC for a game of volleyball. fun, exciting. but i realised how serious my injury was. a little lower than e hamstring, on e back of my right leg. somehow i managed to strain it during volleyball e last sat. credits to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOBBY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. stupid tanned thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had to wear this knee support during that day, and in e late afternoon where our league matches with the other teams took place. competitive captain's/capstan's ball games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIRTYapril&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after poly started, all i wanted was a good rest. wake up, wash up, sit in e car and go for breakfast. sounds nice. ahhhhh... and i did exactly that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ben's house later on, Rafflesia condo for a bbq, before that we had a game of soccer, in a tennis court, on e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;roof&lt;/span&gt; of e carpark! went to eat, swim, suana, swim, eat. by now i was almost flat-out. took a cab back with neth and jerome. and yes, we talked about andrew. everyone's asking about andrew. he's fine, yes he's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRSTmay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons at ten in e morn. labour day? it was more labour for francis. drilled us for 4hrs straight.&lt;br /&gt;didnt go sentosa with e rest since i ended at 2plus. went shopping with my family instead! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2ndmay(today)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more days to presentation. in formal. its like only e third week LA! needed some time out from my busy schedule. so asked vans out to town, and as usual. i went shopping for my own stuff, she was so moody. all those corny, lame, disgusting, idiotic jokes cant last her smiles and laughter e whole time. sorry la, i'm not that much of a sweet talker. and who says girls cant shop with guys?! its like stereotyping. even my sister asks me for opinions when shopping. didnt get much stuff anyway, was so suffocating over at town. i needed some fresh air, not to be contained in a shopping centre. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;did i mention how bad was e weather?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114658392056827940?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114658392056827940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114658392056827940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-is-good-all-rights-reserved.html' title='Life is good (all rights reserved.)'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114623804488209850</id><published>2006-04-28T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:48:29.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no matter how busy, i'll still have time for coffee</title><content type='html'>dont even think of comforting me if that's your last resort.&lt;br /&gt;good if it hasn't crossed your mind before.&lt;br /&gt;my temper subsides at midnight. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(30mins to go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in e mood to blog? tell me more about what's e mood. lol, cos i think i'm always in e mood to blog. foul or not, i'm still crapping about stuff, happy or fugly. asked my java teacher about html codes, whether is it similiar to java, and he said no. a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; H U G E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;difference. damn, and i thought i could learn sth useful for these stupid codes. (now you know what i'm not good at, more to come, just stay tuned) and in case u dont catch it, i'm not that good with html codes if u realised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hey but guess what? my java now completely rocks! i think i'm being complacent. anyways i might not be some smart-geeko but at least i know i did my &lt;em&gt;homework &lt;/em&gt;before e teacher really calls me out and make me stand behind e class, front facing e wall. i think i sound silly now. (btw literally i have not done hmwk in like 3years or so? and now i'm suppose to start doing it. and doing grp work as well. sigh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, who ever said year 1 was a honeymoon year? i'll like to stuff some honey into his ear cos it might help gettin those earwax outta there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like MOB tutor. she's fun, and nice. she's so like mrsChang. but not that petty, and better at e least.&lt;br /&gt;i like e IDEA module too, for now. cos i heard its gonna be tougher as time passes by.&lt;br /&gt;i like JAVA too too, cos i can graspe it so easily. but gotta continue in case i fall out of place.&lt;br /&gt;ITOS is like smb sec, e tutor can be mrWoo's wife, she's super cute =) it isnt contridicting. i think she's cute in a funny way.  e rest of my modules are normal. real normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me ah, i know my english very the powderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114623804488209850?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114623804488209850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114623804488209850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-matter-how-busy-ill-still-have-time.html' title='no matter how busy, i&apos;ll still have time for coffee'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114597592159109852</id><published>2006-04-25T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:38:41.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tempted to touch. touch, rugby!</title><content type='html'>i might give it a try out. think its kind of fun! stayed back just to watch e first training take place. too bad i didnt bring my boots along. it was fun! or it seemed fun anyway, didnt managed to participate. maybe thursday... maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost myself at your show last night&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the sparkling eyes&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of a fresher crowd&lt;br /&gt;You keep living like you're a movie star&lt;br /&gt;But tell me who you really are,&lt;br /&gt;When the lights go down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114597592159109852?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114597592159109852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114597592159109852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/04/tempted-to-touch-touch-rugby.html' title='tempted to touch. touch, rugby!'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114580633196065116</id><published>2006-04-23T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T23:41:24.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1B23</title><content type='html'>i tried to blog &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt; e past week. server was down. decided to let it rest, or let &lt;em&gt;me &lt;/em&gt;rest instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poly life's pretty fine. boring at times. but fun is definitely present! met almost every other person i know studying in SchoolofBusiness. its great to know we were schoolmates back then and still are now. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; i met an old friend! a primary school friend to be exact. and she somewhat know things about me, all &lt;strong&gt;fiona's&lt;/strong&gt; fault, update almost all unecessary details. made our 2nd encounter so embarassing. but at least i met one new friend outside class. same old brand new person =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention how &lt;u&gt;humid and bad&lt;/u&gt; has e weather been?! it totally turns me off. damn, its &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sunny&lt;/span&gt; at one moment, then e next thing you'd expect is a bad storm heading your way. three days in a row! &lt;em&gt;(or is it two... bah!)&lt;/em&gt; what a week to start with. sweat and sweat then cold, so cold. all you'll ever want after class is to &lt;em&gt;snuggle up in bed and have a long rest!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;library's e 2nd place i've frequent most this week. the 1st is still SB's foodcourt. it's warm to be out there so we'll rather stay in at e library to either discuss projects or just to relax. dont, just dont go "how's project?" to me. &lt;em&gt;ha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;private life just too quiet. adapting to time management. so i'll finally have time to do my own stuff. i want to sit out at a cafe. daze at those passing cars. silent. uncomfortable? i dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;just without any unnecessary interruptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(neither spelling nor grammatical errors. checked.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114580633196065116?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114580633196065116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114580633196065116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/04/1b23.html' title='1B23'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114528306329106584</id><published>2006-04-17T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:11:04.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bor...ing</title><content type='html'>e &lt;u&gt;title&lt;/u&gt; of my job: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gamer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. did i repeat it? i think not. dang! e only worst thing of my job was &lt;u&gt;giving out flyers&lt;/u&gt; for an &lt;strong&gt;hour&lt;/strong&gt;. and playing games to pass time. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a busy week, or busy weeks to be exact. exams, poly, work. time to cool off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's e &lt;strong&gt;first day&lt;/strong&gt; at poly&lt;em&gt; (i skipped orientation, mind you)&lt;/em&gt; and it was pleasant meeting my classmates =) they're all nice people. &lt;strong&gt;1st day&lt;/strong&gt; and hanlong told me it was easy-going. just bring a file to file in notes e lecturers and tutors will be giving. guess what? i had to buy a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thick txtbk&lt;/span&gt; instead of 'some notes'. &lt;strong&gt;1st day&lt;/strong&gt; of poly and i'm down with a project on hand. two weeks to deadline. 3weeks to another project. and this is just &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; module. not sure about others yet. bigger SIGH. &lt;strong&gt;1st day&lt;/strong&gt; and we skipped a 1hr lesson, as a class. we waited for about 20mins. so much for a &lt;strong&gt;1st day&lt;/strong&gt; -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pay's comin in soon, if not it'll be like double double sigh! three cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high hopes for a better tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114528306329106584?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114528306329106584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114528306329106584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/04/boring.html' title='bor...ing'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114486081942937084</id><published>2006-04-13T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T00:53:39.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fifa! fifa! fifa!</title><content type='html'>haha. things to do when you're at a adidas boutique shopping: look at those new sweater arrivals, sit around and enjoy e atmosphere. or rather do sth silly. like fighting over video game controllers or who to take turn to play fifa world cup! woohoo! in the end all plans to shop til we drop backfired. tsk. who to blame?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought flipflops together with bob. ht got sth from adidas, just cant recall what it was. mw was so pissed he got nth! haha. kept harping on it til we were thirsty and outta breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distinction it must be. no matter what! haha. AdvancedBusinessCalculations was easy! dont know what went wrong with accounting. damn. will be retaking accounting in june again. poly starts next week. let's see how things goes =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114486081942937084?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114486081942937084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114486081942937084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/04/fifa-fifa-fifa.html' title='fifa! fifa! fifa!'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114468185525134588</id><published>2006-04-10T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:10:55.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life's a rollercoaster ride</title><content type='html'>accounting paper was a killer! damn. and i thought i was well-equipped. one topic two qns, and one qn was a complusory. and it was a topic not concentrated on much. tsk. wishing well, where are u? i'd flip a coin in and wish a smooth going for tomorrow. ABC, here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orientation starts today. where was i? BMC academy taking my paper. e venue was initially at RI! which smartass decided to switch e venue, causing us to wake up that early. btw, that place is in Jln. Bukit Merah. office hour starts, jam all e way. and NO, it isnt jingle all e way. hell NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my timetable's out =D and it was a disappointment. start e week with a class at 8, earliest classes gonna end is at 3. only very free day is wed. and for this sem its more on IT! i hoped for biz to be first-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping, shopping and more shopping. shirts, tee-shirts to be exact. shorts and flip-flops. gonna sell my shoes and probably get another. the shopping list is up and running long. yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mentioned we climbed into SP's gym? hahaha =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114468185525134588?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114468185525134588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114468185525134588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-lifes-rollercoaster-ride.html' title='my life&apos;s a rollercoaster ride'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114425557570454187</id><published>2006-04-06T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T00:46:15.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah baby, yeah!</title><content type='html'>chalet was fun. in fact, it was great! overall it was better than previous years. YEAH! just got back from our annual chalet. gave me an opportunity to relax, before everything comes toppling on me, again. e best part was soaking ourselves wet in e midst of e night, in e jacuzzi of course. AND avoiding e patrolling guard on duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did a little of revision. gained back some confidence. haha. luckily i learnt something, or lots of things e past year, that constant revision does help u in e final revision. also learnt that complacency was what killed man.&lt;em&gt; lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to bed! need my sleep to score. HAHA. first to revise. peace out =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114425557570454187?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114425557570454187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114425557570454187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/04/yeah-baby-yeah.html' title='yeah baby, yeah!'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114399429243626066</id><published>2006-04-02T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:11:32.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>psst!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good riddance to my N6681? i miss it though. haha. got myself a new phone instead. and it can play worms! i'm still childish, yes i know =) poly's gonna commence pretty soon. still not quite looking foward to it. bah! maybe because i dont know what to expect out of my course. too much or otherwise. feelin jittery so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha xbox i'm back! probably gonna &lt;em&gt;work &lt;/em&gt;next weekend, playing games, and promoting xbox again. who has a job like mine? MUAHAHA. and e pay's good too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but... like always, with every good news that bound to be bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*lower head and SIGH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;next week schedule:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mon-wed lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mon-wed chalet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sat-sun work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sat dental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sat bgirls semi-finals*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*vball and other stuff are out of my priority list, this week only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm not trying to keep myself preoccupied. but when i free, i'm really FREE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114399429243626066?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114399429243626066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114399429243626066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/04/psst.html' title='psst!'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114382742567866701</id><published>2006-04-01T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T01:50:26.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e truth doesnt matter somehow</title><content type='html'>i got drowned in my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my limbs are failing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see me through a different shade of light,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll always remember you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you took my heart and put it back together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114382742567866701?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114382742567866701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114382742567866701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/04/e-truth-doesnt-matter-somehow.html' title='e truth doesnt matter somehow'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114365857035648562</id><published>2006-03-30T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T02:56:13.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake me up when september ends</title><content type='html'>i fear losing this gift. a concerned mentor brought this up to me: too much reliance on it might do more harm than good. now, more than ever, i fear losing my ability to 'fly'. i realised it's only when i'm above ground that i feel free. i feel, myself. it might sound so ridiculous, but that just about what i wanted to bring across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accounting paper's up first, followed by adv. biz calculations e next day. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE MORE WEEK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i'm forgoing e chance of going to SB-FOC. i might not be even going for our 'clique' chalet next week. damn. why is this f*cking society so competitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you know when peace will prevail? its when greed, economies and currencies first cease to exist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that includes useless printed papers to prove your worth. are humans to be valued based on&lt;u&gt; judged&lt;/u&gt; qualifications? pls, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; crossfire needed here. i'm saying all these on rashness, and it's good to pen down all these crap to laugh over it next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i don't wanna be 40 and regret what i didn't do at 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i don't wanna be 40 and think back how foolish i was at 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114365857035648562?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114365857035648562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114365857035648562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/03/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='wake me up when september ends'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114343735735967664</id><published>2006-03-27T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T13:29:17.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead. mentally</title><content type='html'>how am i suppose to be thinking to taking a break, when my exams are &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; weeks away? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and e best thing about this, it &lt;u&gt;clashes&lt;/u&gt; with my FOP. &lt;strong&gt;gimme a break, have a kitkat.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;give me 2days off everything, give me two weeks off for studies.&lt;/span&gt; have not been feelin alright these days. i think is just e lethargic factor settling in, haven't got much sleep at all. i think its more than that. i dont know. i'll tell u when i do catch some sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enrolment's done.&lt;br /&gt;deferment done.&lt;br /&gt;movin out - pending&lt;br /&gt;exams approaching&lt;br /&gt;school's starting&lt;br /&gt;john's collapsing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114343735735967664?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114343735735967664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114343735735967664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/03/dead-mentally.html' title='dead. mentally'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114183944925718664</id><published>2006-03-22T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:16:19.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nurses turn me ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went for my medical checkup, wasnt pleased with a part-timer or new staff checking me up. she told me to stand facing e wall, with e weighing machine with e height measurement thing directly behind me. with even realising i was slouching or feeling damn awkward. she just took my height. then she jumped up &lt;em&gt;slightly,&lt;/em&gt; as though sth wasnt right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND SHE WAS RIGHT! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;do u think i look like some kid who's only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;160+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay, i rather no specific numerics to be used =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i glanced through e report and was dazed by her measurements. was feelin so sore about it, so ytd when i went back to pay my 1st sem fees. and i accompanied Borui for his medical checkup, went to e &lt;u&gt;more experienced&lt;/u&gt; nurse and ask her to take my measurements again &lt;em&gt;(sound so wrong)&lt;/em&gt; haha. my height like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;170+&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that's like so much of a difference. ha! &lt;em&gt;its just for fun's sake. dont mind me =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was a boy. She was a girl&lt;br /&gt;Can I make it any more obvious?&lt;br /&gt;He was a punk, she did ballet&lt;br /&gt;What more can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted her, she'd never tell&lt;br /&gt;Secretly she wanted him as well&lt;br /&gt;But all of her friends, stuck up their nose&lt;br /&gt;They had a problem with his baggy clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a skater boy, she said 'see ya later, boy'&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't good enough for her&lt;br /&gt;She'd a pretty face, but her head was up in space&lt;br /&gt;She needed to come back down to earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years from now, she sits at home&lt;br /&gt;Feeding the baby she's all alone&lt;br /&gt;She turns on TV, guess who she sees&lt;br /&gt;Skater boy rockin' up MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls up her friends, they already know&lt;br /&gt;And they've all got tickets to see his show&lt;br /&gt;She tags along, stands in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Looks up at the man that she turned down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a skater boy, She said 'see ya later, boy'&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't good enough for her.&lt;br /&gt;Now he's a super star, slamming on his guitar&lt;br /&gt;Does your pretty face see what he's worth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114183944925718664?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114183944925718664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114183944925718664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/03/nurses-turn-me-on.html' title='nurses turn me ON'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114283594350704981</id><published>2006-03-20T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T14:25:43.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Media and Comm&lt;/span&gt; shortlisted me, and sent me a letter to go down for a written test. wasnt very obliged to. cos i didnt appeal, and futhermore i got into a course i liked &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i think i like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;u&gt;CONDITIONS&lt;/u&gt;: you must answer two simplified and bullshitting qns to be &lt;strong&gt;shortlisted &lt;/strong&gt;again, from 30-odd candidates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont even start askin what's e two qns.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went for e test, crapped through it. eventually &lt;em&gt;*drums rollin*&lt;/em&gt; i got in! to DBIT. haha. nope i didnt get in to DMC, somehow i didnt feel e pinch. maybe my interest wasnt really there to begin with, or maybe i just didnt want to be in e limelight. what limelight? i dont know either. just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that DBIT would be &lt;u&gt;happening&lt;/u&gt;. i dont wanna be happening to fit in, i want to be me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114283594350704981?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114283594350704981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114283594350704981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/03/bah.html' title='bah!'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114235964212149462</id><published>2006-03-15T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T02:07:22.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;loved the love songs from the backstreet boys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;here's one of them:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bsb - crawling back to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everybody Knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That I was such a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To ever let go of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;/strong&gt; I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And yeah I know I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We'd be &lt;em&gt;better off alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was time that we moved on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I broke your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;didn't mean&lt;/u&gt; to break your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But baby here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bangin' on your front door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My pride spilled on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My hands and knees are bruised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm crawlin' back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beggin' for a second chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you gonna let me in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was runnin' from the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now I'm crawlin' back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know you're in there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And you can make me wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I'm not gonna wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's the least that I could do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just to tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was lyin' to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I'm dyin' in this hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl I know you're mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I &lt;em&gt;can't blame&lt;/em&gt; you for bein' mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But baby here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bangin' on your front door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My pride spilled on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My hands and knees are bruised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm crawlin' back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beggin' for a second chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you gonna let me in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was runnin' from the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now I'm crawlin' back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you could see these tears I'm cryin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Touch these hands that can't stop shakin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hear my heart that's barely beatin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You would see a different man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But baby here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bangin' on your front door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My pride spilled on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My hands and knees are bruised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm crawlin' back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beggin' for a second chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you gonna let me in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was runnin' from the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I'm crawlin' back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bangin' on your front door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My pride spilled on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was runnin' from the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I'm crawlin' back to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114235964212149462?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114235964212149462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114235964212149462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/03/dedicated.html' title='dedicated.'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114235878015581670</id><published>2006-03-15T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T01:53:00.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not good with words. sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tell me what's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;worth&lt;/span&gt; fighting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tell me what's not to &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;try so hard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;am i always so busy? am i escaping from reality? am i runnin away from my personal life? am i in need of help myself? &lt;strong&gt;---&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;this is what happens when i let my thoughts run loose. in doubt myself too.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;---&lt;/strong&gt; do i have a split personality? is it hypocrisy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reality's like a sleep; wakes up only when you fall hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm living a life of luxury, luxury not in riches or wealth. but free from many problems and situations that pull people down. where they fall the hardest. i've been through that, finding no acceptance, worse still, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;discrimination &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;from e world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not needing another pessimist to be present, that's why i try to help, come what may.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114235878015581670?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114235878015581670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114235878015581670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/03/not-good-with-words-sorry.html' title='not good with words. sorry.'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114165842813786584</id><published>2006-03-06T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T01:41:56.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolates are nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CANDY EMPIRE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bought lots and lots and lots, and lots of &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. ate like i've never did so before! bought candy and sweets too. but i &lt;strong&gt;COMMITED MURDER&lt;/strong&gt;. lol!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i killed my voice, sound so hoarse now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shitty =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sis ordered &lt;u&gt;KFC for lunch&lt;/u&gt;, mom bought&lt;u&gt; KFC for dinner&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;em&gt;FAINT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i think i do sound like a slaughtered chicken now, i want my voice back! *coughcough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114165842813786584?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114165842813786584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114165842813786584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/03/chocolates-are-nice.html' title='chocolates are nice'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114157347863291328</id><published>2006-03-06T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:44:38.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet memory? nightmare?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blink 182 - Adam's Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I never conquered, rarely came 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just held such better days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Days when I still felt alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We couldn't wait to get outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The world was wide, too late to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The tour was over we'd survived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I couldn't wait till I got home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To pass the time in my room alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;loneliness isnt a bad thing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its your perception that makes it bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114157347863291328?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114157347863291328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114157347863291328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/03/sweet-memory-nightmare.html' title='sweet memory? nightmare?'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114156722130203761</id><published>2006-03-05T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:04:58.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a reason to blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at my clique's very last chalet together. we sang graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was touching, it was sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it made me think, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i thought back:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;life's so different back then, now everything and everyone's fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;never did know it'll lift my spirits up high just to know all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all those fights, all the friends, all those girls and all that nonsense. every bit of it built me up, and almost pulled me apart. but i grew up, from all happy and miserable moments. and i thank e people around me that's willing to give me another chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guess what, alvin and i talked today. its like infinity since e last time we talked. its great to know we all grew up, from those days when we were kids. runnin outside classrooms to classrooms. been catching up a little bit about life. i saw leonard e other day, he's fine too. we had nth much to talk anymore, but i felt that, we knew each other inside. it was nice to feel that way =) i miss you maggi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dedicated to all four&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114156722130203761?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114156722130203761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114156722130203761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/03/reason-to-blog.html' title='a reason to blog'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114127063958000228</id><published>2006-03-01T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:40:11.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dont wear &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red undies&lt;/span&gt; outside of my tight pants. i aint &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;bulletproof&lt;/span&gt;, nor can i dodge bullets in a flash. i'm just &lt;em&gt;mere human&lt;/em&gt;. i'm tired. &lt;strong&gt;can somebody save me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mentally i'm battling myself, physically i'm trying to have set my biological clock right by sleeping early to heal myself. my thighs aching from my first time playing soccer on field with boots. studies to cope with. have to manage '&lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt;' capstan's/captain's ball team for e tournament. volleyball's for me to vent my frustrations. but it seems all my schedule clashes with e timing. darn. exams are in april, days before i start poly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why people are so insensitive about their surroundings? why are they so oblivious about what's happening? are they just being ignorant to what they've been wanting to avoid? or its just them. perhaps, 'a simple life' is all that they want.&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/21209379-114127063958000228?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114127063958000228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114127063958000228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/03/superman.html' title='superman'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114076471143956435</id><published>2006-02-24T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:05:11.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make this last forever; the right choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;one year ago&lt;/span&gt;, if someone would ask me whether i liked to go back to sch once more. i'd definitely say&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. returning to the past is sth everyone at one moment or another would come across thinking about it. and lucky me, i didnt regard my returning as sth bad. instead, i looked forward to it, seemingly &lt;u&gt;an unfulfilled part of life&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the sch &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gave me a choice&lt;/span&gt;, the smaller class for teachers to emphasise more on students. or the weakest class in express. i chose. &lt;em&gt;(that was directly translated)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went back, and experienced what i've always looked forward to having in a class. &lt;strong&gt;wasnt saying that 4e3'04 was bad. it was &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! all the fun, laughter, nonsense, too much of an ordinary life? nah! i enjoyed that =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and on top of that, i made good friends. &lt;em&gt;but good, is always a &lt;u&gt;vague&lt;/u&gt; word.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but what was in 4e2'05 was &lt;u&gt;much more than pure entertainment and amusement&lt;/u&gt;. we bonded as a class, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;through thick and thin&lt;/span&gt;. criticised for being the weakest class. but hey, its individual results that matters eventually. i saw my friends, those willing to work hard get the results they deserved. that might be even lesser than mine in terms of points! haha. they got me actively involved in the class, to an extent their studies mattered more than mine. sounds exaggerated, but if u were in that class, some of u would know its true. so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i never did make good friends in that class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i made pals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. and i'm thankful for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(pls don't make me tear)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;names werent all that mattered, but if i would give credits. here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mrs.lau&lt;/strong&gt;, thanks for always being e motivation to push on. &lt;em&gt;'i don't care if u fail all your class tests, john, &lt;u&gt;its the o's that matters&lt;/u&gt;'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ms.wong&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;em&gt;GTO &lt;/em&gt;in-e-making. how much they say she sucks. its just cos of her always-so-stressed mentality. give her a break! &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;thanks for believing in me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edwin &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;kelly&lt;/strong&gt;, exact opposites in teaching, one's biased the other's just. lol. thanks for both your guidance. without u two i'm never where i am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asri&lt;/strong&gt;, for always making my day when i felt like an ass. you're the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raidah&lt;/strong&gt;, for being exceptionally &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blur&lt;/span&gt; to make me smile, and laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;borui&lt;/strong&gt;, being there to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;piss me off&lt;/span&gt;. you're e next drama queen. lol! and for trying to make me fit in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wilson &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;kevin&lt;/strong&gt;, all that &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt; turns us on. smaller portions, extra large portions, and a just right portion with addition space for desserts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xinyan &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;cindie&lt;/strong&gt;, for initially trying to &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;break the ice&lt;/span&gt; and bonding me with everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huiting &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;huiyee&lt;/strong&gt;, breakfast was sumptuous. do u still offer delivery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yueying &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;michelle&lt;/strong&gt;, for being my every other day &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;debating opposition&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V4&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Lishan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Kaini&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Sabrina&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Evon&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;u&gt;making me remember my nonsensical 4e3'04&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leefong&lt;/strong&gt;, made this an easier year for me to pass through. sorry if i made things difficult at any part of it. really appreciated your presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vanessa&lt;/strong&gt;, my going-home &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;kaki&lt;/span&gt;, and for being there whenever i felt like punching someone. care for kopi? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sorry if i didnt include your names. do tell me so =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- one year later (present day), if u would ask me the same qn again. i'd just smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks, but no thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114076471143956435?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114076471143956435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114076471143956435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/02/make-this-last-forever-right-choice.html' title='make this last forever; the right choice'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114062406064038767</id><published>2006-02-22T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T00:01:01.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMEthing to smile about</title><content type='html'>its great when i go to e gym. haha. been wanting to put on some mass since months and months back. why is it great, here comes another old folk-tale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not those muscles or girls that interest me. its that weighing machine that stands out even at that little corner. HAHA. i've been gaining grams bit by bit from e first time there. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... but the topic of today isnt about that anymore. its about &lt;strong&gt;sh&lt;/strong&gt;... shumin! haha. cos she helped me decide on those &lt;strong&gt;SH&lt;/strong&gt;OES =D i love those shoes! it made my day ytd. or probably when i've received my results til &lt;u&gt;the day before ytd&lt;/u&gt;, i was then satisfied again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday = bad day.&lt;br /&gt;jeremy jumped in mid-air when i was about to land after catching the ball. he nudged me. correction, he NUDGED MY LIPS. top and bottom right corner slashed into my braces, resulting in swelling, blood, cuts. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was itching, more like a needle pricking your nerves, just cant stand it. so ytd night i tried applying salt to wounds. sounds disgusting? i couldnt stand it at one moment and almost started drooling. and this morn it was alot better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to play games. i'm on cloud nine =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114062406064038767?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114062406064038767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114062406064038767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/02/something-to-smile-about.html' title='SOMEthing to smile about'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-114032911671623492</id><published>2006-02-19T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T14:15:20.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she rocks my world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone shut &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; freaking mouth full of scorn and shit. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she's&lt;/span&gt; already offended and pissed someone off to the extent of not participating in future exhibitions with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt; around. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she's&lt;/span&gt; making her statement HUGE and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;guys &lt;/span&gt;working there prefer not to get too close in contact with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unless necessary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. BUT, since its work, how is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, cos the sweet and adorable &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; holds her territory beside the cashier counter and sits there all day LONG making calls and sending smses. once in a while &lt;strong&gt;(a very long while indeed)&lt;/strong&gt;, then&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; she'll&lt;/span&gt; wander off from her comfort zone to ask people to spread out and quit chatting WHEN&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; she&lt;/span&gt; herself does that like so many times a day. &lt;em&gt;(before i get really out of point...) &lt;/em&gt;some of e &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;guys &lt;/span&gt;would usually avoid the cashier counter if &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she's &lt;/span&gt;present, and only approach when &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she's &lt;/span&gt;not around. and that, &lt;strong&gt;excludes&lt;/strong&gt; me btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best part &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;of the whole work thing is that &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my good friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (it isnt an understatement), would rather indulge in her little game of insensitivity and continue to amuse&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; her&lt;/span&gt;. always, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;he'd&lt;/span&gt; accept the views of others against me than compared to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; OWN PERCEPTION. damn, just because &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;influence others easily doesn't make &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;him &lt;/span&gt;e perfect friend. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seriously, grow up la, i'm 18 and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if it was not because of my friend's request, i would not even do this job. and mind you, its only my &lt;u&gt;SECOND&lt;/u&gt; day at this exhibition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(sorry, no names are mentioned, its too crude of me to even do that. but if u want to catch more of this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;girl &lt;/span&gt;exciting you, head down to suntec atrium c&amp;amp;k exhibition, offer stands til wed, 22nd feb)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;did i mention criticism is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;middle name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-114032911671623492?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114032911671623492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/114032911671623492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/02/she-rocks-my-world.html' title='she rocks my world'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-113993713188016165</id><published>2006-02-15T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T12:00:24.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B . G . R</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heck about my indecisiveness to select a tertiary institute. here's a rather interesting post i copied with all rights reserved. ha, enjoy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love a guy for who he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't expect him to love you more than you love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love him just as much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Appreciate what he has done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no matter how ugly the 'thing' might be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love it cause it contains his love, time and effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Understand that actually guys don't have a lot of brains so accept them for who they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Any efforts to make them any smarter may backfire and make the relationship worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't keep guys guessing. if you must,give more hints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guys can get tired of constantly trying to read your mind and say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As he could have just bedded another girl last night instead of spending it at the library with you, reading those boring books, it doesn't mean that you can take him for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Promises needs time to be fulfilled. Have a little more faith in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you promise, you have to make sure you make good your word too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girls, be a better lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this might sounds stupid. but think about it, girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cos e originators of this 'poem' are TWO girls. great minds think alike! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;although i don't agree on guys having 'not a lot of brains' =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-113993713188016165?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/113993713188016165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/113993713188016165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/02/b-g-r.html' title='B . G . R'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-113975957293352611</id><published>2006-02-12T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:52:53.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life, goes on</title><content type='html'>did i screw my o's again? i think i did. SEVENTEEN for R4 is really unacceptable. what to do. didnt even get e a1 for accounts that i wanted. and its all combined humanities that contributed e final blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a c6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry mr chew, tried my best. even thought of appealing to re-check, but it'll take e month or so. so do what i can now. go through my available courses and make choices, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, thks vanessa =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-113975957293352611?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/113975957293352611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/113975957293352611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-goes-on.html' title='life, goes on'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-113941461719172060</id><published>2006-02-08T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T00:15:34.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;come on, people. what's with valentine's day. it isnt like schools are gonna give u e day off cos u planned e day to be spent with that specal one. haha. &lt;strong&gt;not against valentine's or anything&lt;/strong&gt;, its cos people kept on pestering me about stuff on it. kingdom's not gonna come on that particular day too, so please, i need my space back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel's birthday will be on e 15th. she invited lots of people over in advance to celebrate, but i've got trials that day. probably cant make it. and who says i don't celebrate valentine's? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta find gifts. for birthdays. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schedule: til now, i'll be especially free on valentine's day! &lt;em&gt;i think its good news. is it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-113941461719172060?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/113941461719172060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/113941461719172060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines.html' title='valentine&apos;s?'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-113924378933359792</id><published>2006-02-06T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:36:29.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peel.the.skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;peel banana, peel peel banana.&lt;/span&gt; HAHA. &lt;em&gt;don't think i don't know what you're thinking...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway, you're partially right. i'm peeling! my shoulders, back, and a little bit of e arm. &lt;strong&gt;SEE LA JOHN&lt;/strong&gt;, blame it on e sun again! but i'll still be going over to sentosa on a constant basis, to get that tan i want. its called TAN, not &lt;strong&gt;BLACK&lt;/strong&gt;. lol! heard recently there's been a few 'accidents' of youths drowning, so i was warned again and again to avoid swimming when i'm there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lessons started today, after such a long break. for me that is, had urgent things on a few occasions that i had to miss lessons. btw for people that didn't know, i'm taking a pte dip now and even when i start schooling again - double studying. that's what i fear now. its not e&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;RESULTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that we'll be collecting&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; IN A FEW DAYS&lt;/span&gt;. reason why? cos my exams' in april and june, a few months time. &lt;em&gt;okay, you can start mocking now =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bad bad night ytd. drenched in rain for an hour trying to hail CABS at town, that are so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MONEY-MINDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they'd rather wait, go ON CALL to get that measly 3bucks or more than pick up a sick and wet boy, I WASNT EVEN WHINING! was at my granny's place but decided to return home cos i wasnt feelin well. eventually i walked to cityhall and got on e last train back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-113924378933359792?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/113924378933359792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/113924378933359792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/02/peeltheskin.html' title='peel.the.skin'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-113886195628742604</id><published>2006-02-02T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T22:54:06.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>antsantsants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the whole household was chaotic in recent months, all because of some ants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its lots and lots, and lots of ants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; irritate&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;annoy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;piss everyone off&lt;/span&gt; when they started to home their base in &lt;strong&gt;MY &lt;/strong&gt;house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and grumpy old me keeps on mentioning of calling e pest control when i get my paycheck. haha, now i enjoy e best of both worlds. went on a killing spree when i found their nesting place. finished one &lt;strong&gt;BIG &lt;/strong&gt;can of baygon (i'm probably destroying e environment too), and they're not entirely dead yet. so we've bought another medium can yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wait til my house is cleared of guests... hehs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-113886195628742604?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/113886195628742604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/113886195628742604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/02/antsantsants.html' title='antsantsants'/><author><name>reminisce</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-21209379.post-113871962739663005</id><published>2006-01-31T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:17:48.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i mean literally; reddish burnt backs, itching butts and sleepy heads. haha. sentosa's really enjoyable today, miss it so much! it's been eons since i've stepped on those sandy bitches, *oops* it's beaches. basking in e sunshine, eating chocolate bonjour loti (bread) with choc-chips in them. haha. munching on a whole roasted chicken on e beach. man, who does that? i think we're nuts too. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i must, MUST mention this. Rachel folded my board shorts real nicely, and Andrew dug a fitting hole in e sand. and buried my shorts! lol, forgot all about it til i was in e toilet naked, ready to shower then i realised my board shorts wasnt with me. long story... but anyway, i got it back asap, so no worries. i'm still a happy man. haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna be frequent over there soon, i'm available every other day. woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-113871962739663005?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113871962739663005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209379&amp;postID=113871962739663005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/113871962739663005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/113871962739663005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-hot.html' title='i&apos;m hot!'/><author><name>reminisce</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209379.post-113871877799601354</id><published>2006-01-30T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T22:46:18.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still under construction</title><content type='html'>sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time to really sit down and do up my blog stuff, been going out all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night before CNY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can we like go early this year, wake up at 8, leave at 9?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sure, why not. as long as u can wake up and prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay, cos i dont wanna leave e house AS USUAL at 12"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next morn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"see, i told you we could do it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- u get yourself ready in 20mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~20mins later~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can you all hurry up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~1hr later~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-last one out is a turtle&lt;br /&gt;(as my older sister scurries out of e house LAST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"good, we left e house at 11. its an improvement."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-113871877799601354?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113871877799601354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209379&amp;postID=113871877799601354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/113871877799601354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/113871877799601354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/01/still-under-construction.html' title='still under construction'/><author><name>reminisce</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209379.post-113812121290880989</id><published>2006-01-25T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:20:24.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>craps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wahaha, i'm actually crapping on e phone now. wanna know how i speak when its past my bedtime? lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've had a busy schedule. work, play, and i STILL feel like sleeping =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone please find me a weekday job that fills up my time. i dont wanna sacrifice my weekends! tsk. i went on a shopping spree, spending and buying. in e end e satisfaction wasn't there at all. i cant even wear it til CNY's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost the mood to blog today, feelin very lethargic. til next time~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-113812121290880989?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113812121290880989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209379&amp;postID=113812121290880989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/113812121290880989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/113812121290880989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/01/craps.html' title='craps.'/><author><name>reminisce</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21209379.post-113768697951449909</id><published>2006-01-20T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:20:59.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;suddenly had this urge to actually create a blog, and *tada* in less than 10mins, i got this up and rollin' =) enjoy your stay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21209379-113768697951449909?l=toiletchoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113768697951449909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21209379&amp;postID=113768697951449909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/113768697951449909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21209379/posts/default/113768697951449909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletchoir.blogspot.com/2006/01/woohoo.html' title='woohoo!'/><author><name>reminisce</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
