<?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-19294010</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:29:33.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfetcLite</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Old school rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jU22ttBHdCo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jU22ttBHdCo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-904268846719849865?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-8593072054763765039</id><published>2007-02-18T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T15:53:11.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thebluething.com/media/Fancy-Pants-Adventure" TITLE="Click to Play Fancy Pants Adventure" TARGET="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thebluething.com/games/images/fancy-pants-adventure.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to Play!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebluething.com/media/Thing-Thing-Arena-2" TITLE="Click to Play Thing Thing Arena 2" TARGET="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thebluething.com/games/images/thingarena2.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to Play!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-8593072054763765039?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/8593072054763765039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=8593072054763765039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/8593072054763765039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/8593072054763765039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2007/02/click-to-play-click-to-play.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-3167482634799382901</id><published>2007-02-17T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T18:48:19.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thebluething.com/media/Four-Second-Fury" TITLE="Click to Play Four Second Fury" TARGET="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thebluething.com/games/images/four-second-fury.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to Play!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-3167482634799382901?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/3167482634799382901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=3167482634799382901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/3167482634799382901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/3167482634799382901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2007/02/click-to-play_17.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=8341765324152446213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/8341765324152446213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/8341765324152446213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2007/02/click-to-play.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-117144385316880289</id><published>2007-02-14T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T17:04:13.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed to be alive. It's Valentine's yo peepleo(with the black accent, No not ascend shuzhen!)! Anyways, I dont know what it is but SOME people just die on this day. They get so emotional and so desperate much like the vigilantes i meet in the game Renewal, so dead and tearful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They get depressed over shut-the-hell-up things like being without dates on V-day,  being unattached and stuff. aiyo, so loveydovey, be realistic, Valentine's day is more than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haiyo, frankly speaking I have been unattached for all my 19 years during Valentine's day. And still it's very happy for me every year! During schooling era, in S19 and Secondary times, friends hand out handmade gifts to everyone they think should be loved. This is a festival of Love, Love of all forms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Take the day to tell your mum you love her, wish your siblings well for today! Tell your friends you love them! Dont be shy. Dont wait till it's too late. =) I love you yunjiecrazytoserve ,kentypanty, cheng-raye-gay ,denisemadwomansimin, huidabianting, J-botak-S, Uglyface-pokemon, Tongmuscleheadloong, Teckprimaryschoolkidoon, Aliciayinyantwins, Jinyi, nickynacky, Sussanlaughatpooruglypeoplemariam, PANGcrazy4wjyuhui, itchyneversleepatnight547, Eileenhahamot, Sereneangrymanager, lesterbonkerprawnsoh, yipopandmusicxin, juneywithacrazyguitardaughtertay, jacqmadhouse, calistasimbosoh, keljackassvin, andrewlaughinglikenuts, KenalwaysmybuddyHo, cherchuan, shaoyong, ,justingounucaiJJ, peibignehnehli, mauiauntieandhusband, my Papa, my mama, my sister my korkor and all those poor souls that the lousy me failed to name, not because u are not important. but i am lazy. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am happy every valentine's, to know im blessed with love from my dear friends and family. Be blessed, my haters, for today is a day for love. Yeah, i'm heading out to Settle's Cafe.. YEAH!! hahahs.. bye peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is in the air! I love ya'll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-117144385316880289?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/117144385316880289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=117144385316880289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/117144385316880289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/117144385316880289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-i-feel-so-blessed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-117143862977798837</id><published>2007-02-14T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:37:09.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Only 49 and it's so great!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;]- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know at the age of 49, The Grammies could be so Wowowowowow! I don't know what to expect at the 50th ceremony? Probably it would really take my breathe. =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm posting up some of the more popular and really showstopping acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakira ft. Wclef- Hips Don't Lie&lt;br /&gt;=Need I say more? Although I would say, as I always do, that this song lacks climax and gets mundane with the repeating-and-repeating chorus, it is a perfect song for live performance and she will SHOW you why? It's really, really showstopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j1qTI4K71pk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake with the best song he has ever written(which he claims and many agreed)- What goes around... (comes around)&lt;br /&gt;=It's really a great song, vocally and emotionally touching. But it really wrecks many minds to think whether he is playing the piano that night.? Oh well, the song is too overwhelming for asses to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7U-FbbrNeeA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce- Listen&lt;br /&gt;=A soundtrack taken off her soon-to-be hit movie, Dreamgirls. Haunting lyrics and beyonce did a technically wonderful job as many would agree. But fans of beyonce would have to agree that it is not a great performance. She sounded tired, prolly she's really sick and the end was really a bloop. =X Still, it's a great song and worth a watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kt4opoM-tDk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this IT dominated era, Grammys has or have been moving with time! The mamanagent held a online competition/poll for viewers to send in auditions and have their Grammy moment. And boy, you can hear Robyn Troup sing like a pro. She can command the stage! Well, though I do reckon she has to work on her facial expression-s. A bit dead. Esp in the "auditions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A3qH52zMCBM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fa8-MivPihY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera- It's a Man's,Man's, Man's world.&lt;br /&gt;You know it amazes how some people STILL fail to realise what a diva is. It's about embracing your strengths and yet not conceal your flaws. It's about a woman who's not afraid to stand up for herself. It's about honouring womanhood. Some think Christina overdoes it and yell into the mic unneccessary. Face the fact. This is her, and she will blow you out. -)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rh2Yxp6q2h0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's about it. Didnt post up Carrie Underwood's performance, because i think it still lack something. hmms. Anyway, really spend 30 minutes of your time and look at the videos, after Life's short. Enjoy music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-117143862977798837?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/117143862977798837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=117143862977798837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/117143862977798837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/117143862977798837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2007/02/only-49-and-its-so-great-i-didnt-know.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-117078326998080546</id><published>2007-02-07T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T03:05:44.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I cannot believe my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm so dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Am I really seeing my fate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Singapore-Cambridge A Levels Examination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Name: Beh xxx xxxx Willy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;NRIC:S88XXX70C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;General Paper D7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mathematics C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Physics E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chemistry D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chinese E8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;How? Even if I want to graze the grass and share the pasture(s) with the cow, they would laugh their udders off at my stupidity. I cannot go anywhere! No universities would accept me for the janitor's position even. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO DEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mama said it's alright I've given my best and that I shouldn't brood over it. Come next week I'll be working as a office boy and thats going to be the case for sometime, i guess. No future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nothing! Nothing! 14 years of education and I've wasted it all. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I bet you cant imagine the drowning amount of sweat I bore just dreaming of this. What a nightmare! The only reason why I woke up is because i check the results again and saw the E8 for Chinese. Thank goodness I've gotten my Chinese paper's results. If not, I think I'll still be stuck in that crazy dream. I was sweating like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nothing can be worse than embracing a night's rest with a nightmare. Unless I have two more in the 9hours I laid in my bed, two third of the time spent sweating and worrying. I think I worked my brain too hard thinking of crazy stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second dream was actually about the End of the World. And practically it was the end. It was hell breaking lose. There was no balance in the environment. Venomous snakes roamed the cities and fear enguffed everyone. I was running through the streets with someone(I dont know who), for what reasons i dont know. But we were like the prey for the hunger-driven vipers. Striking at every opportunity, and then "recoiling" themselves and preparing to spring and sink their fangs into both of us. The only reason it was freaking nerve-wrecking is because I had a very hard time dodging them, and they keep coming from all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bet if Huitin were in my shoes, she would have slashed her own throat. LoL. Maybe I'm watching too much tv, in particular wildlife documentaries like Jeff Corwin's Unleashed. Gee.. I have a boring life! Oh well, I was once again shocked to awareness thanks to my 6.00am alarm. I have this daily bet with PeiLi to see who will wake up first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I lost this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The time was 6.22am when my eyes were ajar and she has already sent her winning message claiming victory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"abracadabra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*chants chants* How I wish I have some magic to make her late for school. =D Obviously I dropped back to slumber land after some cursing. But the thing is, this time I'm teleported to ancient China. Where emporers pit their armies against each other and concubine thrives to win(Too much Channel U drama!! but I swear I havent watch that show for about a week already, dont know why still dreaming of it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so "gothika" was that I was actually from the future. And I'm in the era where the infamous(no, not pido) Emperor Qin rule his evil empire.Apparently I told him his throne will not always be in his hands, and at the same time in my hands was a book of Ancient China history. Being such a authoratative person, he wanted to know of his becoming. Since they couldn't read modern Chinese characters, they have to keep me alive as a translator. I was sort of an advisor, I guess. Fightings along the outskirts were not uncommon and I was deemed to be the person with the answers. Tensed and pushed up to the war, I could not complain but comply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I finally woke up due to extreme distress i think. hahas. What a crazy night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is one of the reason why I am so afraid of my sub conscious. Everytime it takes over, mad things happen and I dont mean dreams only. Someone could seriously get hurt someday(I'm not mentally ill, dont worry.). My subconscious is my heart, my conscious is my mind. One's evil, the other's morally upright. Which is which? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Make a guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;P.S. Happy Valentine's Day in Advanced to Jake Beh Jun Ming or is it 8?. LoL. I'm just afraid you will be too busy to read anything here on the actual day. Maybe I'll be too busy that day too. LAM(Laugh At Myself)! &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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-117078326998080546?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/117078326998080546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=117078326998080546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/117078326998080546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/117078326998080546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cannot-believe-my-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-117042437129685376</id><published>2007-02-02T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T21:54:31.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Give me a little more time. I'll be back with more.&lt;br /&gt;I was really worn out. I think I'm getting my strength back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm proposing two more weeks and after Chinese New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O55Cghg5sv0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-117042437129685376?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/117042437129685376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=117042437129685376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/117042437129685376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/117042437129685376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2007/02/give-me-little-more-time.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-116459579950697968</id><published>2006-11-27T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T14:52:18.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;-[ &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; health&lt;/span&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Exams crawled to an end finally and my health is picking up. Guess what, I go to bed much much earlier(11-1am) than in the past(3-5am)! Wakes up early in the morning having the feeling of the natural cool breeze on your face makes my day already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;In the past when I wake up in the afternoon, I've the stupid instinct as if I've wasted half of the day, some psychology obstacle I assume. And right now, I cant sleep past 8hours on average, seems very great to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Right now waiting for job, waiting for red to be ready to club, waiting for physical wounds heal! =D Very busy very busy!&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/19294010-116459579950697968?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/116459579950697968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=116459579950697968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116459579950697968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116459579950697968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/11/pink-of-health-exams-crawled-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-116429193053388987</id><published>2006-11-23T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:25:30.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;-[ Prelude ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1312/1907/1600/626416/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1312/1907/400/605191/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm feeling the energy within me, waiting to be unleash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;But darling, Let me hug you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1312/1907/400/501383/Picture0229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I cant even recognise myself, is this me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preview of the metamorphorsis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1312/1907/1600/367623/coloured.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1312/1907/400/980761/coloured.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Pig out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1312/1907/1600/791397/collage(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1312/1907/400/389969/collage%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt; NiokNiok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-116429193053388987?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/116429193053388987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=116429193053388987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116429193053388987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116429193053388987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/11/prelude-im-feeling-energy-within-me.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-116428874745547484</id><published>2006-11-23T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:36:01.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-[ New Direction ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Was rather aimless when I just finished A's. Now, I'm going crazy with so many tasks to complete. Aiming to attain my motorcycle licence by December which is why I'm packing the lessons very close to each other right now, while my motorcar first Basic Theory Test takes place in January on the 8th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tomorrow my hair will be undergoing revamp. Hope things go well, it'd better be so! If not the stylist is going to die for her crime. I must make sure things are right first before I let her touch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;WorkWork, Dad has been trying to rope me in to work for him, $60/day, but I'm too interested. Looking for sales job. Preferably clothing sales, or cashier for food chain! Wee~ Hopefully I'll start work by January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Prom will be near the end of December. Not really in the mood to shop for the attire yet. Want something me, something special. Hope I can do it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I bless me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/19294010-116428874745547484?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/116428874745547484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=116428874745547484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116428874745547484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116428874745547484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-direction-was-rather-aimless-when.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-116428825925061901</id><published>2006-11-23T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:37:50.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;perfetcLite.blogspot is one!(whispers: who cares anyway? no one view your blog anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;hmm? I thought I heard some sniggerings. LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Oh well, one full year of blogging, though not daily updates like some freaks who refer blogging as a job. And unlike desperados who enjoy the glamour and honour of having netizens view their blog, erms, I'm just very happy to have a place to store my memories. I dont wanna die, remembering nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;It's so weird to blog out your emotions out "on" the "public", even more so when you arent truly anon. That's why when you read other's blogs, most of the time, the entries are filled with angst and teenage rebellion(though some are really not teenagers already, they just wanna remain childish and they shall remain anon). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Rarely would you read of someone really covering all of their emotions in their entries. hmm.. the kind of blogging i still hate most is: I wokee uup today, veriie tiireed nnor. Then I weent too schooool, noothiing happeeened. aiyaa, veriie tiireed le, goodniight. Must tagg me hor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;**** yourself. LoL. Dont ask me why I'm doing all the bitching about others, just wanna shout out. wee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;No surprise sometimes I think whether anyone even read my blog, because the counter has always been rather faulty(registering all visits when it should register only unique visitors), and the tag board has been dead. Then again, I tell myself that even if only one person reads it, and it changed him, it's worth it. I do not have the strength to influence the world like some famous bloggers or celebrities are. But if I can help just one, I'm already very glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Blogging is fun. I dont like to explain things, so things i blog here often seems weird and most wouldnt understand what the toot I'm actually referring to. What I would say to you is, dont take the direct approach too serious. Comprehend what I'm trying to say generally, it may not apply to you, but you might learn something new, or something about me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Happy Birthday, perfetcLite.blogspot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Arms wide open, words unspoken, the rest is still unwritten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Write me.&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/19294010-116428825925061901?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/116428825925061901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=116428825925061901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116428825925061901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116428825925061901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-perfetclite.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-116404306595369659</id><published>2006-11-21T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T01:21:01.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;-[ &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Post-Exams Blues&lt;/span&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;It s***s when you finished your exams and you are left hanging in the air, when you cant work right now because of your travel plans, when you were so frantically squeezing in the last bit of whatever subject you were studying into your brain prior to the paper, when you have all the time but too many things you wanna accomplished that you end up doing none. Living a day at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Then again, with all the time in the world currently, I tend to think more, maybe too much. Probably to the point that I became unsatisfied with many things, that I realised things should not be this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;It's hard, when things became a habit and you finally realised you can't take it. I can change myself, but I changed others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ever since secondary school days, I've been put through quite a lot till I accepted change as a continual progression of my body and soul. But then I realised that most people around me dont like changes, prefers constants. That's when clashes arise, and to me, I dont like quarrels, so I would most of the time choose to compromise. Without doubt, as time passes, I realised I've lost myself(cliche, ya blah blah) and I dont know what I'm doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But I gotta say there's a limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I've gotta be me.&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/19294010-116404306595369659?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/116404306595369659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=116404306595369659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116404306595369659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116404306595369659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/11/post-exams-blues-it-ss-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-116395419766719473</id><published>2006-11-19T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T23:48:52.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;-[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hmms&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Examinations have finally come to a permernant halt. The only difference from when I finished the last paper two years back when I was sitting for the GCE 'O' Levels, was that i wasn't feeling the uncontrolled happiness and relief from all the stress and restrains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;There probably are some reasons to explain this phenomenon that many of my peers have experienced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Simply/Firstly, back then, even if were to do badly, we know we have the Polytechnics to fall back on no matter what. But right now, it's a band-wagon jumping competition and to make it, you have to jump from this one that you are currently on(Junior College), to the destined one(University for most). It's not easy and if you fail, goodbye. Especially when our batch of students was from the year of large scale baby boom(52000 babies were born in Singapore in 1988). That would mean a larger number of students are in JCs and therefore, more stiff competition for the little space the University has to offer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Either you retake the exams A YEAR LATER, or register to another institution which means it will take another couple of years again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sad to say, we wouldnt get to know how well we really do and what we eventually get in our results slip are relative to how other students across the island had performed in the same GCE 'A' level paper. With all the discrimination of studying ability casted by the authorities, public and the schools, it's hard(not impossible, i must clarify) for neighbourhood schools' students to stand up against "Top-notched" Junior Colleges' students. And the likes of Wee Shu Min, who are well-fed and well-groomed might view my blog(my honour? LoL) and start another round of criticism and backfiring, with the former laughing head over heels our my kitty-kat language skills and my inability to help myself. Oh well, I'm no RJ student, I should just sit and cry. LoL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;An equal platform of competition for everyone? I doubt so. Everyone is different, but we choose to judge them the same way. How good is that a gauge of our abilities and talents? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you fail a math paper, does it make you lousy in math untimately if you can figure out a sudoku quiz in merely ten minutes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;No doubt the government has saw the shortcoming of the system, but the only question is, does it mean the people who already failed the system = sacrificial items?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;How are we supposed to find the standing ground to establish our fighting ground if we do not have cash-flow like that of a never-ending river(Zheng Hu Lao Peh)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is being good in academic equivalent to our strengths in life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Are our test scores reflective of our character? I think not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Are they playing fields large enough to accomodate other sorts of talents and skills in Singapore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Look at America, their students dont reflect the best in International Math and Science quizzes, but they are one of the best in innovations and enterprise? They aren't the ones who spoke perfect English too. Does it really matter? Singapore English very very bad meh? So, why not just ban diaglects from being spoken? LOL NO WE CANT, some people dont want riots and shaken their lightning roots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Currently, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Elites = Academic scores or rich dad's son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Income = everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We people so far down, are rejects. Wow, a few millions rejects with a small proportion in the "mainstream". I wonder what i should be wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;hmmms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I will still dye my hair, find a job, go crazy and live my life to the fullest somehow before my army days. Hopefully, I dont die in army, another place filled with discrimitnation, now against physciall abilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Till I get myresults.&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/19294010-116395419766719473?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/116395419766719473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=116395419766719473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116395419766719473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116395419766719473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/11/hmms-examinations-have-finally-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-116315166404330201</id><published>2006-11-10T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:41:04.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;[ countdown: 7days ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;destination: A new beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;implication: None&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/19294010-116315166404330201?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/116315166404330201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=116315166404330201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116315166404330201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116315166404330201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/11/countdown-7days-destination-new.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-116315153883921830</id><published>2006-11-10T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:38:58.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Get cha sexy out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XUX2W86ydnw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-116315153883921830?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/116315153883921830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=116315153883921830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116315153883921830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116315153883921830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/11/get-cha-sexy-out.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-116162356020050798</id><published>2006-10-24T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T01:41:15.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LAUGH!!!! REALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2aFahNkwG4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2aFahNkwG4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf' flashvars='id=760331&amp;emailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fsg.video.yahoo.com%2Futil%2Fmail%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26p%3Dbored%2Bdriving%26oid%3Dbf6a06bccdfa392c%26rurl%3Dvideo.yahoo.com%26vdone%3Dhttp%253A%252F%252Fsg.video.yahoo.com%252Fvideo%252Fsearch%253Fei%253DUTF-8%2526p%253Dbored%252Bdriving%26b%3D1&amp;imUrl=http%25253A%25252F%25252Fsg.video.yahoo.com%25252Fvideo%25252Fplay%25253F%252526ei%25253DUTF-8%252526oid%25253Dbf6a06bccdfa392c%252526rurl%25253Dvideo.yahoo.com&amp;imTitle=Passenger%252Bseat%252Bdriving&amp;searchUrl=http://sg.video.yahoo.com/video/search?p=&amp;profileUrl=http://sg.video.yahoo.com/video/profile?yid=&amp;creatorValue=a2hvdF9nYXVyYXY%3D&amp;vid=a5acae438616ad4d3318839a931224e2.760331' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='425' height='350'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-116162356020050798?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/116162356020050798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=116162356020050798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116162356020050798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116162356020050798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/10/laugh-really.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-116162119569590784</id><published>2006-10-24T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:33:15.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fibrill of Memories&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;What's up with memories?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Do they give you strength?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;If you think they do, they dont. If you think they dont, you're right, they don't. duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Make no mistakes, draw no more power from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kim Sun Ah said in her role as Kim Samsoon to "stop thinking memories has any power at all. Memories are plainly for reminiscence." When I first heard it, I was so ready to rebuke all of what was said. Taking a few more moments to run the past moments at the back of my head, I came to realised that she, or probably the script writer, is actually right. Although you might still have love for that person from your past relationships, things WILL never work out again as lovers. Anger simmers to a nostalgic scar that hurts like a healing wound. Indulging in past successes lets you sink into a comfort zone heading for hell(quote: LFY). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But I will never choose to hide any of my memories for good. I like memories, happy or sad, exciting or boring. It lets me know, and makes me grow. It makes me feel the pain of yesterday, and prevents the grand fall from ocurring a.much.a.p. However, I'll keep telling myself to never let it get the better of me. It's not easy, but i have to try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;To be frank, I actually prefer sad memories than jovial-er ones. I'm pessimistic about the past, optimistic about the future and unsure of now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Unveil the future. Understand the present. Change your past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Trirony.&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/19294010-116162119569590784?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/116162119569590784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=116162119569590784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116162119569590784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116162119569590784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/10/fibrill-of-memories-whats-up-with_24.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-116161809964687135</id><published>2006-10-23T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T23:41:42.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;[oh sh*t]&lt;/span&gt; I just wanna drown in sex and excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;[oh sh*t]&lt;/span&gt; Shh, you know hear me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;[oh sh*t]&lt;/span&gt; Stop the talking, let's get moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;[oh boy]&lt;/span&gt; Check out your back, yeah watch my tail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;[oh you]&lt;/span&gt; Before you know it, we'll be over.&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/19294010-116161809964687135?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/116161809964687135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=116161809964687135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116161809964687135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/116161809964687135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/10/nostalgia-oh-sht-i-just-wanna-drown-in.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115969782730259054</id><published>2006-10-01T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T18:43:15.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ºº&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ºº&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don is right, I dont know lots of sh*t. "I'm a trendy geek whose making the best out of everything bad because I cant choose." Just one thing to tell Don: You are still young too, dont be too absolute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I dont know everything, i dont think you do. At least, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm here to make a little distinction: With love comes relationship. Yeah, They're undeniably intertwined and inseparable. But some people just try to have one of them unknowningly, relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;True Love is everything, including the aspect relationship. The form that has true mutual concern, true feelings involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;True Relationship is more a cultivated achievement in a love. Where two has true mutual understanding, are without ego, with compromise, is sacrificial and non-conditional, of true maturity, and even the sacred sex. I dont mean these characteristics exist all time, they may seem to fade off, there can be quarrels and disputes, but they will prevail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dont try to put a time frame or sequence to love and relationship, they happen indefinitely and freely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nonetheless, there are people that ignorant to be oblivion to all these and be stubborn still. Today, in Singapore, most relationships are an "a" away from realtionship. It's just not real. Casting doubts onto the one you "love", holding onto your ego, refusing to lift the stern on your face, on and on. This is not love. This is not even relationship. Such terms are often misused by teens, like the terms: Friends, mature, sorry. "I love you" to some is just eight letters with two spaces in between. How insulting and hurting and devastating and agitating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;No! It is all of me when I mean really, really mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love is not only about the two person involved, it is not only about you, it is not only about him/her. It's about everyone you come into contact with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dont jump into a "relationship" when you arent ready, when you dont love him/her truthfully, when you still think yo'u are the more important. Dont fall in "love" if all you want is to receive concern and care from the other party. Dont fall in "love" if all you want is sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Be responsible, as a human enough who doesnt one to hurt the other party. You dont have to understand love first, you have to be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-115969782730259054?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115969782730259054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115969782730259054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115969782730259054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115969782730259054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-and-relationship-don-is-right-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115969452877130025</id><published>2006-10-01T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T17:22:08.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;PeiLi's Shuaiges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;yeah, peili likes gays. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8p269Rp3qxA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-115969452877130025?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115969452877130025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115969452877130025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115969452877130025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115969452877130025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/10/peilis-shuaiges-yeah-peili-likes-gays.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115969346744664374</id><published>2006-10-01T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T17:04:27.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beautiful Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-reminds me why I am alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hurt: Feel the gist of all of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHFSXNmC2ok" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Moulin Rouge: Moulin Huge to be exact, with Mayo and Big Kim and plus plus. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jpygfL2CJA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Deja Vu: Release the sensual fun and the sexual fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQtid7l6uHc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ring the alarm: Sound the siren of truth and goodbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4UU5LCDo3_8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-115969346744664374?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115969346744664374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115969346744664374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115969346744664374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115969346744664374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/10/beautiful-music-reminds-me-why-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115657607135176910</id><published>2006-08-26T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T15:07:51.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-[ Great Love, Great Speed, Bad Ending ]-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should love be fast, furious and hot or should it be slow, steady and constant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder. I think about how some people could have such intensed love and still be sad while some has a simple love and still be sad too. Then again, such questions reap no reward because they are too many other contributing factors that I cant possibly cover everyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how some people "get over" a lost love in three days while some people takes months or even years to get use to the pain(note: get use to, not recover.). When i said "get over", i mean getting involved in a new relationship. For me, a new relationship is no substitute, and i dont wish to hurt anyone. If I wanna be with someone, it would meant that i want to commit and treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just cant seem to understand why some people can be in "love" so soon again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'm rather sure of: Happy people on stage arent happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-115657607135176910?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115657607135176910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115657607135176910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115657607135176910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115657607135176910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/08/great-love-great-speed-bad-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115657557306670748</id><published>2006-08-26T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T14:59:33.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-[ One word : Hot]-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JvUblNrdmRw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mSqo4T34mjs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-115657557306670748?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115657557306670748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115657557306670748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115657557306670748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115657557306670748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-word-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115597210223869575</id><published>2006-08-19T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T15:24:23.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;great time of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My pc is down, my dsl modem bid farewell to me. I'm isolated from the world. I'm alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Then again, this is the best time for the internet to break down. The exams are coming and i'm very prone to keep it online while i'm "doing my work". Okay apparently i'm not focusing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The exams are drawing so near, i feel the tremendous stress. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;jia you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Anyway, some people have come up to me and asked some bizarre questions, "eh, you broke up arh?'' Sounds strange to me too, i guess my entries are too misleading. Well basically, instead of venting my anger on someone and hurting him/her/them, i choose to vent in out on "anonmylous" and i could end up feeling alright without someone down. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The sad stuff online, just enjoy the poetry or ignore t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;his blog&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19294010-115597210223869575?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115597210223869575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115597210223869575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115597210223869575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115597210223869575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/08/great-time-of-year-my-pc-is-down-my.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115555835670006049</id><published>2006-08-14T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:25:56.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today Nicholas presented me a miracle and keith bestowed me assistance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I wanna thank the both of them.&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/19294010-115555835670006049?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115555835670006049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115555835670006049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115555835670006049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115555835670006049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/08/thanks-today-nicholas-presented-me.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115555822118008816</id><published>2006-08-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:28:32.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Exhausted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;You gotta respect me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;You gotta understand me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I am no one else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Treat me like a decent love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I've got emotions, and my limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;You arent suppose to be wielding knives,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;stabbing them one by one and slowly into the depths of weakness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;The delusions of fault confuses and exhausts me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Told you once too many times, distinctions arent important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;but baby, ooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I feel underappreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm just one poor soul, holding on to a little faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hold it on for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;For I fear my soul is weak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;and the wound is deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;The hand's getting loose because I lost too much life fluid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Too many priorities, you gotta made a decision whether u want me at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;It isnt fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;No, not to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hold on to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;or let me know you are letting go. =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I thought love was selfish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I didnt know it was selfish towards each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Something simple complicates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I cry.&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/19294010-115555822118008816?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115555822118008816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115555822118008816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115555822118008816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115555822118008816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/08/exhausted-you-gotta-respect-me.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115514886986210244</id><published>2006-08-10T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T02:41:10.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I got trouble&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-mJw9Vesrc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've got trouble, trouble, trouble&lt;br /&gt;Always knockin' at my door&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a whole lot of touble, baby&lt;br /&gt;Just like a kid in a candy store&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm nothing but trouble, babe&lt;br /&gt;Now since the day that I was born&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm as good as it ever gets&lt;br /&gt;Give you something you won't forget&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna spell trouble, babe&lt;br /&gt;Well, send out an S.O.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby's got something,&lt;br /&gt;Something you just can't ignore&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, it sure is likely, babe&lt;br /&gt;You'll keep on comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a wicked taste for trouble&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never, never, satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm a whole lot of trouble, baby&lt;br /&gt;And my evil ways can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been itching for some trouble, babe&lt;br /&gt;Every single day that I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby, come on darling&lt;br /&gt;Come on sugar, ooh, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Hey, woo, whoa, said&lt;br /&gt;Now listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see the way I move&lt;br /&gt;Can't you read it in my hips&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot that's going on&lt;br /&gt;In my pocket full of tricks&lt;br /&gt;Got some secrets up my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;If you know just what I mean&lt;br /&gt;Got places you've never been&lt;br /&gt;Take you out of your skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm trouble, trouble, trouble, baby&lt;br /&gt;Always knocking at my door, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a whole lotta, lotta touble, babe&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, since the day that I was born&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-115514886986210244?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115514886986210244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115514886986210244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115514886986210244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115514886986210244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-got-trouble-ive-got-trouble-trouble.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115514553067389648</id><published>2006-08-10T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:45:30.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Artic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yup, It's so hot, I feel so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this feeling inside me, thats rampaging yet misleading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having only my boxers on because the humidity's getting on me. Slipped on my jacket, because the cool of the air condition is freezing me. Zipped up, then zipped down cause I began sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how much a paradox, how much my life.&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/19294010-115514553067389648?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115514553067389648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115514553067389648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115514553067389648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115514553067389648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/08/artic-desert-yup-its-so-hot-i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115514336882089834</id><published>2006-08-10T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:09:28.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;definitely not in the best of moods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;]-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Im not smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want a quarrel, so i kept my piece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Just a little afraid, cause the sky's really bleak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&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/19294010-115514336882089834?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115514336882089834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115514336882089834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115514336882089834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115514336882089834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/08/definitely-not-in-best-of-moods-im-not_10.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115502096173897689</id><published>2006-08-08T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T15:09:21.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;-[ &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ouchs&lt;/span&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/Image(1037).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/400/Image%281037%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yes it hurts, and badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I thought it was recovering, but it deterioated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I started having persistent backaches since around March last year, resorted to Panadol Extend to curb the pain because i thought i merely had insufficient rest and stayed up too late too often. But i stop taking after a few weeks, dont like dependency on medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Gradually, the pain didnt seemed to be affecting me, or maybe I already got used to the pain. I also started realising I couldnt stand/walk for long hours (shopping), I dismissed the thought of any serious implications as I believed I was just tired. Peili, remember I always say I needed to sit down cause my legs are aching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and it's always my right leg. Started noticing the pain more evidently this year (this two months) when I wake up, sit down, stand up, lie down with sore muscles in my right leg. Kept complaining to the people around me and getting very frustrated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Finally went to ask my father for help, he knew a thing or two about the body and how blood vessels meander around your body and remedies to cure. He told me the condition was rather severe and I probably fell down or got hit at my lower right side of back. The above image was taken after one of the treatment I went through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I was starting to feel better already but somehow the pain started intensifying this week. I feel the pain on both my shoulders, upper left of my back, lower back and whole of my right leg. So much so that I couldnt concentrate on studies. Panadol extend again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;The price, I cant get myself to sleep. Must squeeze some time to see a doctor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;A levels are coming, please not now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&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/19294010-115502096173897689?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115502096173897689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115502096173897689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115502096173897689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115502096173897689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/08/ouchs-yes-it-hurts-and-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115483762129048884</id><published>2006-08-06T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T12:13:41.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-[ &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BBI&lt;/span&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Somehow BBI.loveyou reads like "baby I love you", and that is reflectory of my inner voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love BBI. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had a bbq last night around Serene's house, the venuw which is like within a few hundren metres from my house. The purpose was to celebrate Serene(6Aug) and Shuzhen(7Aug) turning 18. It's been long since all of us can make it, all of BBI original members. Of course not to forget, Louie-ssss and Wendy and JJ. Of which it's the second im meeting Wendy since 2001, didnt had too good an impression bad then(two evil mouths at loggerhead then.) It's all changed now, she's a str8-forward person who is kind at heart and generous in giving. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was not all fun, fun, fun during the BBQ, we had our share of emotional moments. Shalln't elaborate, most prob my fault. The round table talk after the sparkling juice was the most entertaining, where we spill out our past "sins" and other experiences(Customer Service!). =) Anyway. attempting to send everyone home was the most fun part of everything, it seemed we werent too keen to part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pranwnster was afraid to go home alone! We asked him to board the last 143, then he goes on to ask if other buses, "cannot take meh?". LOL, then i said, "If you see other buses, better~~ dont~~ take~~ hor~~~. If the driver smiles at you, jump off the bus hor~~." Then he started attempting to walk to the busstop and then turned back to rush us to go home, so that we could send him off. LoL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;(ffw)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-[&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; ShiQi&lt;/span&gt; ]-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Shiqi, abZhen and I proceed to send off wendy, while Jieying deals with the other group at her house. Afterwhich, the three of us walked abZ home. It was most enjoyable, being able to talk without having any need to put on a facade. When she's home safely, I took a walk with SQ back home. We live like 100m apart?, meaning he's more or less at my window if not for the trees, you want a much clearer picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Starting talking about the past: the old neighbourhood, our time together and the old friends. Okay, we were pretty much interested in science since young and there were many, many Pong Pong trees (know that they are about 4-6 stories tall each)in our neighbourhood. Apparently we tried to pollinate the flowers of Pong Pong. No we didnt climb the tress and rub the pollens grains onto the stigma(&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Plant sex&lt;/span&gt;, if you dont know what we're doing). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Basically, We picked up flowers freshly fallen from the trees and used twigs or tweezers to rub the pollens onto the t the stigma. If you dont know how stupid is that, it's like making the fish on your dinner table swim. I dont know what we did with the "fertilised" flowers(whether we brought it home to wait for the Pong Pong fruits to be bore or whether we &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;planted the flowers in the soil&lt;/span&gt; again. hahas!!!), but I think watching the dead flowers die is quite a sad sight and would be devastating to the young hearts. =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh well, still remember those times whether he, Weibin and I used to cycle all around the neighbourhood. Things have changed. =) Still remember those little Science booklets(my elder bro's) I used to read and lend shiqi to read and then the two of us will do experiments like playing with batteries, metal objects and wires at attempts to light the bulb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Those were the times Willy was still ignorant and niave, but having the purest enjoyment. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Skips the sad stuff*&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/19294010-115483762129048884?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115483762129048884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115483762129048884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115483762129048884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115483762129048884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/08/bbi-somehow-bbi.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115435243343388679</id><published>2006-07-31T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:35:41.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;-[ &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I fear 14 out of the 66 things in the list&lt;/span&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Think most of them I just need a little more time in adjusting to adapt to it. -)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;[x] the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(The unseen cause fear during anticipation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] staying single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] getting married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] being a parent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;[x] giving birth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(Guy giving birth is scary still)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] being myself in front of others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] open spaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] closed spaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ]spiders and/or other insects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] driving or being in cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] being put to sleep (anesthesia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] flowers or other plants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] being touched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;[x] water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(Some inherent fear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] pools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] germs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] thunder/lightning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] frogs/toads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] mice/rats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] jumping from high places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;[x] cemeteries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(I mean, no one really likes the spookiness you face there right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] clowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] large crowds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] demons or evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] crossing bridges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;[x] Hell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(Erm. Duh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;[x] being robbed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(Erm.. DUH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;[x] being sexually assulted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(Assulted dont get rape can le. Guy-raped. Yah, you get the drift.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] having great responsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] doctors, including dentists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;[x] tornadoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(Like them only from far)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;[x] hurricanes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(Like them only from far)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;[x] being punished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; ( I'll love this unless I'm into S&amp;amp;M like my cousin? LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;[x] diseases, including cancer and STD's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(DUH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] snakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] sharks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] dinosaurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] Friday the 13th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] poverty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[x] ghosts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] trains or railroads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;[x] fear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(I fear FEAR, sounds cool hor.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] being alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] losing my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] being blind to things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;[x] being deaf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(Cant live without listening to beautiful voices talking, singing to me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] growing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ ] being murdered in my sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Just dont let me feel the pain&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; can le loh)&lt;/span&gt;&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/19294010-115435243343388679?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115435243343388679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115435243343388679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115435243343388679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115435243343388679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-fear-14-out-of-66-things-in-list.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115435158541119353</id><published>2006-07-31T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:38:05.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-[ &lt;/span&gt;Double-U-Hedge, Double-U-Hedge-Wai-Wai &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Lalalalalla~ =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Having a total assortment of thoughts man, but at least my mood's been settled and i've sorted out my emotions much better le. Still my fuse is still rather short. =) Sorry for those who have to put up with my tantrums, it wasn't something I would have wished for and I'm certainly trying to better cope with mood fluctuations. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Let me spend a little more time on this entry. ( Recently the posts may seemed much shorter and radical than in the past but it's because erm, there are dirty little secrets that you hide in your life but I choose to bring it up to a platform where more or rather concerned party can get to be informed of how I'm appreciating the situations.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I know I have to depend more on myself now. It's not something bad actually. Everyone's different, so we cant expect every relationship to be the same. This period I would like to thank some people who are still in my life helping me, even in the very small ways: 05S19(YJ, Mitches-Kent), Dae ma, Deric, HH and many more whom I failed to name here. =) You may not know that by just being a friend, you are helping me a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anyway last Saturday, I went to town with Yong Kian and Kent. Ehs, nothing much to do, so just walked around. We ended up taking tours in supermarts at the basement of Paragon and Ngee Ang City.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Goumet Hunt&lt;/span&gt;!! Did saw quite a spread of delicious food items and beverage, but I never bought anything, cause it still feels slightly weird to be carrying grocery from town to home? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Oh, there was a Wine "road show" in Paragon's basement, then the friendly salesaunts started pouring us generous amount of wine. Woot! We drank and got drunk, okay we didnt. Kent bought a bottle of sparkling wine, and one of the aunt gave us a sample bottle, say business not good, then ask the three of us go finish it up. LOL. How cool~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Oh did I mention, we stole and ate very expensive and tasty champangne Grapes, that costs &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;more than&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;50cents per grape!!!&lt;/span&gt; Very ex. Then so happens that it's very easy to do steal a bite, hehehehe, being little devils as we are... It was quite refreshing, really good grapes. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;hmm.. I wont let the negativity sink in, at least for you. I must stay strong. I must be strong willed for my studies. I'm very happy that the syllabus is finally over! Can focus on revisions and not homework. Yeah!! ( Yup, there are actually silly people who are so happy when exams are reeling in fast.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Life is good, I still believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Friend proves my point. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&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/19294010-115435158541119353?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115428215684775557</id><published>2006-07-31T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T02:06:45.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;-[ Fullstop&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; ]-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Every finger in the room is pointing at me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spit in their faces&lt;br /&gt;Then I get afraid what that could bring&lt;br /&gt;I got a bowling ball in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;I got a desert in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets&lt;br /&gt;I've been raising up my hands&lt;br /&gt;Drive another nail in&lt;br /&gt;Just what God needs&lt;br /&gt;One more victim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why do we crucify ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Every day I crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;And nothing I do is good enough for you&lt;br /&gt;Crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;Every day I crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is sick of being in chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Got a kick for a dog beggin' for love&lt;br /&gt;I gotta have my suffering&lt;br /&gt;So that I can have my cross&lt;br /&gt;I know a cat named Easter&lt;br /&gt;He says will you ever learn&lt;br /&gt;You're just an empty cage girl if you kill the bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets&lt;br /&gt;I've been raising up my hands&lt;br /&gt;Drive another nail in&lt;br /&gt;Got enough guilt to start&lt;br /&gt;My own religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why do we crucify ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Every day I crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;And nothing I do is good enough for you&lt;br /&gt;Crucify myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is sick of being in chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Please be&lt;br /&gt;Save me&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Where are those angels&lt;br /&gt;When you need them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why do we crucify ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Every day I crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;And nothing I do is good enough for you&lt;br /&gt;Crucify myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is sick of being in chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why do we ...&lt;br /&gt;... chains ...&lt;br /&gt;Crucify ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Everyday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Never going back again&lt;br /&gt;Crucify myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never going back again to&lt;br /&gt;Crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I crucify myself.&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/19294010-115428215684775557?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115428215684775557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;erm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;below are disorganised organisation of thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dont dwell too much, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Need to kill someone, why not my blog?&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/19294010-115426580393258069?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115426580393258069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115426580393258069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115426580393258069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115426580393258069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/07/erm.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115426557470087501</id><published>2006-07-30T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:19:34.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-[ &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Deep Within&lt;/span&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I would let love lead the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;if not for my own instincts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Something is wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;and I know you are running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;From me, because you are running &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;like an angel away from the devils behind her constantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Oh there's a slight difference between love and relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I dont need the distinction made clear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I just wished for you to realised it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;If I've done you wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I should feel guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;But it's not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;If I've hurt you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I am really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I dont mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;But there are some things in myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;that's radiating seriously from deep within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I only know I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;And hope you face yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nice song hor!!&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/19294010-115426557470087501?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115426557470087501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115426557470087501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115426557470087501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115426557470087501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/07/deep-within-i-would-let-love-lead-way.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115426441721842084</id><published>2006-07-30T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:00:17.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-[ Making someone happy ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy Shi Qi 547 Itchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-115426441721842084?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115426441721842084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115426441721842084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115426441721842084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115426441721842084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/07/making-someone-happy-shi-qi-547-itchy.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115426392437141461</id><published>2006-07-30T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T20:52:04.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-[ &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just you&lt;/span&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Just the thought of being close to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Its incomparable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I should be happy with the life I live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;And the things I do, seems like I have it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Can't make you, make you love me baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;It's my life, what can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Can't make you love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm just a boy with a crush on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Can't make you love me: BJS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I dont need mountains of gold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I dont need a million years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You know what I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I dont need apologies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if you cant hold my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I dont want words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if meaning it is not your style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm not rejected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm just dejected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm just dwelling in the lies you made to yourself.&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/19294010-115426392437141461?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115426392437141461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115426392437141461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115426392437141461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115426392437141461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-you-just-thought-of-being-close.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115426426637292478</id><published>2006-07-30T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T20:57:46.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sorry for the lack of regular postings despites some of your reminders, peeps. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Was caught up with some mentally bogging stuff. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Updates would be still be less frequent, I reckon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Study pace gotta pick up and I gotta study harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Lesser time for everything else, lesser focus for everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;More energy on studies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;but no less importance of everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I must make it.&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/19294010-115426426637292478?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115426426637292478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115426426637292478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115426426637292478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115426426637292478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/07/updates-sorry-for-lack-of-regular.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115426248758037035</id><published>2006-07-30T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T20:28:07.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;-[ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ravaged Beast&lt;/span&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is just my animal instinct, not my hallucinations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Saturday something has happened to me,&lt;br /&gt;As I was having my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I was feeling depressed,&lt;br /&gt;I was utterly and totally stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you made me cry?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you made me die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing that gets to me ,&lt;br /&gt;Is you'll never really see.&lt;br /&gt;And the thing that freaks me out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is I'll always be in doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a lovely thing that we have.&lt;br /&gt;It is a lovely thing that we.&lt;br /&gt;It is a lovely thing, the animal,&lt;br /&gt;The animal instinct .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take my hands and come with me,&lt;br /&gt;We will change reality.&lt;br /&gt;So take my hands and we will pray.&lt;br /&gt;They won't take you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will never make me cry, no.&lt;br /&gt;They will never make me die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing that gets to me,&lt;br /&gt;Is you'll never really see.&lt;br /&gt;And the thing that freaks me out,&lt;br /&gt;Is I'll always be in doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the animal instinct in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19294010-115426248758037035?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115426248758037035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115426248758037035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115426248758037035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115426248758037035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/07/ravaged-beast-this-is-just-my-animal.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115354344643790810</id><published>2006-07-22T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T12:56:43.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;-[ &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Oops&lt;/span&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's been quite some time since I really spend time to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Really sorry because I was spending a lot of time running around and studying. Just didnt have the time to sit down and type type type. Sorry.=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The study stress is feeling me now. Teachers have spoken about their expectations explicitly. Browsing through the result slip that I just got today, all four subject tutors have but one thing to voice out, "He has great potential to do well and is currently underperforming."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jia You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A$$20 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/U&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh yah someone from A$$20 sorta apologised and hope I can get over the matter. No worries to her, I say. You owe no one no apologies. Just have fun!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was rather funny instead- to receive an apology for bitching others. Oh well, she meant well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's great to see you really starting to get more independent, and remember I'll be here for you. And yah, you can only call me when you have problems and no one to look for. LOL! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just joking! you are indeed getting more and more busy. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Remember to study hard, okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;GeneraL &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/U&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This past month has been rather wonderful actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Exams and deadlines are forcing near, so it's time to put things aside for a moment and work hard! But I wouldnt let things shallow. Gotta have perseverence and love. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19294010-115354344643790810?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115354344643790810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115354344643790810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115354344643790810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115354344643790810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/07/oops-its-been-quite-some-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115342364324431612</id><published>2006-07-21T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T03:33:12.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;babyless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This marks one day without your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh how I miss you so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;how you voice will change everything I'm feeling right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh how I wished I could tell you I love you right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and let you know I'll be alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;WeiJun is growing strong.&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/19294010-115342364324431612?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115342364324431612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115342364324431612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115342364324431612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115342364324431612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/07/babyless-time-check.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115219062551452387</id><published>2006-07-06T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T14:04:22.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-[ B*tch Out ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had an half hour break at 10.30 following a whole stretch of lectures and tutorials, I was feeling veh hungry and there were no seats. Dumb people are occupying the seats like dogs who pee on their territory, placing bags all around. And if there were eating, I'd have jolly well shut up and not blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ****tards were chatting away, flipping at notes. Not one but rather, quite a few groups. I mean, there's nothing wrong with studying in the canteen but surely you arent that ignorant that a lot of people are having break during that period (i.e if you have eyes) and some only have one pathetic break (i.e. if you have friends from other classes), and yet you are happily seating on a 8-seaters bench with three, four friends smiling away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a stupid school canteen, not a cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed enough to pack my breakfast and have it somewhere near my next lecture and having to gobble down the food in mere 5 minutes, and I still have to deal with more stupid people. I had a hunch things arent going to get well with seatings but i decided to shut my trap and watch the situation in the lecture theatre. As always, we werent the first in the lecture, in fact the last few to enter. I noticed that my class is only occupying one full row of a bloc of the hall and there are left with about 3/4 of the row in front empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to have about at least 2.5 rows of seats of a bloc. Oh well, we're always bullied. I walked in first and move up to next to some girls from A$$20 and put my butt down. And all the b*tches in front and next to me and ,"Wei, HEy Wei!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fkucing pissed to make any comments and just stood up, swing my bag and moved out of the row to join another class to sit with them. Darn pissed! Hello, My class only has one row now if u are still so fkucing blind and getting me off my seat. They even bossed my friend off and left about 5 seats empty. I thought they had classmates coming to join them, so I kept my piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to realised, it's just that the b*tches had wanted to move up and sit with her fellow b*tches. I heard from a friend that after we cleared the seats and the b*tche asked SzeH to move up, SzeH grumbled loudly, "I dont want to sit liao."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try to sense my blood boiling. Lucky I was too tired to even make a comment right then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, fkuc the ex councillors.&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy called Su sian, a councillor, and he was sleeping in one of the math lecture. The lecturer saw it, called his name politely and all he did was not giving a sh*t about what she said and just rest his head on his hand and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO. I'm not saying I dont sleep in lecture. But at least when the lecturer wakes you up, you sit up with shame and at least pretend to be paying attention. It's about courtesy. Moreover, you are a SC. Aren't you supposed to be a little more exemplary and should be able to command my respect? Not that you cant make mistakes, just that I'm a little biased over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see why I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood was darn bad as you see, it's because I'm veh tired. But heng I met ming today, woo, it was surprising and I'm veh happy. Wee.=D You totally changed my mood, man. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what I did above is regarded as K@oBeh(KB) by mitches. And why I KB so much about trivial stuff when I do such irritating stuff also may seemed a little contradictory, but hey, this is what KB is about. You wanna b*tch about something, you must outdo others. Be unreasonable and have a whole bunch of mitches standing by you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shut up and nod.&lt;br /&gt;or just shut up.&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/19294010-115219062551452387?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115219062551452387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115219062551452387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115219062551452387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115219062551452387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/07/btch-out-today-i-had-half-hour-break.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115218360364159506</id><published>2006-07-06T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T14:06:51.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Common Test 2 was held during the last week of June Holidays for my school. Did try to study, although haven't really put much heart into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Just as what Miss Lang started to comment, "Willy Beh...." And I know what she was going to say and quickly replied, "orh, okokokokok..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Knowing that I understood-ed her, she still continued with increased volume, "You are under-performing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yup. I am. To my own standard. But to my subject tutors, under-performing was with respect to my O' Levels results. 8 points for L1R5 and still choose @@, of course I'll be expected to be like topping the class or the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Blah.. I'm not that ambitious. I am not the best, but I'll seek to do my best. I dont dare to put in ALL of my effort now too, I'm afriad history would repeat itself. I worked too hard for my 'O' Prelims and thus for O's I dont know, I didnt do as well as I expected it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh wells, A levels is my ultimate goal. I'm so sick of such syllabuses, where you have to study everything and sit for one-three papers at the end of it all. It's just so stupid. Wanna move on to the tertiary education style where you sit for modules/courses by itself and you dont have to continue to mug at them altogether for your final paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;My grades this time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;GP:54.5/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Maths:53/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Physics:52.5/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Chemistry:70/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I know it really seemed like dirty-raggy results but hey, hmm, I'll work harder. It wouldnt be taken into consideration for my final A' Levels or prelims scores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Final target: A,A,B(A hopefully),A2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Go Willy!!&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/19294010-115218360364159506?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115218360364159506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115218360364159506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115218360364159506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115218360364159506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/07/results-common-test-2-was-held-during.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115176945363102805</id><published>2006-07-01T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:57:33.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-[ If one day 1.1 ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Just two more person I would like to add on to the previous list on -[ If One Day ]-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Daniel(Ze Lun) would prolly miss me a little for my rantings and me going up to him with my doubts and questions. Or maybe im a bother and a pain in the ass? hahaha.. Maybe he would miss me a little for my sarcasm which involves concern. I dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;YuZheng would probably miss me a little for the swimming weekends. YuZheng would probably miss a little of the times we had great meals and the times we poke fun at each other. He might miss me a little for my stupid biological/science questions i ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;05S19 would probably miss me a little for my mean-ess. Nah.. i think i would miss 05s19 more instead.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Feeling a little all too emotional.. Might end up in a daze while crossing the street then kena bang down by a car then really die. Oh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm not okay.&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/19294010-115176945363102805?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115176945363102805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115176945363102805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115176945363102805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115176945363102805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-one-day-1.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115169530298595522</id><published>2006-07-01T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T04:51:39.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;-[ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;If one day..&lt;/span&gt; ]-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simplified-truth.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Peili &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;asked me to do something similar to her entry on 01/07/2006.&lt;br /&gt;Yup true, certainly thought about my life going a little wild, a little wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But the list of "what ifs" just runs on, I just wanna highlight two here.&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind that whatever I talked about here are in no order or importance, ranking or so to say.&lt;br /&gt;I have deliberately messed up the way names(and the messages) are listed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This post, only one purpose:&lt;br /&gt;Just in case, I'm gone for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;If one day..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I went missing on purpose&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you find me?&lt;br /&gt;Keep ringing up my cellphone or my domestic phone?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who I would turn to?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where I would run to?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you just pray for a miracle?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of the time, a normal-non-scheming person runs away to hide for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;=/To have a little time being alone.&lt;br /&gt;=/To be found by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;If one day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; I were to die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What would be your first reaction?&lt;br /&gt;Would you say, "What a pity!" or "I cant believe it."?&lt;br /&gt;What would you miss about me?&lt;br /&gt;My stupid jokes, my sarcasm, my blog?&lt;br /&gt;My concern for you?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you still hate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Beans International (BBI) would probably feel all too lost for the noisy and stupid Willy isn't there anymore. Probably misses his ridiculous jokes and veryveryvery mean comments on every friend/stranger. Shiqi would probably miss me a little for my listening ear i've lent him before. Lester probably miss me for being mean to him. Shuzhen might miss the curse of Alexandra taking its toil on us and all the giggles we shared, and for being my longest friend(From when I was 5). Yuhui would probably cherish the lamest jokes we cracked and for the comfort we gave each other. Serene would probably miss me for being irritating and wishing someone to get on her nerves. Jie ying probably would miss the times when we laughed over stupid stuff and times when I help her carry stuff. Eileen would prolly miss me, would she? She would, we are friends. BBI prolly would come together and cry for a while and talk about the times we shared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm so sorry, keep BBI going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yixin would probably feel a little lonely on some nights when there's nothing much to do and a game of hexic might come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;Probably a little lost when an examinations come along, and Willy isn't there to mug with her and to bug her with his stress.&lt;br /&gt;Probably a little sad whenever she steps into an arcade centre standing next to a Pop'n'Music machine and reminiscing the times we scheme others away, the times we laugh till we cant hit the buttons.&lt;br /&gt;Probably a little hate when I am not there when she wants to scheme an evil plan to escape.&lt;br /&gt;Probably miss me for the times we shop for presents and assert our creativity in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Probably a little of the times we shared our food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm sorry for being so selfish and left first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peili would probably miss me just a tiny bit for the times we went out and went crazy, the long phone calls we shared, the closest we enjoyed. She would probably miss me most for my listening ear and me sharing my personal stuff. She would probably sign into my blog and do some stuff bah. (Go ahead, you have my permission) I'm so sorry for causing you so much pain again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;JunMing would prolly miss me a little bit for the care we gave each other. Probably a little for the period of time when nights were never lonely and cold, I'm sorry to leave first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ken would probably continue missing me. So sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Weilin would probably miss the times we travel to school together and laugh over the stupid-ess stuff. And when we critique other people. Probably the times we eat garlic bread together. Probably the times we spy at my deardear. Probably the most embarrassing acts we commited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;OG14 would probably missed my stupidity and my trademark pose. Probably also the unitedness we all once shared. Probably the laughters we always have had. Thanks OG14, esp Jacq, Calista, Andrew, Kelvin, Sherylynn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Mitches would probably recall me for me "coldness" and stupid stupid jokes. Probably the tears we shared because of jokes. Probably the role play and drama mamas we all played together.Kent would probably a little miss me for my sarcasm most dearly. Probably also some of the goodnight messages and motivation and help we gave each other in times of adversities and doubt. Probably a little of the times we sipped coffee and talked about everything personal and hypothetical. Forgive my evilness and thank you for accepting me the way I am. JieSheng probably would miss me for the times we are having drama class. Cheng probably miss me for my sarcasm and rudeness and the times we studied together with Kenty Panty. Tong would probably miss me for sms him sometimes when... Thomas probably miss me for the times when we "attituded" together and when we shared genuine/honest comments and stories with each other.Nicholas probably hope a little that I am still there to poke fun at him and just talk talk talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiting would prolly miss a little for the times we share our problems and when I depended on her for her help. She would probably miss a glimpse of the times we danced together, the time we laughed together. Probably also the times when I teased and bully her. =) I'm so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Alicia would probably miss me for the evil poking at each other. Probably she would be so inbalanced when yang is gone. BWI and A&amp;amp;W would be gone. Darkness would probably prevail. I'm sorry I'm not always there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;KaiLin would probably miss the times when we are in 05S71. Probably our PCME gang. Probably the times we just laughed until we cant move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;So many probably i used.. why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Im not sure whether I'm good to you at the slightest degree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;and Am I worth your time and memory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Not really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;So, please move on with hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Oh right, I must wait till my note book is done. I'm having personal letters addressed to people close to me. We'll see. And I didnt mention everyone who touched me in the slightest way or moved me deeply because it's just so impossible. I do love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;With love.&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/19294010-115169530298595522?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115169530298595522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115169530298595522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115169530298595522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115169530298595522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115140637745131802</id><published>2006-06-27T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T03:23:11.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-[ &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Slow Down Baby&lt;/span&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm moving too fast, moving too blindly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gotta keep my head cool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;watch where i'm going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont wanna be just part of the fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beautiful things do last a lil' longer than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fantasy can be a reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Reality can be beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;With hope, I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby, live in me.&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/19294010-115140637745131802?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115140637745131802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115140637745131802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115140637745131802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115140637745131802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/06/slow-down-baby-im-moving-too-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115121636444921606</id><published>2006-06-25T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T14:19:24.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aint No Other Man, But Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hey peeps, i'm back to basics.&lt;br /&gt;Back is Christina, and my love for her lives on.&lt;br /&gt;God. Just see for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;How can one not love her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Oh right, die if you dont. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lose yourself with me as she sings live in MTV MOVIE AWARDS 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jyI5c8thYc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Her Show-stopping video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rn-bSrJiMQM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Go Slow Baby&lt;br /&gt;in Slow Down Baby(just the song, not a video frankly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWIEpzC9LTg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Back To Basics will hit stores August 18th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I gotta skip meals and other indulgence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so broke now.&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/19294010-115121636444921606?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115121636444921606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115121636444921606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115121636444921606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115121636444921606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/06/aint-no-other-man-but-me.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115113510867401941</id><published>2006-06-24T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T17:26:14.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;-[ Pretty Normal People ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/Image%28800%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;The blinding lights shines on me and blinds our visions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;But most importantly, it makes you think we're pretty normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yes, we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;But not times like these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;And oh, we had such fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/Image%28758%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;First up, we have the Ruhua's head-in-stockings impersonation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Such great resemblence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Maybe, she is ruhua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/Image%28759%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh, I tried so hard and only to appear conceited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Haha, i look like a mutant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Welcome the new X-men!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/Image%28768%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A Mutant shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ah dai and ah gong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/Image%28777%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh, When I'm so normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/Image%28774%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Guess im not much better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/Image%28779%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Finale!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-115113510867401941?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115113510867401941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115113510867401941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115113510867401941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115113510867401941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/06/pretty-normal-people-blinding-lights.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115063097570101074</id><published>2006-06-18T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T19:44:50.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;My Passion Card &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;]-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I love to dance. Since young bah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hahahhaah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Okay.. tell u somthing, I was from Chinese Dance in my primary school days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;From p2-5 bah.. That's the maximum allowed career in my school, p1 cannot dance, p6 = PSLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hmm. I was not exceptionall good looking or adept in the dance but the dance coach( Miss Yeo, i think so.. Wrong arh?) seemed to like me quite a lot. She likes to put in the middle where all the limelight is in most/all of the dances. (wahahah!!) There are some moves then when i grew older i cant do, like the hula hoop and the cartwheel. But she still puts me in the middle mostly together with shuwen(Miss Yang). (wAHAHAahaAha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The warm-ups are the most interesting part actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;CCDDZ: a repetitive set of back muscles and thigh muscle stretching and flexibility training. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh by the way, There's background music to train your response to the rhythm. First, start of with you lying on the face down on the ground with your hands by the side like u are doing push ups. Then start by arching up your upper body up as far back as possible with your arms straightened making an alphabet "C". Hold the position till you-know-when(you listen the music so many times, you just know when) and you will recover to the first face-down position. This is repeated twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then comes the interesting one. This time, you arch your upper body like making a C again. Next, bent your lower-leg(??dont know how to term this part of the body) upwards in an attempt to touch your head. No. it's not dirty. I CAN TOUCH, YOU KNOW? But that's history lah.. haha.. cant do it since Seconday 3 le. No it's no over.. u have to hold it there for about 10seconds of the music. Then put it back down, lying flat with hands by the side.. Super shiok. Repeat this action twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Last. omg!! you cant believe how we make a "Z". It's unbelievable!! I dont even believe it myself!. Because it's really, really challenging and tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Behold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Once the music cues, you crunch up into a little ball, making a "Z". LOL.. HOW ELSE? It's supposed to be a relaxation exercise. LoL.. Weeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sleekness Training: This goes with another piece of exercise and you get to stretch your hands and train up your sleekness in execution of actions. There are like punches and stances you do with yourself kneeling down, butt sitting down. Although strength is involved, it's more about controlling the strength to execute it at the precise time and at the same time, exhibit gracefulness. Woo! sounds gay. hahahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;There are some more warm up exercises but i forgot about them le. yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After the warm-ups would be the choreography le loh, the students dont get much say in actually choreographing the moves but if you have opinions/difficulty, the coach is more than willing to assist you to adapt or alter the move. It was really fun. You get to see how her mind gets the whole pictures, get us the cue to get out of the curtains, into the curtains, down from a pyramid(human pyramid, up on two person thigh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;She taught me all my basics and got my body ready loh. There's one funny incident I can never forget, we were participating in SYF. I forgot how old I was. Interesting thing is im not nervous? hahaha.. dont know why. Anyway, we were backstage and we're up next. The team behind us kept pestering us to see which school we're from. We just refused to say loh, a bit cocky lah we, we just find no point, cause they were quite proud of themselves. Then when they heard the announcement for Pandan Primary School. They starting laughing for Christ's sake. They keep saying "Panda bears lai de", "Pandan cakes dancing" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;WAhahaha!! Come to think of it, it's quite funny nor. Then we just went on and dance lah, we didnt care much. Forgot what we got, silver or bronze bah.. hahah.. forgot le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh yah, in between the Chinese dances, I still participated with some dances performance with the class. There's Hushenfu and Fart who choreographed the dances. Super fun. There's was this performance in primary 5 or 6. We decided a mix of chinese and english dance blend into a performance on one of the school's occasions. Way cool. I helped choreographed the chinese dance part. yupyup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Moving into the secondary school, hell of my funnest years. Lesser performances though, but more professional ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;There was this sec two CCA camp, then that's when I ascend to be the president.(Yah, during sec two, so lots of people cursed me. hahaha) Then the last year executive comm and this year's decided to have a performance item on its campfire night(just a pathetic candles fire). We decided to dance. Actually, I was supposed to help to choreograph. But I think i was incompetent, so just kept quiet throughout. The dance comprises of group moves and duet moves. I paired up with my soulmate-cum-passing-down-president, huiting. And just dance and dance gracefully and romantically. It was a super nice night. Oh, Siew Fai, our veh veh veh senior senior, was posted with the question "who was one of the better dancer". He said me leh.. wahahaha.. cause he say I got the steps in my heart le, so excution very smooth. Wahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh anyway, there's one more dance that I really enjoyed. I choreographed it with Alicia and Zhen Wei. It was really fun. really really. Coming out with the steps, correcting them. woot. The song was Jewel's Intuition. Strange choice, but oh well. better than nothing. and we were actually forced on stage by our attention grabbing chinese teacher. It was really hella time. missed those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;did i mention I found my ultimate dance partner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's Alicia! My dream would be to enter a competition with her, that's just a fantasy really. Dancing tango and playing sexy. Woot. OMG. Alicia has a body made for dancing lah. Nicely toned, and shapely. Oh. I'm not fantasizing, just praising respectfully. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is it posssible i get a dance career for five years then be a model? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;woot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can dance like that. hahahahaha.. jk jk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLRJ5YybNpY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a live performance loh, she wasnt singing life throughout. Some parts are lip-synched. But even Beyonce dont sing whole song de nor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/faTYq9zSRfQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-115063097570101074?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115063097570101074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115063097570101074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115063097570101074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115063097570101074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-passion-card-i-love-to-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115055684494977570</id><published>2006-06-17T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T23:07:25.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;B-freak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;II&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;]-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 Mt. Zion Swingsations: Me Against the Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are actually singing Britney's Me against the Music about one third into the video. Way cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/viOSzxdrvF8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dateline Interview With Britney. Chosen I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chosen because there are actually four to five parts,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm only showcasing two parts in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Really interesting how she talk about her career and her weakspots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tends to talk crap when she's about to cry.hahah=D&lt;br /&gt;I love her for who she is.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Just make sure she gets back to music professionally soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XaqUUtr5JZ4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dateline Interview With Britney. Chosen II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jhHKyun5C1k" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-115055684494977570?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115055684494977570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115055684494977570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115055684494977570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115055684494977570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/06/b-freak-ii-2004-mt.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115053861467875184</id><published>2006-06-17T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T18:03:39.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-[ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Just a note&lt;/span&gt; ]-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh yah.. this post is to verify that my blog isnt a spam blog. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's me, me, me!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Only creativity, no spamming&lt;/span&gt;.&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/19294010-115053861467875184?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115053861467875184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115053861467875184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115053861467875184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115053861467875184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-note-oh-yah.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115053804068411424</id><published>2006-06-17T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T18:00:27.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;!oaic os.siht ekil gnipyt derit ma I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;!!!uoy aij annog mI.tey noitaraperp ym ni detrats tog yllaer t'nevah I si gniht dab .yawa syad evif trohs a ekil era smaxe ,pu desserts hev yllaer osla m'I woN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.ron no dear ,od yllaer uoy fI ?uoy od, em evol od uoY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.em dna uoy htob rof drah efil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; ginkam yb ,elttil a uoy esuma ton yhw thguoht i os.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;eno ylno eht ton saw I sseug I tub ,derob 'lil a ma I yadot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;thgir revo tfel ,nwod edispu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&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/19294010-115053804068411424?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115053804068411424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115053804068411424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115053804068411424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115053804068411424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/06/oaic-os.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115053554604597621</id><published>2006-06-17T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T18:01:35.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-[&lt;/span&gt; The World of i &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;People are getting more and more i(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;iPode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;iPode hSffule.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;iPode Nano.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;iPode &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;iPode Video. [ \o/ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;iBooke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;i. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont have any iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But Yuhui and me have something new on the racks for you retards: &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="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Idot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Idiots, without me.&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/19294010-115053554604597621?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115053554604597621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115053293710893755</id><published>2006-06-17T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:28:57.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-[ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;New Purpose&lt;/span&gt;]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Currently searching for new materials for better blog entries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Planning to be more organised and more inspiring.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dont know much now, see how things go loh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Just got a new notebook, finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Recently realised i needed a new one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Was waiting for Kent to come and meet me up and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was sitting at Jurong East Mrt Station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Was noticing quite some trends and I serious have lots to shout out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But, I just got no pen and notebook to properly store my thoughts in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's gonna be different this time. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bigger and better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-115053293710893755?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115053293710893755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115053293710893755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115053293710893755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115053293710893755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-purpose-currently-searching-for.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115029419471178494</id><published>2006-06-14T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:09:57.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Blind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Im trying to type without looking at the keyboard or screen for this entry, typing as the song goes, typing as my heart soars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;A Song By Corrine May: All that I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I kjnow I'm far from perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But like a child that needsa a guiding hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;cank you stay heere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've fIinally understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you've allways been the miossing part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;complete the jivgsaw puzzle of my heaert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Please hyear me when I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You are all that oI need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The only treasure iu see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're the air that helps me breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Through the darkness, I went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm all down on my knees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was blind but now I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You are that I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Please let me hear your voice again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;let me hear you say your love will never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;that whatever it takes you'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When I say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you are all that I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm as blind as love is.&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/19294010-115029419471178494?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115029419471178494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115029419471178494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115029419471178494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115029419471178494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/06/blind-im-trying-to-type-without.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115029321760873767</id><published>2006-06-14T03:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:53:41.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;-[ &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;B a b y&lt;/span&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A time irreplaceable.&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/19294010-115029321760873767?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115029321760873767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115029321760873767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115029321760873767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115029321760873767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/06/b-b-y-lovea-time-irreplaceable_14.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115018523096757579</id><published>2006-06-13T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T15:53:51.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;-[ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WishList&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now that my birthday is over!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I can have my wishlist!!&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;.&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1.SONY PSP(Must have X-Men Apocalypse, woot! I want Tales Of Eternia too!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;2.A Tote Bag from a Heeren Shop(But super ex, so dismissed the thought already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;3.[Elizabeth Arden] In Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;4.A new computer!! Mine is like  5.99GB and really crawling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;5.Repair My N7610's Keypad, it's killing me, like doing gym like that, press until i die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;6.Have my hair long, not too long. Dye it then crisp perm. yeah im mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;7.New graffiti shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;8.A new house.. im sad.. hais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9.Get out of JJ!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;10.Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;11.Be embraced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;12.More Challenges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;13.Determination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;July13th, 13 wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;There u have it, im materialistic. =D&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/19294010-115018523096757579?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115018523096757579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115018523096757579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115018523096757579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115018523096757579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/06/wishlist-now-that-my-birthday-is-overi.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-115009693342997622</id><published>2006-06-12T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T15:22:13.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;-[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Fives &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's been three months and now it's the second installment to my series of Five. The Five favourites and Five Hated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;First up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;=/bLoved Fruits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;1.MANGO!! (I will die without mangoes!! they are oh-so-heavenly.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;2.Mangosteen(Love it, just afraid of chewing on the bitter seeds by accident)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;3.Nyambu(Some sort of water apples, u wont know it lah.. just must crunchier and juicer than apples)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;4.Lychee and grapes(Very sweet and chewy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;5.Small Tomatoes(Very funny taste, dont know how to describe.. it's like eating Salsa sauce.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;=/bLoved Vege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;1.Kang Kong(Fried with Chilli and haerbee or with prawn noodles soup. OMGoodness tasty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;2.Water crest something(Very tasty in soup)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;3.Mustard Green(Daily intake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;4.Actually i like all sorts of vege lah.. begining to like Bittergourd too. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;5.nothinglah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;=/h8ed Fruits&amp;Vege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;1.Papaya(Im sorry, but i just feel it taste like fart+vomit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;2.Mushy apples(Apples that are not crunchy and like semisolid mud, yucks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;3.Raw Cabbage(Taste Trashy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;4.Raw Carrot(Yucks, i only like its juice, i cant stand biting the hard and bitter carrot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;5.nothing in mind 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:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;=/bLove Staple Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;1.Noodles(It's my life!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;2.Pasta(My second life?hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;3.Rice with lots of tasty gravy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;4.Porridge(Not the teochew plain porridge, im a teochew that's anti plain porridge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;5.Kueh  Teow.. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;=/bLove Dishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;1.Hokkien Prawn Mee(The one behind Bukit batok Secondary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;2.Prawn Soup Mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;3.Baby Porridge(My mum's dish, lots of mashed carrots and chucks of Luncheon meat. OMG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;4.Pastas=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;5.Home Cooked Food&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%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Oh yah.. My Love has to love me more than i love her, so that she can always make me love her? hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-115009693342997622?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/115009693342997622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=115009693342997622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115009693342997622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/115009693342997622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/06/fives-ii-its-been-three-months-and-now.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114942663531993614</id><published>2006-06-04T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:08:24.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;=====================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;=====================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I feel alive, revived and revitalised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey something cool i came across onlinfe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It pleasant when you dont have to move a finger and your hair gets styled.&lt;br /&gt;It sweet when tasty dumplings gets tastier through someone dear feeding you.&lt;br /&gt;It rocks when you are tired and hungry, you get a delicious meal whipped up and delivered right up to you.&lt;br /&gt;It assuring and calming when you are afraid and lost, someone runs the miles to bring you home.&lt;br /&gt;It's cool when you take care of me while I take care of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's love when I found you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting hor? Came across it in a blog loh. I find it so sweet. If it happened to me, LoL, I'll love that girl like never ever before. Unprecedented Love? This is more likely to happen to a girl than to a guy lah. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday(Saturday 3rd June 2006) was my secondary school's, Bukit Batok Secondary School, 20th Anniversary Celebration/Dinner. We met up and got some gifts for our teachers. Cards for everyone of them, a pen each for Mrs G-hydroxide and Mdm Yaw That Kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The event was even greater than my Graduation Night 2004. Not that the food was superb or the the place was glam. Just an ordinary school carpark turned D'marquee, food was only passable. The servive attitude's really bad to the core. The waiters grumbles and nags when you ask them for help, one of them dripped ice water into Alicia's jeans because she was not careful(it's was due to negligence) and the other one spilled large amount of water over the table spoilling some of our card envelopes and wetting some bags. Too lucky for them that I was busy search for teachers and friends to have time to get nasty back with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A few shockers that night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;=/Seeing Florence shine as ever and cool as gem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;=/Catching up with JunRong(Couldnt help but detect a smoke scent on him, asked him to smoke less. LoL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;=/Finding all my friends staying the same or changed for the better. =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;=/Having to receive sweet wishes from my friends when we already headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mdm Yaw saw me and her comments were, "Wah, this boy now seldom come back arh. Now very hip arh, cool hair, bling blings and stuff arh. Last time you were my good boy arh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;My friends' replied to her in unison, "Aiya, he has always been like that de. Just pretend to be good boy in class." LOL, lucky she hasnt seen my piercing, if not she will be overwhelmed. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyway, It was cool seeing the Sugababes, Juli, Darshini and Yoges still being so sweet. =) And It's heartwarming to see Alicia still as bickerable and alive again! June is still crappy and chirpy like those days where Mrs Goh will need to say, "June, Shut up lah." LOL. EK is still so fun to bully, Kah Sheng still so retarded. Adeline still so blur and happy. Kaiyu still as crazy. Lihui still as sociable. Weepin still so gay(joking). Caroline turning chaota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I got super high as the event proceeded to an end and music started to pound hard, that i started going crazy. Alicia showed me a message she typed on her cellphone, "I can imagine you in a club". Tsk! YMCA, alicia once more!. LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It was even more fun when we managed to gather a good 20+ people gathered at the old classroom for picture taking, arranged the tables back to like in the past and took a photo like that. MEMORIES!. And there's more phototaking session outside the classroom. SUPER MEMORABLE! June says, "Tonight will be part of memory till the day I rest in peace." Too bad she forgotten that there will be no peace with me around, so she needs me to die first. haha. A pity Yixin had to leave earlier. I was like high on some drugs lah. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh the classrooms and the whole school will be gone by this year. New compound would be errected and that means memorial places will be gone. All the ghost stories! All the sad times. All the joy! All the fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Enjoyed a good drink with June and Ade at Jurong point before we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;People, send me the photos leh.. then i can blog and save it for keepsake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love my life while I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh how I miss my life in the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not everything though&lt;/span&gt;.&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/19294010-114942663531993614?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114942663531993614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114942663531993614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114942663531993614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114942663531993614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/06/rebirth-rebirth-rebirth-rebirth_04.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114941848963035626</id><published>2006-06-04T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:54:49.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth Rebirth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;=====================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-114941848963035626?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114941848963035626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114941848963035626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114941848963035626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114941848963035626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/06/rebirth-rebirth-rebirth-rebirth.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114922471588108231</id><published>2006-06-02T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:08:45.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;-[ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;My Girl's Big Day&lt;/span&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/400/Picture%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is my beloved girl! And No!, she's not getting married just as yet. She's just crossing over the 18th year old checkpoint. Pass that, she be able to smoke, drink and best of all, get admitted to adult jail together with me! No more juvenile! &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Happy Birthday Hui!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; I Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;BBI Loves You, know that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; &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/19294010-114922471588108231?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114922471588108231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114922471588108231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114922471588108231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114922471588108231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-girls-big-day-this-is-my-beloved.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114892753510212595</id><published>2006-05-30T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T02:37:14.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- [ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Two testicles I've on Friendster:&lt;/span&gt; ] -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="sn_name" href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3312562"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;hAn Ning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Posted 8/1/2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;hey!! tot i wrote sth more positive for ur testimonial...hahaz...ermz oso dunou really well juz rmb u as a funny and lame guy hehe though u are not like super handsome and stuff but u exude a certain charm or charisma (aiya wateva) tt wud attract ppl to u hahaz...okiex finally understand y u so popular(ppl tell mi tt u r..haha so ok lo..) ermzzhehe dun keep all ur probs to urself(dunno wat i saein liaoz) so ermz tk cr and god bless hahaz ("&gt;) --cHa0 t4 ba0zZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="sn_name" href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3778121"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Peili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Posted 3/12/2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Willy... A special name... =]ok... i've been thinking of how to phrase all my comments in words... andrecently, i've read an email and find it quite true for ya... so just copysome parts and psate k? hope to do better than the previous one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;=]He could create his own little world, and sometimes no one would understand him. A man with a conflict personality.He is a cool, understanding, able to work well...He is a freespirit who likes venture, but when he wants to be alone, do not touch him but to let him be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;He sees anything in details and not easily trusted people till he thinks he knows them well...He like to search and analyze people andthings.You can just smile and he will think why and what are you smiling about, and if you are pretending. Once he trust you and accept you as afriend, no one can says other wise to change that for he will not listen to gossip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;He will be honest and sincere to his friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;If he finds it is necessary to lie, he will find other ways not to tell you or avoid telling you anything. If he really has to lie,you will never be able to tell that heis lying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;He can really keep secrets,so you will hardly know that he is alonely soul. He is a sand in your palm, the more you want to hold it, it will slip out...erm... these all copied out from the email... tink some are really so true... &lt;s&gt;*i tink only...* Do give urcomments...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;========//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yup, seoul far seoul true for the second testicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm a person with lots of logics, principles and laws, but evoked emotions can overwrite anything. I'm a emo-based person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That's why I contradict myself.&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/19294010-114892753510212595?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114892753510212595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114892753510212595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114892753510212595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114892753510212595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/two-testicles-ive-on-friendster-han.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114892647858880655</id><published>2006-05-30T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T02:34:36.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-[ missing out notes]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;think i missed out a few points on the previous entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;forever love is something that exist, but is something some people rarely succeed in finding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I believe in it, not believe that I will definitely find mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yah, understand ur point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;For me, my forever now= as long as possible, not clinging onto a relationship that hurts either or both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;10 years might not beat 10 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The love lives on, even if i'm not physically with the person i once loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love haunts for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh YAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I got a phobia of sex, thank to Joseph telling some stuff.. LOL. Yucks, disgusting and *PPhreaikk(vomitting violent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But easily overcome, i know how to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To the readers, dont forget who i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Controversy, itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;By the way, i found the most contradicting statement ever leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;See if you can fathom why: "&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Humans say the most contradicting things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll explain why soon.&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/19294010-114892647858880655?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114892647858880655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114892647858880655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114892647858880655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114892647858880655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/missing-out-notes-think-i-missed-out.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114891439778285775</id><published>2006-05-29T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T03:13:09.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quote Louie Lim Gui Min(LOL) from his Bulletin Post on Friendster to start the post off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6signs of euu falling f0r sumone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-As soon as you get online - Whose name do you look at first &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-When you hear your phone ringing - Who do you hope it is calling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-When a love song comes on the radio - Whose face comes to your mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Which name makes your heart skip a beat everytime you hear it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Who is it that you always find yourself thinkingabout - wondering if they're thinking about you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-The whole time you were reading this "bulletin",there was only one person on your mind.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;========//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather thought provoking hor, I gotta stress this to everyone of you. Falling for someone does not mean love. Yup. Strange as it seems, it might well be a simple game of attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is sure until both are true and frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;========//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Picture perfec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would be better than the guy whom everyone referred to as narcissistic(Nope, not the vampire-angel-crossbreed-mutilated-beast Daniel) to start off this section of shocking and unbelievable gallery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/250520061821.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/250520061821.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The all-so-handsome hunky me! Sorry arh, I got sick of taking perfect pictures where u tilt your head 30 degree to the right/left and struck ur most stunning seductive eye. LoL.. Just wanna have fun! Somehow, with no offense, I resemble William of Superstar Champion. Not that I was try to be him, it all started when Yixin said i look like him when i was playing an idiot. Then eh.. yah.. Very sadistic to be like impersonating him, so i wouldnt elaborate. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/Picture%2035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/Picture%2035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Guess what? My crazy Internationally Listed complany has come to join me in our crazy adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/Picture%2038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/Picture%2038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/willylesterbday%20042.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/willylesterbday%20042.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/willylesterbday%20041.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/willylesterbday%20041.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/willylesterbday%20016.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/willylesterbday%20016.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/willylesterbday%20027.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/willylesterbday%20027.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We're dorks and dumbfs, i do agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Let's review our Davincie Cast. I'm Carrot Lantern and from the bottom right and clockwise: Pranwmy, Lietenaut Collect, Agent Soapy Nehbu, Sister at Saint Suplice, Fache Mernage, Harlot(prositute) 1 on the streets, And eh.. Andre(bank manager)&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/19294010-114891439778285775?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114891439778285775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114891439778285775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114891439778285775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114891439778285775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/sparks-quote-louie-lim-gui-minlol-from.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114888165717194195</id><published>2006-05-29T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T15:59:15.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;-[ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Brimming with Life&lt;/span&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;As hard as Ne-Yo's "So Sick" keeps trying to churn up mixed emotions in me by going "Say I'm so sick of love songs, so sad it's slow..", Corrinne May's "Angel In Disguise" just resound in my head. So it means I'm having a positive mindset now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AcqKP1Y7ygw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Take a look at the ordinary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dont need to look for paradise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You could be next to an Angel in Disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Everyday can be legendary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;This entry would be rather rojak: huge content, no structure or planning but nonetheless nice and tasty. I'll deal issues one by one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;It's Smokin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Smoke. Cigarettes. Lungs Cancer. Air Pollution. Tar/Nicotine Intoxication. Passive Smoking. Tubercolosis and so the list runs on. We are all too familiar with the list of negative implications cigarettes, so i wont bore you by beating around the bush. I'm not on an Anti-Smoking Campaign or am I any spokesperson for any organisation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;In fact, I find the scent musk in cigg's smoke rather erotic as of what i've encountered in pubs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My only motive is to reach out to friends close to my heart and my loved ones who likes to have a butt(pun intended) stuck in their mouth. My front is nothing moral, social, or great in any way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's just, for me. Yup &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A selfish reason&lt;/span&gt;. I find that if the people i mentioned above smoke, they are like shortchanging the time we are going to spend with each other, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;our/my happiness&lt;/span&gt; and all other moments together with illnesses and an earlier death. Im not talking the effects of passive smoking due to my friends, but rather the impact of ciggs on their health in the long run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yes, this has been going on in my mind for a long time before i decided to post it online. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/Cigarettecolour.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Smoking is like burning away the colours of your/my/our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/childsmoker.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Smoking: Maybe a choice for you, a tradition for you children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stop the cycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Been broken into tiny shards that eventually never got pieced together to form the innocent heart that i used to have. I realised that clinging on to your old self doesn't help. Let go and re-mould my heart to a more society-fitting battle-ready form everytime some one i love&lt;s&gt;d&lt;/s&gt; hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;When a relationship ends, it's just so pain-inflicting. It hurts. Your world caves in, the skies darkened, your purpose gone. But I carried on with my life, staggering with each step but still with hope. Only thing in mind, was to learn from my loss and mistakes, and to wish the other party the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;When a couple splits, both played a part in the separation. Not entirely one's fault, or it might just be simply the that your personalities conflicted each other loh. Don't persist onto something you once had. Cherish the past, no cling onto it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dare to take up a love and dare to let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still believe in forever love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's just in some rubbish chute.&lt;/strong&gt;(ponder what i mean, ask me if u really cant.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Other thing on Love is that, I'm super anti those fup(f-up) people who used the term "stead" to address their loved/attached one. I mean, if you are thirteen and you lack of the vocab to address that special person in your life, I wont blame you. but, lakhasdfs u get what i mean. I just feel that the word "stead" is uber childish, immature and lame. I dont like the term girlfriend/boyfriend also. Prefer to be calling her like, "This is my girl" or "My love".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yah lah.. it's just a term, but the word "stead" is really misused and misinterpreted by all already. Avoid using that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The one you loved most is not likely to be the one that will live your life with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The one that loved you most not likely to be the person who will end up with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The one that ends up with you tends to be a person that you dont love too much, or loved you too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;General life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I got tired. So I decided to lump everything here in this category.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Life has been quite spastic recently. Life's monotonous for a while, but not it's picking up a little pace and intensifying. It was warm, easy and sweet. I still dont dare to make any big step, because i'm not so sure. But certainly I do feel I'm giving a little too much right into my life. Am I over-doing? Am I just another period of sex sessions or so to say? I &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; wish the song "Get Mine, Get Yours" by Christina Aguilera to speak too much of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;LoL.. blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Holidays! Got more time on my shoulder but I hope i wont waste too much of them this time. Gotta study hard, Mid Year Exams reaching its evil arms towards me. And there's no escape. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's fight, no flight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/250520061911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/250520061911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;After Physics's last SPA(Practical) assestment on thursday, some of us went out for pizza after it. I'm in the picute, you can pick up a few strands of my hair left to the first guy on the left bottom column. Yah.. I was cut off. Sians. Anyway, wonder why &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kent&lt;/span&gt; is up with colours? He told me, "you noticed cheng face gone in that pic? i pursposely cover de." Wah.. I listen le, suddenly feel very evil then expose his acts loh. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/6a11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/6a61.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/6a61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/6a61.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/6a21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fart&lt;/span&gt;(siettie lah, she will kill me for calling her fart). The multi-talented(artiscally and linguistic-ly) girl who wanted to take a picture with me when i was just starting to style my hair. No, this is not way close to what I was trying to achieve. It's for the effect, peeps. Taken during last year(2005) March PPS6A1999 Chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/6a11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/6a11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Silas and Remy(or rather Prawny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/6a21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/6a21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Ugly(ME), The Poser (always ready to smile and struck a innocent look) and the Greedy(Watch how the food is gone on her stick while we still have ours on.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Are you ready for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/6a61.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-114888165717194195?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114888165717194195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114888165717194195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114888165717194195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114888165717194195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/brimming-with-life-as-hard-as-ne-yos.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114848772097253563</id><published>2006-05-24T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:22:00.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;another one of the many Rants&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'll quote WeiLin to tell of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cchocolatee.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;www.cchocolatee.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Wednesday,24 May 2006's entry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;"oh yeah, i was late for the 1st time in school today. even though there was a need to pass my bus pass to the uncle, or write my name on a slip of paper, i did neither. (: hehe willy was even cleverer, he wrote someone else's name and slipped away! haha koko said that we cld hitch a ride cus hes taking a cab. but apparently his cab missed our bus stop. haha you shld have seen the looks on our faces. instead of looknig shocked cus we missed each other, we looked at each other as the cab whizzed away. LOL damn funny lah. anyway, we tried to take a cab but there was no available cab &lt;s&gt;(must be willy not handsome enough)&lt;/s&gt;, so in e end we took 198, after missing 3 of it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I must say we were very sly slugs, keep thinking of plans to not hand in our buspasses, but it was must easier than expect, stupid dogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We are scheming people. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But I'm the evil one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I realised my class guys worse than bit**es and  gays... gossip like hell of a business. And AHhh.. i just cant continue, fagging.. and termed themselves Mitches(Male bitches). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;How cool is that? Gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&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/19294010-114848772097253563?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114848772097253563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114848772097253563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114848772097253563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114848772097253563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-one-of-many-rants-ill-quote_24.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114831139959407095</id><published>2006-05-22T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:27:38.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-[ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fears relived&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;]-&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%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Nothing too traumatising or what occurred actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Just another one of my many inner struggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'm wary of the love i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Is it real permanent(more than a year) emotions of attachment or just real infatuation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I dont like to hurt anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Yet I would like to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Maybe when you got thrown into a pool of needles a few times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;you become a mouse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;too scared to take a big step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But I will try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;=)&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/19294010-114831139959407095?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114831139959407095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114831139959407095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114831139959407095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114831139959407095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/fears-relived-nothing-too-traumatising.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114811891453265884</id><published>2006-05-20T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T17:55:14.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You can't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jeRJKncYckI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;They can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anything they want to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Try to break me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I will not allow anyone to succeed hanging clouds over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And they can try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;How to make me feel that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dont matter at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I refuse to falter in what I believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or lose faith in my dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cause theres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Theres a light in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That shines brightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;They can try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But they cant take that away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;From me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;They can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anything they want to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you let them in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But they wont ever win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you cling to your pride and just push them aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;See I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Theres an inner peace I own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Something in my soul that they can not possess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I wont be afraid and the darkness will fade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cause theres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Theres light in me me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That shines brightly, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;They can try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But they cant take that away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;They cant take this Precious love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ill always have inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Certainly the Lord will guide me where I need to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;They can say Anything they want to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Try to break me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I wont face the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I will rise steadily sailing out of their reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Although they do try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hard to make me feel that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dont matter at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I refuse to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tell me what I believe or lose faith in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cause theres a light in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That shines brightly, yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;They can try but they cant take that away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;From me&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/19294010-114811891453265884?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114811891453265884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114811891453265884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114811891453265884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114811891453265884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-cant-they-can-sayanything-they.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114811731223321001</id><published>2006-05-20T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T17:28:34.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Crazy, cool 19-20 May&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Anyway, before I start getting myself carried away in typing all that I wanna to say, here's a video I would really like to share with you. Came across it at a world famous fansite once, downloaded but lost it somehow. Finally found it on Youtube.com, it's seriously the best video tribute to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1WVycRLwSAU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Second best performace I've seen done for the song Baby One More Time. The Best being the one she done for DWAD(Dream Within A Dream) Tour. This lets me knows why I(Loser) Loves her so much. She sings live! rare!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mCU9KUVncYI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Okay, first thing I watched Da Vinci's code with my classmates over at Cineleisure last night(1am show) and wow.. Nothing too disppointing, the plot was slightly different(and I still prefer the book version). It's was like the more important infomation was sieved out and portrayed on screen while the less important ones are eliminated(duh, of course). What I mean is that the story on screen now has loopholes and the sense of mysteries is really missing. I still like the onscreen version and it's really surprising still. Only now that you could easily guessed the identity of Sophie Neveu and the identity of real bad guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The other big flaw is the lack of explanation as to why Teabing could fly anywhere he wants without proper flight plans(required even when you have a private jet) and proper documents. Next is when the arrest is done, why is Sophie and Robert allowed to roam around in England freely when they are without passports and stuff. Actually these strange warps of events are rather sufficiently explained in the book. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So I really suggest you to read the book if you havent, it's twice as exciting and intruiging. And yah, just a tip if you find the book quite a bore at some chapters, Skip the chapters on Silas or just skim through fast, because he doesnt cause much problem when u miss him out in the story and his part is really mundane and full of "huhs".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;By the way, this year @@ Talenttime 2006 really s##ks and has several severe technical errors during the performances. The AVAC(sound and stage crew) crew was having some awkward running on and off stage moments during the performances, and the sudden screeches and overwhelming impact of some vocalist all due to poor sound management. Mic tests prior to the show apparently wasn't done good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yuhui is right, this talent time is more like a karaoke sessions for the people(esp true for the Minister) to enjoy on stage. Minus one tracks are raw and bass is weak and hollow and the singers seem to be tasked with the stupid responsibility to belt out all the parts as the lead singer and background singers(if any) alone. Meaning they are like weak, we seriously need background singers. LoL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Firstly we have to blame the venue with its poor sound system(as far as i've seen, it's poor. and serves you right for compromising quality for rat cheap venue). Next we have to blame the seemingly inexperienced and noisy sound crew. I'm being critical, but if you want things to be good/better, expect comments and accept certain criticism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The performances gave me headache when the teachers start to perform. I have to admit, I hail the female math teacher with great respect for the courage to continue to be up on stage when she missed the rhythm and tempo of the song almost completely. Mr Jose-- -an was freaky. Yes, freaky. Yes, he can sing in both Chinese and Japanese like a pro and dance like a hip-hop artiste ala Rain(Korean Singer) and 5566(Taiwan) or even better. But just seeing his Gggggggg_y actions just intoxicates you with helium and makes u squel like a tard. It's &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SCARY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And you think the worse is over, Our Guest of Honour was a Minister(refer to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cchocolatee.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;www.cchocolatee.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt; for more info on the night's performances) and I thought he was just giving another boring speech like every other Guest of Honours for any show (How I wish he did that). He started tracing the roots of Singapore from its budding state to it's rapidly growing state now, not only by talking. He started singing Xiao Bai Chuan(Chinese Song:Little White Boat) and Bangawan Solo(Malay Song) and even a tamil song~! He proceeded to sing a motivational song to our Singapore written 40years ago and next a duet with Mr Koh. Oh my goddness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's the first concert where I really felt overwhelmed, through the blasting mic volumes and the breath, i mean life-taking performances. I had to make my way out for fresh air halftime for survival because I wanna keep my life for my Davinci show after the talenttime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Oh yeah, Thomas was super cool lah.. "(with muffled embarrassed awkward laughters)&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Can I make friends with you&lt;/span&gt;?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Wahahaha~! Sh*t. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I hope I wont die on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;My blog of sercret messages.&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/19294010-114811731223321001?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114811731223321001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114811731223321001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114811731223321001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114811731223321001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/crazy-cool-19-20-may-anyway-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114785835074118877</id><published>2006-05-17T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T17:32:30.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;-[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Britney Freak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Curious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nice commercial for her frangrant and my fantasy, i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5yB-maJi-D4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performer - She is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Av2_thUqynY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYd6dVm38yw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry - to know that she's a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PKF3ud6BhPw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk this way- and see that she sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/agJ2CL5kir0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning with Lee Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j3u5VAlvFrs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-114785835074118877?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114785835074118877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114785835074118877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114785835074118877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114785835074118877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/britney-freak-curiousnice-commercial.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114779680484379585</id><published>2006-05-16T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T00:31:34.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;-[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Laugh at Novelties&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;This world is rather interesting, as people struggle to yet again contradict themselves. On one end of the stupidity spectrum, we are trying to define boundaries and draw links and relations to a ever-changing, non-constant big round sphere with scientists burying their heads into figuring out why the titanic sank, and how blue lasers store more infomation than conventional red lasers. Not forgetting we have philosophers comtemplating the complexities and simplicities of life, trying to inspire others when met with the same troubles that they(philosophers) have already faced. Oh yah, this behavior also leads to uprise of religions and the many packs of believers, whether true or not, I wont comment and dont know yet(wait for me to prove it then).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;While on the other hand, we have the same people desperate to break out of the mould the world/societies stereotyped and be different/unique, like how we see humans still struggling to be "crowned" by the Guiness Book of Records for being the fastest, craziest or the stupid-est.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The former, being the acts of the insecure homo sapiens trying to see "light" and strength in face of adversities as we try to observe patterns of events, predict and avoid the unneccessary problems and trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The latter are people sick of being yet another fleeting soul(that they think the former is) and trying to find a place to stand and shine with their own light(talents).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm not trying to say who's and which's better. Both have its assests and debilities and a mix of both is essentially the best. Actually no one is solely from one group, we just likely to be more inclined to one end of the continuum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;What I'm trying to suggest here is that science, laws and past experiences should be just guidelines in your life, not the rule(s) of thumb. We should make space for anomalies and acknowledge their prescence. The world doesnt have too much of a constant pattern but like the periodic table [that Mendeleev(a Russian chemist) have conjured up with in 1869], there are trends to events and their occurence probability. The biggest difference is that humans can and should choose their choice of actions in response to the situation unlike the elements(of the periodic table) which are mundane in their behaviour(fixed and definite response to certain chemicals).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Have an open mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Things do change and evolve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Remember "The only constant is change." and you have the power to your fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CVSV57fEGV4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On a lighter note, m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;y very cute Grandma came over to stay with our family since my brother is away for business till 2nd June, leaving a vacant bed, so now she's sleeping on my bed while im taking my brother's. So to say of the elderly, or rather the experienced, what they speak of are valued treasure which light your path. Granny's suffering for senile dementia, and it has aggravated till she only know I'm her daughter's son, not the grandson. But she's still so loving and benevolent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOL, she was going to sleep earlier on but had no idea where to put her specs cause she confessed that she's afraid that kids(her grandchildren) would take her specs and play with them. The only problem, I'm the youngest in the family,and so i wonder: Would I playwith her glasses? Cute! She's forgotten again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Before she dreams away,she told me she had a grandson(Daniel), who's my age(18) and is a very filial and good boy. She also reminded me as how she told him to not forget my meals and dont take too much junk food. It's cool for her to be talking to me like that, though she really forgoten that daniel is my cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I dont dream for her to recall me, because i will love her the way she is. At least I hope she'll be happy with her stay here and the rest of her life. Don't wanna lose her. She is a woman who brought her families to its feet and displayed fair love among her children and grandchildren.&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/19294010-114779680484379585?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114779680484379585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114779680484379585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114779680484379585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114779680484379585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/laugh-at-novelties-this-world-is.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114770666050620193</id><published>2006-05-15T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:24:20.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-[ Responsibilities v.s Desires ]-&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-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Time Check:11.13pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Schedule Check: Sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Reality: Just aoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Just as much as I would want to be "normal", i.e. sleep at ten and wake up at six, my body is resisting the master. I was supposed to nap from 1830-1930 but, my body gave in to desires and just slept through now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;This is bad, bad, bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I can't finish Hanning's card by today by the looks of it. I've a SAT wordlist quiz and a Chemistry Practical Skill A: Planning. I chose to compromise Hanning's card for the other two, and instead spend this time typing these. Sorry ning. =X my bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;It is always like that, I let my body get the best of time. Gotta have that greater sense of responsibility. Wake up!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Learning the truth about me.&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/19294010-114770666050620193?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114770666050620193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114770666050620193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114770666050620193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114770666050620193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/responsibilities-v.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114761190601312311</id><published>2006-05-14T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T21:05:06.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;-[ &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's Time.&lt;/span&gt; ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;.. to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;All my entries recently, I've been rattling on and on about me being perfetc(again, i emphasized no spelling error.), me being only human, me against the world. Only now then i realised, i'm caught up with the unneccessary need for explanation for my actions and behaviours that are not accepted by my surroundings. I gotta emphasised, "There's gotta be more to life" than chasing down every temporary high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Oh yah, I think I'm coming out of the little box i enclosed myself in. I took the first step yesterday. It was not easy. I just want to say, thank you, you know who you are. Words cannot express my gratitude. You show acceptance towards my anomalies and love me as a friend the way I am. Dark clouds have shifted out of side, and I'm starting to make my way boldly again. I need you help, and I'll help you. Life, is about interdepence, is about trust. I'm sorry for the days when I doubted you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Anyway, it's Mother's Day today, every second Sunday of May. We must show our appreciation towards the load-carrier and the love-giver, not forgetting how she endured hardships and kept her silence when she knew she was right. She gave in many, many, many times to you. She shaped you in a way or two. She built you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I didn't get anything for my mother, because i think i was too bogged down by certain events and i really didnt knew what my mother wants. She doesnt indulge much in worldly tangibles and she doesn't have a big dream, than to have her children grow up and be somebody useful. I only helped her cooked dinner today like every other evenings that I can free myself. I only kissed her upteen times to show how much i appreciate her. I only spent a little time each night to lie by her and talk to her to see if she's alright. She's one superwoman. Even when she's stricken with fever and flu attacks, she'll still take care of your daily needs and be there for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;She talks to you, reason out with you and always there to listen to my side of the story. When I'm in the wrong, I'm made to know this fact and be responsible to my actions. Unconditional Love, i call these. She's so perfect even at those times when she compromised my father's unforgivable(unforgivable) behaviours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;She's investing lots of time, effort, money and her life into us. I only wish one day, and soon, that I'll be able to fund my parents to travel around the world and have fun. And I will make time to go with them. Cause we're a family. Though I must say, we are much like a tradional Asian family. Family bonds may be strong, but never close. We dont share too much personal stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I only wish, too, that my wife and children would possess her characteristics and hold on to it, amidst this misty and misleading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Anything you hate about me, direct it at me, Never my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The females in my family(my Sister and Mother) said in many times, "Offend someone, not the Beh(s)". =) In case you're unaware of, my Surname is Beh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all mothers in this world.&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/19294010-114761190601312311?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114761190601312311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114761190601312311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114761190601312311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114761190601312311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-time.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114745844878303530</id><published>2006-05-13T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T02:27:31.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;-[Saint Willy]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sounds weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I can never be that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I wonder how people can preach about the need to be rational and mature for every issue and decision we make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sounds so "un-humanly".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Don't we ever realised we are humans made of flesh and bone, something God(s) aren't made of. And we make mistakes even when we grow old, just like a toddler falling helplessly when making his/her first few steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm not perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Kent, Sorry if i disappointed you in a way or two, big or small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sorry Cheng for my unreasonable personality at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sorry PeiLi cause it seems like i'm making use of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sorry friends if i actually shock you, broke out of the mould you fixed me in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Somewhere in time, you should start to look at me in different likes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'm much like a kaleidoscope, just that I'm not one that generates awesome and colourful pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;It's a great idea when we always keep trying to become better, and better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But realised we're not good in everything, not to say everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Just to let you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;for everything I do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'll do it and give it my best, as of what im capable of at that point of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Meaning, i wont launch myself fulling into one thing at a time, i have more than one pivots lay on me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;and i have to make my choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'm sorry Miss L(just to protect you/me from any lawsuits), if im not performing up to your expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'll do my best for my A's whatever i'm allowed to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'm not after the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Just my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I wasnt the best all the time when i was back in secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I was always the slightly above average kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Somehow the words you say have very sarcastic and negative connotations that hurt not only me, but quite some people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I dont blame you, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;You are really patient, from the way you tutor the everybody-want-to-stangle XY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;At least, I still and always respect you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;So to say. I'll do my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;In the garden of love.&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/19294010-114745844878303530?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114745844878303530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114745844878303530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114745844878303530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114745844878303530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/saint-willy-sounds-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114742168415128007</id><published>2006-05-12T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T16:14:44.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-[ Confessions of a Broken Heart ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm devastated today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I can't find anyone to walk this path with me today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thank goodness, i know it's only today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Or is it not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Forced to be alone when im lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thank goodness I'm used to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;These are the confessions of a broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s.Cheng Wai is right,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kinda man that would most easily and most "impactful-ly" hurt a woman. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-114742168415128007?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114742168415128007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114742168415128007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114742168415128007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114742168415128007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/confessions-of-broken-heart-im.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114741710103103697</id><published>2006-05-12T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T15:51:52.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Voices&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Be overwhelmed and conquered by some of the world's most amazing and captivating voices in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some of which took over me and gives me strength. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Meet Bumac and dont underestimate him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H3rjyGKsCzo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A groovy song that gets you tapping you feet while being awe-d at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Lady Marmalade by Pink, Lil' Kim, Mya, Christina Aguilera and Patti Labelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyL4W6G8yqw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce's got me lost for words. Be touched by&lt;br /&gt;Dangerously in Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FfVTsAoRBoQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow Mariah.&lt;br /&gt;We Belong Together/Fly like a bird Medly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-M3duTkcZ_g" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Best Selling Female Recording of All times reminding you how she make her mark.&lt;br /&gt;Bow down for Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yyezXjehJ3Q" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because of this songs, your words will never have an impact on me negatively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Christina Aguilera. shed tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6328KtJvICw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;All hail to Music.&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/19294010-114741710103103697?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114741710103103697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114741710103103697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114741710103103697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114741710103103697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-amazing-voices-be-overwhelmed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114737010366317066</id><published>2006-05-12T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T01:20:08.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-[ Strip me ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey. This shall be the day Episode 2 officially unfolds, although it has surfaced since 8th May 06.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Project Stripped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/christinaaguilerablogitem.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/christinaaguilerablogitem.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/400/christinaaguilerablogitem.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I meant is not physically denuded or anything too sexually connotated. This is truly inspired by that true star of the new times, Christina Aguilera's Stripped album released by BMG back in 2002. It's the album that stayed spinning in my discman, computer, hi-fi system for the longest consecutive period of time: Six months, rather amazing for one album alone. It beings loads of positives messages hidden among the songs, lyrics and the advesities portrayed by the lyrics. It has certainly changed my life and shaped in positively. Made me a better man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture for my blogskin may suggest otherwise, but I guess that's the ways things are going to be. This aint no porn, this is what sexy truly means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sexy: to have some form of coverage/exposure over a naked man/woman, and always not forgetting to leave passers-by and viewers room for imagination, uncontrolled desires for more and worshipping of that man/woman. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about being undressed to the barenakedness till you see me the way I see myself when I'm alone. and also about being true to me, being true to you. It's without pretense, no menbrane, no separation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The most true me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This episode, and so are that of my previous works, will be/was me spilling all the shit and truth that I see with my not-too-big-not-too-small eyes. It'll allow me to slot in numerous hidden messages which is to be stay hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I initially decided on the theme "Back to Basics" having the notion of returning back to when things/people were innocent, genuine and truly care for you. But sad to say, I couldn't find the resources I need to satisfy me. =X So After much thought and reconsidering, I chose "Stripped". Some people blog for fame, some blog to confide in the cavities of the worldwide-web, while some seek to be noticed. Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just want to make my way through my life. There will be times that I'll be angry, frustrated and f-up. I guess I could use the energy more positively in writing without angst instead of venting my anger on another poor soul. (Speaking of that, I gotta apologise to kent, thomas, cheng and other people in S19 that I sorta "attituded". If you didnt realised, then eh. im good or so to say. HAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;There will be moments when I have to shed tears, yeah. I'm not a man, I'm just a being brimmed with human emotions. Physically, or in front of you, I might not display it. But hey, I can talk about them here just the way i like it. Just some statistics you should pay attention to, what you are about to see bears no mistake: 10 out of 9 men who laugh frequently or known to have a jovial personality are not always truly happy. I mean it takes no idiot to know no one is not always happy 24/7 right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Memories, there will be, that I'll be overwhelmed with gratitude and apologies. These are the golden times I never want to forget. That's why I blog about them, to serve as a self-reminder that God is kind and fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rest assured, i'm no angry teen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm just a voice to be heard.&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/19294010-114737010366317066?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114737010366317066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114737010366317066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114737010366317066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114737010366317066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/strip-me-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114736404266303126</id><published>2006-05-11T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T02:24:57.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;adapted from Christina Aguilera Stripped(2002 BMG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;Waited a long time for this, feels right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;Allow me to introduce myself, want you to come a little closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;I'd like you to get to know me a little better, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;Meet the right me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;Sorry you can't define me, sorry I break the mould.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;Sorry that I speak my mind, sorry dont do what I'm told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;Sorry if I don't fake it, sorry I come too real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;I will never hide what I really feel, no way oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;So here it is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;No hype, no glass, no pretense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...........&lt;/span&gt;Just me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;............&lt;/span&gt;Stripped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;___________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stripped Intro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19294010-114736404266303126?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114736404266303126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114736404266303126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114736404266303126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114736404266303126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/adapted-from-christina-aguilera.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114684165025052113</id><published>2006-05-05T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:33:42.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;==============================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Sho happy cans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"   &gt;hehe, after a long week, finally reach weekend le, so tired can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"   &gt;So sad de, no one message(yup) my aching back leh.. No dearie so pathetic de can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"   &gt;LoL.. sorry i just cant continue typing like this.. I think i might end my life if i did. It was no doubt inspired by kc's blog but there's no ill intentions. Hope noone will take the above in offence though. =) It just that people keep saying they exercise "bad" english and their entries as like those of a typical gal's capability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"   &gt;Whatever the h*ll lah, as long as they enjoy it, nothing you say matters loh. Basically for me, whatever thing that I do, I'll just enjoy it and carry it off in my own way loh. No matter what you say, also wont bother me as much. Seriously, if anyone have so much angst in them to go around dissing people, why not do it elsewhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"   &gt;Is pissing on another's face neccessary? Come on, let all get a life and live your life to the fullest. Care so much what kc do in their life and make so much comments, send hate mails and threaten them, Your life so boliao de arh? LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"   &gt;Anyway, language is but a mean of broadcasting of one's ideas and opinions. And from places to places, the same language may vary. Not neccessary is Singlish(English + Chinese Dialects and other Singapore official languages) bad, cause they are what made us who we are. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"   &gt;We should no doubt try to improve our language standard lah.. But since standards are set by humans, humans get to choose to follow them or not loh. Like it or not, you can try sue me loh. hahaha.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"   &gt;But quite cool leh, such high "readership" for a newly set up blog. Eh.. doesn't bother me also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"   &gt;Sorry for the "broken" English im using, but it's just me. Tired, sick(due to JieSheng spreading the virus) to comtemplate any deep and "inspiring" message i want to bring across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"   &gt;Wish me luck in recovering~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"   &gt;i want to change blogskin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/19294010-114684165025052113?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114684165025052113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114684165025052113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114684165025052113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114684165025052113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/sho-happy-cans-hehe-after-long-week.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114684055636030307</id><published>2006-05-05T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T02:26:13.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;==============================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;After a long wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've finally found a Singapore TV drama serial that gets me glued to it. Probably due to it's strong cast of interesting people and the intensity in the emotions portrayed in the show. Only the sixth episode, i think so, and im actually going "wow.. omgoodness, u serious"! yup yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/womenoftimes.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/womenoftimes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yah, too engrossed that I actually missed out the title of the show: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Women of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Essentially it's a show about the Jin Le company run by the Jia family, the struggles for power and play, and the nasty and beautiful relationships between the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uptight waves of troubles and climaxes just keeps hurling themselves at you, and although it's quite mundane after some time, they still manage to surprise you with twists that break out of the typical drama plot mould.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/womenoftimestwo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/womenoftimestwo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; I was especially shocked but pleasantly surprised by Fann Wong portrayal as Xiyi. Her acting wow. wow. wow. The emotions she portayed: Sadness, lost, strength, determination were all adequately displayed and succeeded in stirring up feelings in the audience's heart. LoL. Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Her tears were natural as like those of precipitation, you could taste the despair she's trying to show. Wow~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cant wait for more~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hahaha.. lack of vocab lah.. this is a short update of nothings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-114684055636030307?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114684055636030307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114684055636030307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114684055636030307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114684055636030307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/after-long-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114667247917722643</id><published>2006-05-04T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T02:26:49.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;==============================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;On the May 4th 2006, 2 minutes and 3 seconds after 1am, the time and date will be 01.02.03.04.05.06.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This happens only onve every 1000 years and we are luck to witness this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chill out and have fun peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Will Singapore ever understand the meaning of holidays and weekends one day?&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/19294010-114667247917722643?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114667247917722643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114667247917722643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114667247917722643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114667247917722643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-may-4th-2006-2-minutes-and-3.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114664602911351511</id><published>2006-05-03T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T02:28:05.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;==============================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not as Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm no great *ahem* to have a blog set up in less than 20 days, welcome a great 3k of visitors by the third day and have threads even in forums of hardwarezone.com. I think less than a thousand clicks have been made on my blog loh.[ LoL.. lousy gauge that's based on nothing. =) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Still, I'm having hell loads of fun. For I guess that one that will learn most about me, is me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/Cimg1455.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/400/Cimg1455.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I've got juicy pictures to share~! My dear dear and I. LOL~~~!!!! Someone save me.~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didnt blur the picture or anything, just that i think one of the BBIans(correction: not yuhui) was too excited to snap the picture that she fumbled a little too much. and Shi Qi and I weren't the only ones there as the picture supposed, there were tons of others. We were at Fullerton Hotel, BBI just stopped over to mess around with the kois in the basement pond and stone a bit during Christmass Celebration on 18dec2005. So sian, i wish i could blog more gayly. =Z WahHAhaha~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did i mentioned~!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's PeiLi's birthday on this very special 3rd of May. She turns 17 and apparently she's having fun and loving every minute of it. What more can I do but to pay a tribute to her and showned how much she has grown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Moulted out of her fats into a swelte and hot body, I cant congratulate enough but to show you a picture of her in a very revealing outfit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cant wait? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Scroll down~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-as-great.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114664485476419233</id><published>2006-05-03T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T02:30:05.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;==============================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;highlight to see, cause i've changed blogskin, but dont want to edit my posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Back to basics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Realised i lost track of my own soul recently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Been churned and messed up in this world by this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Forgotten my aims, neglected my purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;What made me realised: me getting all worked up over small things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Back to basics,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;return to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Back to where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I wanna be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Some say I do reckless things, some say I dont work hard enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I guess whatever you say is based on whatever you judged upon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;and certainly your kind of criteria dont work for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I cant stop anyone from judging me or anything, and i wont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You are who you are, no matter how you choose your own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Let me choose mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I do try to listen and change, for the better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;while still remaining me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;But if i listen to all of your every complains and dissatisfaction with moi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;make the "neccessary" changes, to be a "better man"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I would have long be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;That's no where i wanna be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Im imperfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;perfetc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Perfetc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Living my world, my rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Thinking for you, i try my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Giving my all everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Gonna stand tall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;gotta be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Just that the wild ocean whale that lives in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;There are times when i need thee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;but there are times that you aint there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Not to blame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;blame to Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;There are times that i need peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;but time and time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;peace lies far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Savouring wine in a finely tuned glass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I living my life laughing at hyennas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;crying like shores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;thinking like the wise sage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;but acting like a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Realised,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;all i need is none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Transient,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Life is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;humans cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Accept me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;perfetc.&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/19294010-114664485476419233?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114664485476419233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114664485476419233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114664485476419233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114664485476419233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/05/highlight-to-see-cause-ive-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114597791774382078</id><published>2006-04-26T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T00:35:29.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e6e6fa" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: April 26&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You lucked out the the skills to succeed in almost any arena.Put you in almost any business or classroom, and you'll rise to the top.You're driven and intense, but you also know when to kick back and cooperate.Your ability to adapt to almost any situation is part of what's going to make you a success.&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your attention to detail&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You can be a little too proud of your successes&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Turquoise&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Arrow pointing up&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;rather true.. all the way up to power colour, i would say it's accurate! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-114597791774382078?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114597791774382078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114597791774382078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114597791774382078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114597791774382078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/04/your-birthdate-april-26you-lucked-out.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114598128206449972</id><published>2006-04-25T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T02:33:43.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;==============================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My last few minutes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My last moments being a seventeen year old guy. Every "one" that i get annually, i treat it as a target for the level of maturity I've to attained. Rather intangible and subjective though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Immunity to criticism is probably this past year's most evident "skill" that I've acquired. From being claimed to be the third party to be judged by friends who are skeptical about you(inevitable, especially being a s*ckor that I am) to being devalued by even strangers, I've gone immuned. If what they say is true, I would have forever hold my peace and never be here. Just a piece of advice for those who are still trying to get use to criticism: No matter how hard you try, you cant satisfy everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Maybe because of the exact same quote, I dont try to be extremely nice or make an extra effort to be in favour of anyone, Just be myself in my way. Hold truth to my path, and though in an abyss, I'm walking with faith because I know i have friends who support me.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Recollecting of what I've faced with this year, of which i wont mention online as they're personal, I think it hasn't exactly been a wonderful year. Still I've enjoyed every minute of being seventeen. I hadn't been exactly a good friend to everyone in my life, I've been neglecting a lot of people. But I know i'm on my way to light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;More confidence and much more composed in facing shocking and unexpected situations. Life is still as wild as a roller coaster ride like ever. I've been thinking, whether I should share something with someone, for about 2 to 3 months, but i think im more or less decided. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;In the aspect of love, it's rather full of pitfalls and emptiness. LoL.. But I do see a cute girl in the J1 cohort. Miss Long shorts. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I believe for every heart that whispers in the dark, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;there's a ray of light somewhere shining through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was sink, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;or swim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;when the tide came in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I found myself when i found you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I found the closest thing next to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wanna sing it to you. Will I get that chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Spent the last ticklings of me being seventeen recalling, repenting and reaffirming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I must thank all those who supported perfetcLite.blogspot in reading in, and encouraging me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I also extend my gratitude to all of the pillars of strength that stood by me in this past year, and those who stood by me through much longer and ardous roads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I pray for the best for Simin, Kent, TongLoong in tomorrow's Talentime semis. &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Remember: Just be your best. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I pray for my best under S19's clutches.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-114598128206449972?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114598128206449972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114598128206449972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114598128206449972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114598128206449972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-last-few-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114568410757092996</id><published>2006-04-22T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T02:38:05.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;==============================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work Work....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Finally endured a week of stress and pressure, not explaining much as to why though. Hmm.. Yesterday(Friday), was the worse: Napha Test!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know in my heart my failing event of Standing Broad Jump, And no matter how intimidating pull ups are, they're no match for SMJ's horror. LoL.. Nah, it's just a case of bad technique and fear of letting myself go. I'll keep on practising though. Pull ups were the funniest, everyone(not everyone) was cheating. You just keep pulling, no matter what, and somewhere in time you'll feel Jie Sheng's hand on your back, in an attempt to set u straight and free from swaying, but in fact, was pushing you up. Then there's Thomas jumping, and stretching in front of the teacher trying to cover the crime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;What I did was worse, I kicked the wall and everything in sight, that includes the bench right at my foot, creating a big bang. LoL! Thomas said Mr Ng CT(Teacher in charge of the Pull Ups Station) failed to hide his grin when he heard that noise, but still pretended dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;SBJ was really normal this year, not that frightening anymore.. And thanks to Dorae(who was the Data Logger for my class), helped me faked a C. =) Not to mention, she helped a lot more poor souls too. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sit and Reach was the only breeze i encountered all these years. 59cm, yeah~! Xuan Yu was like rubber lah, he stretched to reach the limit of 63, it was O.O for all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ran the Shuttle Run at 9.7s, cool cool cool. lol, dont know if it's my max, but as long as it's A. Who cares. Anyway, thank goodness we ran shuttle run at the track, i might have slipped and fall if we were doing in on concrete ground, cant find any shoes in my home that offer good grip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sit Ups, managed a 46, though they were not of standard ones. only 3/4 to recovery position, i came up le. Wee~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;2.4!!!! OMG.. Once the whistle(i actually i forgot what was the cue) went off, I started dashing. And yesh, this means im at the wrong pace. Barely halfway through my first round, i realised i couldnt make it at this speed for six rounds. And I'm supposed to accompany kent. Shit, where's Kent!?!?!? I dont dare to look back, just reduce my speed and pace it around there. Still I was running at 5:30 for my third run, that makes 1:50s per round, which means I'll get my B if i keep going at this pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But practically I was alone lah, then from like the second or the third round, i was together with another stranger and sorta kept my spirits up because i felt so "un'cast-away'" anymore. He sped off eventually, darn! LOL. After which, no one passed me to join up with me but instead, past me to pass me, I was like eh.. "someone behind??? come join me leh!!" i just had to keep going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;but my negativity just keeps striking. "wah two more rounds leh, slow down lah", "you're tired, give up, run another day when you're more fresh and ready lah", "you'll not make it under 11:50 de, stop for a while, walk lah.", What prevented me for pulling out or stopping for a rest was my friends at the edge of the track. Every half a round, i get motivational call-outs from my friends telling me to jia you, counting down for me and dismissed the inner demons from successfully stopping me. Thanks to Shu Zhen, Yun Jia, Sophie, and Denise and those whom i failed to recall. =) Wee, First time for my life, just kept pacing at the same speed, going ALONE, and i realised something I just kept running, never check my stop watch at all. haha..! But sians, when i completed my run, i took a couple of steps and then looked at my stop watch, clocked it and it was at 12.05, disappointed though i was running at one of my max already. Was like: huh.. hmm.. nvm loh.. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Didnt hold much hopes but when the official timing was released, I was practically riding a cloud when i heard Yun Jie announced Willy:11:39!!!! WeEEeEeeee!!! Not all surprising for many people, but a morale booster for me~! lalala~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So determined for the run for the first time, combated myself into saying "4 rounds left, good timing for first two rounds" instead of "sh*t, 4 more rounds ahhhhhhhh". Chose to view the glass as half filled then half empty. A lil proud of myself lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And after the run, which was the last item of the day, i just went around lying down and stretching and cooling down. So Shuang! weee.. I felt more energetic after the run, although somehow I caught a flu. Haha.. So happy. However, not long after, I felt all moody again, mind processing lots of things that have and have yet to happen. rather stress and worn out mentally. Then kena "cordially invited" by simin to join her and kent at the kBox. hehe.. Think they too tired bah, keep singing until 12+ still no conclusion. So I advised them to stop the night and make the decision tomorrow(which essentially today). I dont know how things went though, shall find out when i meet kent and cheng in half an hour's time. Speaking of which, im zoning out of here, running late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Will update more when i get home and free this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;bewilderment got the best of me.&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/19294010-114568410757092996?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114568410757092996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114568410757092996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114568410757092996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114568410757092996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/04/work-work.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114528148647856044</id><published>2006-04-17T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T02:41:10.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;==============================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truly Miles From A Smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Taking time off my Assignment-choinging to update a little about myself to myself. This past week, I've not been idling all too much. Been dealing with some interpersonal relationship matters, working out solutions to some problems and the usual trying-to-catch-up-with-the-tutorials lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Exhausted as expected, there will still be no big breaks for me. I'm also currently fighting some inner demons, or rather i would say, some inner thoughts on relationships. Started to think whether there will be this day when I go running to my close friend, anyone in general, crying over spilled milk between me and my girl. It made me ponder further as to whether such girls would even appear or would they not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Besides these boy-girl-relationships worries, there's still the study doubt. Can I make it? I seemed to be on track to many people but deep in my heart, I know I'm way behind time. And I better do something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I guess they're just feelings of insecurity that are really uneccessary, but still there exist a need to curb them. How is it possible, you may want to ask? For me, it's through a series of self-assurance and more essentially, talking to my friends, directly or indirectly, to get some advices and directions. Humans are such weak creatures that one's strength cannot support oneself through one's whole life. We depend on the use of external strength and others as pillars of emitional support. Nothing wrong with it though, people who couped up too much are the real sick people. Because they get so emotionally unstable that they start/continue to do stupid things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;What I'm trying to say is that, if you have a problem(s), a serious one, and you have no solutions to it(them), maybe it's time to turn to a friend or a family member. We apparently forgotten the basic notion that we only get to live a few pathetic decades(more than sufficient though, I'm just not particularly happy about our relative lifespan compared to that of Earth's) and we wont be able to make all the mistakes and (quite impossibly) learn from all the mistakes we make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sometimes, it's easier to learn from others because you do get clearer picture of the whole situation. More often than not, your friends would have met with problems you never had before, what not would it be, to just consult his/her opinions and learn from the considerations s/he taken and the impact of his/her actions. To put it simply, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we dont live long enough to experience all sorts of problems&lt;/span&gt;, learn from each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hmm, What I've said shouldn't be the first time you're reading them, but the thing is, do you remember it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Another basic rule of thumb is that Humans are nothing without problems around. We meet with problems day in, day out, every second, every time we make a turn round a corner. Problems are everywhere. They're the indispensable shaping tool of one's character and maturity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We should not be seeking to eradicate the roots of problems, because without problems, there exist no human. They will be around, whether you like it or not. So better get use to it. Fight them, challenge them and never give up. Through a problem, do you grow most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you have not noticed, the root to all problems is you. It is your interaction with the nature, other homo sapiens, animals, machines that problem arises. It is when you sit down and think through ya life, do you find problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I like problems actually. They irritate me, but whenever you triumph over one of them, you get extremely elated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/jessica.ashlee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexy girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;I wanna make my wishes soon. World peace!&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/19294010-114528148647856044?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114528148647856044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114528148647856044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114528148647856044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114528148647856044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/04/truly-miles-from-smile-taking-time-off.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114452344368994698</id><published>2006-04-09T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T16:56:15.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Stupid Acts :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/hahas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/400/hahas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;`free and easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-114452344368994698?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114452344368994698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114452344368994698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114452344368994698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114452344368994698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/04/stupid-acts-free-and-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114450232899236657</id><published>2006-04-08T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:18:49.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;==============================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;True Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This 21 days, I've been thinking a lot.Thinking about nothing as well, it's not easy living out my dreams and to live in reality. It's one of those periods whereby I find expressing myself a job too hard to take on. That is why i didnt participate really actively in the debate held during one of the GP lessons. Cant speak well, stutter, cant even understand the situation, what can i voice out? LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's been quite a while since I'm intimately in a real relationship. By right, I should feel a sense of loneliness, but instead I'm feeling a state of relieve. Maybe it's because I have no need to be held with so much responsibility for someone's emotional state and happiness. But then again, I seem to be harming quite a few around me in my daily life. I agree to what Tong said which i interpret as: being a nice guy hurt those around you twice as much as being a jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I also understand that the more you dont want to hurt someone, the more that u hold back your true emotions, the more likely are you to hurt the other party. Oh well.. hmmm.. yah.. As you grow older, the world dims and complicates. Friendship is not about relationships between friends anymore. At least for most cases, it is so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hmm, what should I talk about next...? okay, there's the gang of crazees from S19: From JS to Yong Kian, eight of us altogether. (LoL.. lazy to list them down lah.. haha) Someone identified that although we are always together, there still exists sub groupings within the gang for the most obvious examples JS and Cheng tends to stick together like Willy and Kent does. hmm.. while some are more neglected, more solo. I dont know how to put it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But for me, it's inevitable. The mentality of some individuals will be: Such a big group, so easily left out in jokes and activites, should i find someone to cling onto slightly more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;If u do get what i'm trying to say, ya.. hmm. I dont know what I can do to help as well. Im already starting to find it hard to hold my temper back and in addition, im bad with friendships. But the good thing is, not all is bad about the group. There are people who are starting to open up more, like nichk who starred in a movie clip in which the primary plot was devised by him. There's also yong kian who is getting sharper and more evil with his words. =).. But seriously, if we do not do something about it, we might end up as happy tree friends.(&lt;a href="http://www.happytreefriends.com"&gt;www.happytreefriends.com&lt;/a&gt;) all fun, no good ending. LoL.. What im saying is not that when X has a problem, he has to tell the whole gang. It's not easy for one to speak about his/her problems to such a big group. WHat I'm trying to bring across is that, we should remove the chasm and mix around more like one big group when we are hanging out. yah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/400/changing%20room1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I've remove all pop ups and alerts le bah, so if you're viewing pictures, you can click on them and return back to the Update page more easily. Do click on the pictures hor, cause it's really unclear in their current state.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Unleash the heal of the Arena.&lt;/span&gt;&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/19294010-114450232899236657?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114450232899236657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114450232899236657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114450232899236657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114450232899236657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/04/true-updatethis-21-days-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114449542141154121</id><published>2006-04-08T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T19:23:56.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;==============================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Life in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As you scroll, you may want to ponder on exactly what kind of life do i lead in JJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/400/o5s19%20rox..31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The class of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nineteen&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;As we sweat and tire, we support and brighten each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What more can I ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/Cimg8314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/400/Cimg8314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; On our way to Little India to become little indians..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cheers Anyway!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/o5s19%20rox..62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt; The "Front Row Guys" are &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;depesperately&lt;/span&gt; trying to get the attention of the camera at the back of the picture, evoking a purple aura of "i cant stand myself anymore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/gers%20power.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/gers%20power.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gals of Nineteen!! They looked kinda evil though.... muahahahaa~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/willy"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/willy%27s%20lookin%20super%20sianz..1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a full meal at KFC, it's time for a nap.. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/flower%20stuck%20on%20his%20pants..1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/flower%20stuck%20on%20his%20pants..1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Look who's spotted with a flowery butt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Mr Kent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/every1%20is%20so%20tired%20after%20pc...1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/every1%20is%20so%20tired%20after%20pc...1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;time for a rest....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;JJ is nothing but nineteen... &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/19294010-114449542141154121?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114449542141154121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114449542141154121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114449542141154121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114449542141154121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-in-jj-as-you-scroll-you-may-want.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114448506244406716</id><published>2006-04-08T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T16:31:02.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;==============================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;O5S19 BBQ on 25/03/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 461px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="326" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/400/Cimg8564.jpg" width="436" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; The ultimate attempt to get rid of thomas appearing in a picture,&lt;br /&gt;He was supposed to be in the front of the picture, but then in the blink of an eye, all others turned around to face camera 2 and snapped it down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; what sad it he's still in the background!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/CIMG85541.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/CIMG85541.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;  Great games of Twister we enjoyed before and during the BBQ. &lt;br /&gt;the thing is, dont play together with Thomas and Willy, &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;matters will get messy.&lt;/span&gt; =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/CIMG84541.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/CIMG84541.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Family portrait: Clockwise from top left: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grandma, Grandpa, Grandson, Mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/CIMG85851.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/CIMG85851.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A rare photo of the last alive Emporer and his concubines,&lt;br /&gt;just not sure why &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Concubine Choo&lt;/span&gt; appeared so spastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/Cimg8554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/Cimg8554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We welcome a new classmate, Jin Yi, into our class this year. To the right, stands Jie Sheng and Lau Cheng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/Cimg8525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/Cimg8525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;And you thought they were good friends in the above picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/Cimg8509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/Cimg8509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lynn in&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; "I'm not the only one with spastic look"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/1600/Cimg8547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/Cimg8547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A very nice picture of Zhe Mei and Y^3,&lt;br /&gt;spoilt by the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;tee-yien-lookalike-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;david&lt;/span&gt; in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;...having fun but working hard.&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/19294010-114448506244406716?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114448506244406716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114448506244406716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114448506244406716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114448506244406716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/04/o5s19-bbq-on-250306-ultimate-attempt.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114447405193433349</id><published>2006-04-08T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T13:27:32.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;==============================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;guess who's back, back again, Willy's back, back for more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;im back!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;im back!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;im back..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after a 20 days "hiatus", im coming back for more! Actually what really got me to overcome my inertia to start blogging is to see a passer-by's tag on my blog, it goes ": hi... i happen to see your blog by chance.. i like your char... so go for it... jiayou( in whatever you do )".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pleasing comment, i guess, wonder who it could be. Probably someone i know? I'll never find out probably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, think i should explain a lil. I took a break from blogging because i couldnt find anytime to commit to other things besides studies for a while. It was all tutorials, assignments, test, tutorials, revision exercises, assignments and tests and this and that and this. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;. I'm getting so fixated on Mathematics, Chemistry and Physics, and im sucked super dry. but i think, things are going easy for once, so i'll take this opportunity to blog! It'll be in no time that i'll get back, dwelling in books and tutorials again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, just a brief catch up coming up on what activities i failed to blog on because of the hiatus. I dont think i have the perseverence to do full reviews.. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The most prominent one, i guess, would be the barbeque JJ05S19 had on the 25th of March, where i guess it's one of the highest turn-up of the class itself. &gt;20/25. quite amazing, Even Nicho came back from Mars to join us, and Angeline had the Teen titans scene held up to grace the occasion. (because i think she looks and acts like Ravern from Teen Titans). The teachers all pon/missed the event though, we should really demand for MC or parents' letter to officially excuse them for the bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was fun and rather successful even though the whole event did not see through a long period of planning. The idea, plans and everything drawn up in a week, and food was quite rushed out too. Kent got his dad to prepare the All Famous Soon's Family Chicken Wings. Then the others went down to Giant IMM to get the rest of the food, (there's Cheng, JS, Dorae, Lynn and me!) Quite fun and it makes u hail your mum for doing the grocery for the family. It's not an easy task! haha.What wasn't really good was that we had it at peiyin's apartment's bbq pit, which restricts the time allowed for us to linger on, leaving behind tons of foods! We got to leave by 12am, oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh anyway, I left earlier than most of them to make it to yuhui's house to celebrate her dad's birthday! Both her mum and dad were out for a dinner, so everyone gathered at her house first and waited for her parents to return. I guess i was getting a little groggy and crazy from the alcohol i had over at the bbq, so i started cracking very stupid jokes that i find rather amusing, had quite some good laughs over them. Especially the part where we,(Eileen, Me, Jie Ying and ShiQi and Louie) was havings a few rounds of Bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Darn funny to see Qi and Louie launch into a debate on 10-4s and 9-4s after i asked some questions. It is just a simple game! lalala.. okay.. getting drained, dont know what else happened in my life. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So i'll post up the pictures next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm learning how to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19294010-114447405193433349?l=perfetclite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/feeds/114447405193433349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19294010&amp;postID=114447405193433349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114447405193433349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19294010/posts/default/114447405193433349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfetclite.blogspot.com/2006/04/bonjour-guess-whos-back-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>kLite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599324284850029467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114269019389161986</id><published>2006-03-18T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T21:56:33.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Marina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Geishas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/640/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think the turn up for the outing that day was about 17/25 with the presence of two very special teachers, Ms Lang and Ms Eleen Tan. It was a day out at Marina for steamboat, crazy food games, and a late-night movie, Memoirs of a Geisha. And not to forget, the cab trip groupies. Blogged about this event during January or February 2006, just thought pictures speaks louder. But I realised I forgotten to include my own face. Oh well, I think i left out some faces as well, but yah, it was not on purpose. 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19294010.post-114266552154140396</id><published>2006-03-18T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T15:05:21.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/something%27s%20holding.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Controversial&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm one who used to be afraid of being different,&lt;br /&gt;to identify and be myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Until I realised I was being silly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;letting the people around me control me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;moulding me into yet another typicales that they're becoming themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;They call me weirdo, loser, sissy, sucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;when I was trying to set my footings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;They pushed me far out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;back in 2001.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;All started when Sher-loser-man Lim Goofy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;lost his reasonings in a misunderstanding between me and him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;and started the name-calling game (one-sided).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;What was the misunderstanding for, you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;For a simple Literature project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Da*n he screwed my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;but thanks he made me reaslied it's high time to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wake up my idea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I didnt know how to express myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I dont know how to explain my way out the mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I dont know where to find inner peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;A year of loneliness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;you cant imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;A year of searching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;you wont like to endure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Thank goodness for God, Yixin, June.T , Lixin, Wanlin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Benjamin lim, Thomas (forgot the surname, from YHOPE SINGAPORE), Abigail, Geradine, Jane, Sherby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;and many more I failed to identify here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;for being there with me then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;when i was most vulnerable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;In 2002,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I found myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;just a little clearer of who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;They approached me and called me a buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Wow, for all that sissiness I'm displaying they'd agreed with Sherman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;They apologised though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;and I dont hold it against them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;No today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;If not for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Funniest thing is Jian Heng forgot why he even agree with Sherman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;said he was really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Cher Chuan, Shao Yong, Jian Heng, Jeremy, Benjamin, Ken and many more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;came to re-know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Got especially closed with Shao Yong and Cher Chuan and Ken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;They were my brothers man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;So much fun, so much stories, so many memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Already lost them though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;due to my foolishness to give way up my friendships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;for Ken and his desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Lost them dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Misses them dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Really want them back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;but it's an impossibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But I'll not stop trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm closer to opening the very doors to my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;So amazing that some friends are already in there when I'm still on my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I care about the opinions my close/real friends have for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Like that of Hui Ting,Yixin, PeiLi, Thomas Tong, Tong Loong, Kent.s, Cheng Wai, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;L. Jie Sheng, Nicholas Chan, Deric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;and many many many more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm not talking about super close friends though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;as long as I find you real and truthful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I'll listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;They reflect truth and advises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;that i'll heed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I dont bother to explain to those who are clouded with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;what I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;and what I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;For whatever I explain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I seem to be so selfish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;trying to clear my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;in the expense of badmouthing the other person inevitably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;As what history has thought me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm learning from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I'll let the moments you spend with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;explain everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;It's kinda cool though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;even up to this point I've people bad-mouthing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Am I that worth it? haha so honoured man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Latest I heard was that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I was a flirt, desperado and a digusting pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;That I take obscene and seductive pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Personally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;that all you've said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;made me understand more about people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;and moreover you're complimenting my pictures taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1312/1907/320/Dsc08124.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm just comfortable with being myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But so far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've not taken anything to display my you know what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nudity is an art,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;but taking a fully naked shot to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I feel disgusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll like some form of imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;so they'll always be some form of coverage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;So many rumors I'm still hearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;and no, I wont clarify with you who I am attached to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Leave a lil space for imagination,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;isn't that good exercise for your brains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I do explain to people close to me on most issues though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;issues that I think are too complicated to be fathom by one's mind alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;and for the reason that I dont wanna lose anyone dear anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I've learnt to have many pivots in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Not solely on one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;not only on Ken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Whatever people say in attempt to break me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;makes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I guess one of my biggest influence was Britney Spears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-fa
