<?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-1348517077986498500</id><updated>2011-08-14T21:34:44.466+08:00</updated><category term='pet cute'/><category term='None'/><title type='text'>Live Free</title><subtitle type='html'>Your Dreams Are Yours and Yours Alone</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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asked you to come out to play, enjoy, and have fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then at the end of that wonderful day, I stood rooted, staring at you, while you smile at me and asked "you alright?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I replied "Thank-You!" before falling to the ground with my eyes shut close...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when I was admitted and diagnose in the hospital, the doctor says I am having a rare body reaction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that my body is pruning away all of my nerves, good and bad, useful and redundant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that the process is like a reformation of data in the pc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that when I finally wake up, I will be just like a new born, not remembering everything I did before, my friends, my world, my home, my school, my ambition, and most of all, my parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that my personalities will be changed, that I will be a totally different character, maybe worse, maybe better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that the past me, will never be found again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you bury me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-6416970726699539276?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6416970726699539276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=6416970726699539276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6416970726699539276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6416970726699539276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-if-what-if-is-true.html' title='What if... what if is true.'/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-1067150139047188172</id><published>2010-11-16T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:11:08.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Many times I really feel very lonely when in reality, I shouldn't be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have so much to share and so little to listen. &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/1348517077986498500-1067150139047188172?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1067150139047188172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=1067150139047188172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/1067150139047188172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/1067150139047188172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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I am still not happy. Here's a break down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;September 03 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"OOOOHHH finally! It's the hols, I can rest!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;September 14 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"OOOOHHH SHIT! My butt's rotting!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it continues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tian arh!! Why is my life so uncertain! What exactly do i want?!?! -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-8939681081934385041?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8939681081934385041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=8939681081934385041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8939681081934385041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8939681081934385041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-having-my-holidays-now.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-8758781456198255038</id><published>2010-08-31T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:01:00.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I look at you guys, and then I look at them, and then I wonder... &lt;div&gt;Why is the feeling so different? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both groups hold the same name but one group has something missing... why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-8758781456198255038?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8758781456198255038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=8758781456198255038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8758781456198255038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8758781456198255038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-look-at-you-guys-and-then-i-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-5427666981425994315</id><published>2010-08-23T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T13:00:37.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Wave is going to over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-5427666981425994315?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5427666981425994315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=5427666981425994315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5427666981425994315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5427666981425994315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_23.html' title='.'/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-4294948144653487550</id><published>2010-08-01T12:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T12:05:22.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Church bell's ringing. A new month; new beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-4294948144653487550?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4294948144653487550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=4294948144653487550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/4294948144653487550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/4294948144653487550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-7716472014229807781</id><published>2010-07-30T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T19:03:00.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;It started off bad, and ended worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-7716472014229807781?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7716472014229807781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=7716472014229807781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7716472014229807781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7716472014229807781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2010/07/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-4439218866351660035</id><published>2010-07-26T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T01:25:19.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I'm not myself these days. Something happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-4439218866351660035?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4439218866351660035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=4439218866351660035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/4439218866351660035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/4439218866351660035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_26.html' title='.'/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-4246263582675475181</id><published>2010-07-26T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T01:19:24.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;No, you don't get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-4246263582675475181?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4246263582675475181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=4246263582675475181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/4246263582675475181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/4246263582675475181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2010/07/s.html' title='S.'/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-3969294749567802709</id><published>2010-07-21T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:23:42.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Sometimes, I ponder really hard, and then wonder.... am I your friend, or am I just another acquaintance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-3969294749567802709?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3969294749567802709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=3969294749567802709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3969294749567802709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3969294749567802709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_21.html' title='.'/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-6171797222497797285</id><published>2010-07-13T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:35:40.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet cute'/><title type='text'>Me pet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_myLGVDHFxIg/TDxrpz2mW1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/bg7jmynkxdI/Me%20pet%21_img_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_myLGVDHFxIg/TDxrpz2mW1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/bg7jmynkxdI/Me%20pet%21_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer; width: 320px height: 240px; " height="240px" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My new pet!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-6171797222497797285?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6171797222497797285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=6171797222497797285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6171797222497797285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6171797222497797285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2010/07/me-pet.html' title='Me pet!'/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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I may be selfish, but that's who I am. If you don't like it, please say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just want to know where I stand. There is no shame about your marks. I am not ashamed of what I get... I hope you guys won't too. If you're too sensitive with the marks you get, it means you are restricting yourself. I don't want to restrict myself. I want people to know what I got... 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I just realised I watched the best movie of dreamworks online. Am I stupid?? I wanted to watch it in the IMAX.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-3960937688959954822?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3960937688959954822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=3960937688959954822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3960937688959954822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3960937688959954822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2010/04/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-1487782822679633690</id><published>2010-04-05T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:37:16.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am blogging again!! OH MY GOD?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, set jokes aside. Let's get down to business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kayyy~, sooo everybody have been so in to this "how to train your dragon" movie right? I am so damn intrigued by it. Soooo, I decided that I have to watch this in 3D IMAX! The posters were pasted every corner and every streets of Singapore so I got even more excited. I was even more excited when I managed to get my sister to tag along with me! So hell ya, I went back home and searched this IMAX thing, expecting it to be Singapore's omni theatre. Turns out, there are NO specific IMAX theatre available in SINGAPORE except for the omni theatre, WHICH does not offer any other kind of movies except 2 freaking documentary show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much to my disappointment, I decided that I will have to watch that particular movie 3D IN the cinema. Needless to say, my dear sister agreed to watch it with me again even though it will be her 2nd time. Soooo, that day sis told me she will be doing some boring induction programme and may or may not be able to attend to the movie base on the ending time of the induction programme. I waited and waited and finally.... I was unable to resist my sheer temptation and decided i could wait no more. So I on-ed my angelic white laptop and went in search for the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAN was the movie super awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOY did I regret not watching it in the theatres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just so you know, I really thought there wasn't any IMAX theatre in Singapore until just now. The discovery centre has one. WHYYY?! Of all times, I found the IMAX after I watched the movie? What the hell is this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1348517077986498500-1487782822679633690?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1487782822679633690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=1487782822679633690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/1487782822679633690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/1487782822679633690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-blogging-again-oh-my-god-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-7568646369612255202</id><published>2010-03-25T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:45:21.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When a the life is altered and all things change, it is scary. But what's scarier is the future, for we know nothing of what is and will be happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is deciding to send my grandma to the old folks, yet I don't feel a single bit of sympathy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-7568646369612255202?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7568646369612255202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=7568646369612255202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7568646369612255202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7568646369612255202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-the-life-is-altered-and-all-things.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-401903525528557885</id><published>2010-02-01T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:34:35.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must not disgrace my parents any more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-401903525528557885?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/401903525528557885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=401903525528557885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/401903525528557885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/401903525528557885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-must-not-disgrace-my-parents-any-more.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-8453798702691444047</id><published>2010-01-01T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:03:34.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello 2010!&lt;br /&gt;My, why do I so not look forward to you?! The year starts off with work. Nothing else but work. This year's CNY would most probably suck. My exam lies straight after it. How will I enjoy it? Sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh yeah, I bought myself a last gift for 2009. Itouch is a seriously powerful small damned thing!!! Helps alot for now, like organizing things. Really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-8453798702691444047?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8453798702691444047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=8453798702691444047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8453798702691444047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8453798702691444047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010-my-why-do-i-so-not-look.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-7469080076959666646</id><published>2009-12-19T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:31:22.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay for Christmas. I think of all the holidays, Christmas is the best. Although Singapore doesn't snow, i can still feel a great Christmas spirit. I hope this Christmas, i could at least spend it with the people closest to me. My family will be at Shang Hai, seems like it will be pretty impossible. I still wish i can at least celebrate it with my closest friend. I want to count down for Christmas. I want to exchange gifts. I want to get dirty and give my best smile to every single person i can see. Christmas is the only giving holiday in Singapore. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New year's reaching. Alot to do. Resolution to accomplish. New goals to look forward. I've been thinking. My New year resolution for next year is to change my attitude. I also want to learn the things normal boys learn and do. I want to strive better result and do more than just a haggard children educator. I want to forget those that no longer stay in my heart. I need to learn to step in to the shoes of another. That's a lot to do. Hopefully all will be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-7469080076959666646?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7469080076959666646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=7469080076959666646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7469080076959666646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7469080076959666646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/12/yay-for-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-6227549530063672020</id><published>2009-12-10T20:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:24:08.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel really good today. I felt the meaning of unity today after accomplishing the video taking. The sense of satisfaction is so great when you can enjoy it with the others who will feel the same as you. Our video made the audiences laughed throughout as what we had planned. I can't say I put in a lot of effort, but it was really fun during the videoing process. Although it may be stressful to think that there'll be a great deal of work following up, it was still fun. I may even say memorable.  There's a reason why I can keep laughing when we watch the video, one after another, repeat and repeat. The video made me remember all the funny things that happened during the videoing process, especially the fun talk and grapes to spice things up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These guys rock seriously. I know everyone will think their videos are the best, but i just want to boast about mine too, MY GROUP HAS THE BEST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-6227549530063672020?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6227549530063672020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=6227549530063672020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6227549530063672020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6227549530063672020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-really-good-today.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-5881922986162141261</id><published>2009-11-21T18:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:06:37.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Sometimes i wonder... was i always toyed with by people around me, or did i caused it myself. &lt;div&gt;But why do most problems end up as disappointment to myself? The more i read, the more i ponder.. the more i get fed up the more i get upset the more i get disappointment. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I went to watch paranormal activities with YanJun. I WAS FORCED down to the cinema with 2 whole set of burger king behind my back. I exaggerate but  the meaning is there. I have trauma watching horror movie already and this girl dragged my down to the ticketing after the sing song session. At least i pee-ed before i went in. It was horrible inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie started without us knowing. Seriously, how can a movie start just like that without notice! But we realise the movie started only a minute or so later. The how movie was filmed casually, as if there was no director and its situated only around a house. Super cool i tell you! I was soooo brave!!! I wasn't scared at all; i learnt the technique of coverage. This is one of the horror movie i wish to watch again! A REALLY NICE MOVIE NO REGRETS!!! Should watch!!! It's very fun to watch!! Especially when your theatre is filled with people all cramping at the back. It's cosy! Then this group of people is cool, THEY SHOUT YOU KNOW!!! Not only that, THEY LAUGH TOO, and they laugh after they got shocked! SUPER SHIOK! Me love, now go watch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes yes yes! I got a really funny joke to tell. 2, not 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;What does the panda wants most?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A COLOURED PICTURE!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHARHAR HAR HAR HAR!!!! DAMN FUNNY RIGHT?! PANDA WANTS TO BE COLOURED!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next one! Next one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What did the chicken buy at the market?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pok---Pokpokpokpokpok--- PORK PORKA pok pok pok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAA *SNORT* WHEEZE WHEEZE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Aiya, the blog tell not funny enough. Come find me i sure make it colder than this. BOOYA rockon!&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/1348517077986498500-5881922986162141261?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5881922986162141261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=5881922986162141261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5881922986162141261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5881922986162141261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-6056096184605698943</id><published>2009-11-07T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:57:56.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People pour too much in to me. At first i thought i could take it, but i guess i dont even understand myself good enough. I feel like i am going to overflow, there's too many things inside me. I guess i did, and i did the worst thing a human can do. Yeah, i betrayed a friend. Actually not just one, but quite a few. I am really sorry. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't make a good friend. But come to think of it, no one's ever by my side when i overflow. I say the wrong things at wrong times, and all i can do after that is apologise. People talk to me about things, and all i can do is absorb and listen. And the next moment, i say things out by accident. I feel like im gonna explode anytime. There's still so many... so many many inside my head. This is the worst lost i've made in years. Why do i feel my heart ache so much? Why am i crying? Guilt has always been written all over my face. But no one gets to see it. They still get close to me without knowing the risk. How many more will i lose in the future? I've always wished i'm a time traveller, i've always wished to sleep and dream my way away forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's driving me crazy. Being afraid of living, both the pain and laughter. Its ironic. How dangerous the world can be even with your closest people. Being afraid of losing even when you laugh along. Being afraid of mistakes as you listen. Being afraid of saying as you speak. Yeah, i am also another paranoid person. I now believe that friendship is a very fragile thing. I've lost at least 6friends this month. Its only the 7th day of the month, and still counting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is wrong with me? How will i survive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sorry to all i have hurt. I am even shameful of myself. I've been a very ugly friend to you all. I know... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-6056096184605698943?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6056096184605698943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=6056096184605698943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6056096184605698943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6056096184605698943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/11/people-pour-too-much-in-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-4308965571817751140</id><published>2009-11-05T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:21:17.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am totally torn today man. Worn out, knock out KO. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, today i blog because i want to say some of my friends in my course are seriously fucked up. I dont see why they can make a big fuss of everything especially when they aren't the ones getting hurt at all. Hey come on, i go home almost everyday with at least a bruise on either my leg or shoulder. Now that is what i call getting HURT, like physically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can swear to anyone i dont give any solid BAD insult to ANYBODY before. I only annoy, i know. I thought almost everybody annoys, maybe i do exceptionally too much then. But again, is that a good reason to flame me off?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wdf larh, i seriously find some girls too tiring to handle, especially when guys like me live to perform and entertain. Yes i know, being stupid in other words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-4308965571817751140?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4308965571817751140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=4308965571817751140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/4308965571817751140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/4308965571817751140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-totally-torn-today-man.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-7294231930155732529</id><published>2009-10-24T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T02:58:23.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont need to count the days i havent blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna blog about something like a month ago. I can't really remember what's the reason for going out, but me, tina and huiting agreed to go eat at ashton. A super imba location to have dinner lunch, whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay straight away jump to the point, the both of them bought me a pop pop keh jacket. The ayam brand jacket. I dont know how to spell the actual name. I can't pronounce it either. I think ANY singaporeans who knows how to pronounce it, is gifted. Like how did it become branded goods when I dont even know how to pronounce it. Amazing. ENLIGHTEN ME PLEASE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i am SO proud to wear it. This year's the best birthday EVER! 18th birthday is totally imba! This is one of a kind memory that's gonna be etched deep inside my dumb brain for life man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ETERNITY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, before they bought me the jacket, they intended to make it a surprise. They initially wanted to buy me a bottle, secretly. I didn't know they wanted to get me anything, but they brought me to the bottle section anyway. Each bottle cost a bloody blood sucking cash of 50+ dollars! Crazy. Not worth my smelly money. So i said " bottles, i reuse will do, so expensive. I drop and it'll break." Upon this sentence, they scrammed away from the section like tiny mice. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i was tired from all the girl shopping, so i requested to sit down. That was when they bought me the jacket. Super sweet of them huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, i just uploaded a new song. Deep impact, written by a high and crazy vocalist. Total change of my life, im gonna help the needs, and make myself dirty! I'm gonna study hard and get a good cert. Im gonna mature myself to take plane flights to help the children in need. Im gonna share my lives with them and show them the meaning of fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-7294231930155732529?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7294231930155732529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=7294231930155732529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7294231930155732529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7294231930155732529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi-i-dont-need-to-count-days-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-8695023569121827093</id><published>2009-09-19T23:52:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:07:54.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr 18~!</title><content type='html'>There are some feelings that are really unexplainable. Feelings such as the one I felt today. I can totally say this is THE BEST birthday celebration I've had recieved from ANY friends for years! One of the day I've yearn since the day I stepped into secondary school. Imagine, people who once bullied you like crap down to shit, split you slowly into pieces, and then scram off laughing their asses away, NOW celebrating your birthday with you, congratulating you, &lt;div&gt;AND LAUGHING TOGETHER with you. That's one of the most amazing part of life. In fact, I call it really touching!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's a friend who barely knows you for only 4 years; 2 years lesser then the others. Helps to organize an event for not only a gathering, but also a birthday celebration! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, that feeling! Considering the time and effort to spam off messages to people and tolerate some questions! I really couldn't explain anything about it! It's just that touch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just when you thought they call you to ask about your favourite fruits just to end off the celebration with a cake, they actually made one themselves! AND NOT JUST make made. Make made, fail, throw, make again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UNTIL IT WORKS OUT! UNTIL THE TASTE IS RIGHT, UNTIL SATISFACTION, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there friends, friendSSS, whom you seldom really contact with, ALL SPAMMING YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU AT ONE GO! ALL! ALTOGETHER! That satisfaction, to think that there are so many friends who make you glow, who makes your presence that bright and meaningful. To think that I thought I was always in my very own world, creating my own structures, when people are actually out there supporting me morally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there is this friend, who is now overseas for studies, scribbles a HAPPY BIRTHDAY text to you on your wall. And adds on, "can I have your address?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M NOT DONE YET!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another one, who has always say you're her best friend. But is going for a Vietnam business trip, but said she will celebrate a 1 on 1 celebration for you birthday when she comes back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's this one, who also say I'm the bestest buddy, send me massive messages WORD by WORD for each message. A total of 7 messages. NOT only that, she dragged down her boyfriend too! AND he sent me a total of 19 messages, just after the 7. And just when you think the matter ends here,you're wrong! The couple even shared money to buy me a WHITE shirt from FOX for my birthday!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more, she's so close to me that we call each other brother and sister because we hold the same surname, same birth month, somewhat same personality, somewhat same favourites. Said she's gonna go to sentosa just to kill me because of the lie, but didn't! And not only that, she made my day so worth! Crapped and laughed with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there are other friends, who couldnt make it for the gathering because of work and other stuffs, rush down for dinner with me, just after they're done with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this friend, TOOK LAST MIN LEAVE, just to celebrate birthday with me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M NOT DONE! Don't you dare leave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then when we're dining together at the evening, I knew I made exceptionally lame stupid jokes or movement. Something that makes people look =.= BUT they all still laugh together. NOT just laughing, BUT natural laughs! And when I see all the smile, giggles and laughs from my friends, I think I just melt. It's like we filled the whole place with happiness! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I'll lose a few lives today because of the lie, but nothing actually happened. The person I thought would MOST likely wouldn't turn up, turned up. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;The person whom I wish never turns up NEVER TURNED UP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you. LOVE YOU ALL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Goh Bing Xue LOVES ALL MY FRIENDS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I BIPBOP BIPBOP YOU! [Hand signing it]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i owe alot of people alot alot alot. So much that I don't even want to think about it. It's like they don't expect anything from me at all! I didn't even congratulate some  of them during their birthday, I dont send some of the closer ones any gifts, I don't make them feel as if their birthday has been meaningful, BUT YET, they still did this for me. I seriously owe too much. I have to say sorry to those they knew should have expected it. I'm sorry. I really am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all the good times you have given me. Thanks for being with me even when i was not with you. Thanks for cherishing me. Thanks for all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am one, you are my all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-8695023569121827093?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8695023569121827093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=8695023569121827093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8695023569121827093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8695023569121827093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/09/mr-18.html' title='mr 18~!'/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-1849617500332490969</id><published>2009-09-19T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:38:23.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KUAKUA KUAAAAA~~~~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All got so excited when you heard i broke up with a girlfriend right???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHAHAHAHA its all a hoax! None of such things happened. I made the story myself. Cool shit right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now come kill mee!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and please man, at least wish me a HAPPY BRITHDAY before you lay your hands on me. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wishes, NO TOUCHIE. Screw you if you touch me without wishing. I'll bullshit on you when the time is correct. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the first person eligible to make the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;FIRST BLOOD &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-style: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;is TinaGoh. I can feel her fuyo here already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;T.T Die die die~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TIME BOMB TICKS~ tick tock tick! tick tock tick tock tick tock tick.... says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i got free pass to sentosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turner says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ok ok ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TIME BOMB TICKS~ tick tock tick! tick tock tick tock tick tock tick.... says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*OKAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turner says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*nb..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*3 dollars only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TIME BOMB TICKS~ tick tock tick! tick tock tick tock tick tock tick.... says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*im offering one to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turner says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*why u got free?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*REALLY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TIME BOMB TICKS~ tick tock tick! tick tock tick tock tick tock tick.... says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*since you say "only 3$"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*then forget it lor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turner says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*MOFO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I WANT LA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*3 BUCK I CAN BUY ICECREAM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TIME BOMB TICKS~ tick tock tick! tick tock tick tock tick tock tick.... says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*3$ only what^o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turner says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*tsk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*u sure dun step on my toes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-1849617500332490969?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1849617500332490969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/09/show-encrypted-text_17.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-5020271267051619936</id><published>2009-09-15T23:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:52:58.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('lQYMVWuY')"&gt;Show encrypted text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="lQYMVWuY" 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title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-3755440852346281663</id><published>2009-09-15T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:48:05.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;Sigh, i can't believe life is that difficult. Now I know the meaning of heart broken. I can't believe how much water i can flood the room with.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;GIRLS ARE SOOO TIRING!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, Joey suggested me to go M18 movies before i turn 18! Gate crashing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to do more stupid things before another mature year comes! I believe i'm maturing slowly, aren't I? I know i am! So cut the crap. I need to do more immature stuffs before I become a mature 18 year old. More suggestion please? Ask me to do anything! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like like like, like what? Eat noodles through the nose? Use ice creams as facial? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOHOO should be fun! Hey, people use chocolates as facial, ice creams does the same then. Most probably people will regard me as an alien after the session. More pimples heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;And this paragraph is specially written for a special someone!&lt;div&gt;I am already that heart broken, I seriously do not need speeches that ugly from you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Miss Tina Goh Yun Siu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, i've been feeling that down each day i woke up. I barely survived such a bad incident and there you are stabbing me after i got one huge stab from the one i loved. Please man! Give me a break will you?! It's really annoying when someone you thought was pretty close to you be pretty irksome at the wrong times. GROW UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-3755440852346281663?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3755440852346281663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=3755440852346281663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3755440852346281663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3755440852346281663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh-i-cant-believe-life-is-that_2822.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-3985766808068323808</id><published>2009-09-13T20:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:43:02.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I BROKE UP WITH MY GIRLFRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;Yesterday was an extremely terrible day. I honestly don't understand how girls think. I've been thinking alot today. Girls can just knock boys out whenever they want to. I'm really tired. And I really have no idea what went wrong.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I know, I'm not a very powerful, loving, romantic whatever shit you call guy. But come on! You slut should know your own will and limits to. You god damn it broke up with me with what reasons?! The holy to the crap down to earth and hell reason. Top to bottom, head to toe. Who do you take me for huh?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, my girlfriend, or now to say, ex broke up with the god damned me. With what reasons?! She say whenever she goes out with me, we'll only spend time walking around North Point. She claims that she'd been walking North Point for like over the limit. She's sick of it already. She's eaten all the food from there for like dunno how many countless times. Told me she can even name every single food name offered. Hey! So what? Is that reasonable enough to break up with a guy you love? Bullshit! I'm not angry, I'm just frustrated. What have i done wrong? Can't you tell me?! It isn't my fault that golden village offers lousy facilities is it? I find it really convenient. No one watches cinema there; we can have the whole theatre ourselves! Not romantic enough?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My GF keeps comparing me with her ex. Kept saying that she wished she had a rich boyfriend like so and so and the @#$%^@^ and that @#^@. So missed them then why dont you goddam ask them to patch back? Accepted that you're not too good looking enough huh?! So much so that im you last option is it? Come on! Everytime i go out with you, you'll drain away every penny i have with me. It's already a very good reason why i stay in North Point. Because i'm not rich and i get broke VERY easily. All thanks to who?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww, you kept saying how much you love me whenever i bought you something. It's just motivation for me to get you new stuffs right? How stupid of you. Think i don't know your intentions?! I've always been the one who wanted to break up with you. Only that i didn't know the proper way to do so. Its sooo thank goodness you sounded out. Smack back and swim away you little faggot maggot. Hopefully some cockeye guy sees you and gives you the hell you deserves. You're down to Earth's hell man! And don't shit on me! Just get a diaper.&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-3985766808068323808?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3985766808068323808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=3985766808068323808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3985766808068323808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3985766808068323808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-broke-up-with-my-girlfriend-i-am.html' title='I BROKE UP WITH MY GIRLFRIEND'/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-7596812424800877286</id><published>2009-08-18T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:34:51.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realise something. How many friends have just walked out of my life soundlessly? How long have it been? I think life is really unpredictable. I've got a friend who's already gotten married and will be leaving Singapore forever. Her husband is a Caucasian. And he lives in an isolated village. Most probably i'll never see her again. I've got another friend who's going to beijing for 6 long months. Half a year man! HALF A YEAR!!! The ironic part is, she just lives opposite my block, but we rarely meet. So near...yet so far. I'ld have grown alot when she finally comes back. Will definitely hold a big bang when she's back. 6 whole months. I'll be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i've got another friend. We were in the same chinese tuition class since primary6. We watched each other grow. I left the class when i was sec 4 because i really loathe chinese language. Contacted little since, and he graduated 1 year earlier than me, that's when we lost contact. And guess what? I saw him in ngee ann. The most awkward part was, we sat on the same bus to school. THE WHOLE JOURNEY! And he's like either just sitting beside me, sitting infront of me or standing beside me. We didn't even make eye contact. Like as if we've nv met before. How scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's another friend, same school too. But i've nv met him at all. I can meet other friends by coincidence all the time. But not him. I don't know what's going on. It's as if he's hiding at a corner. I need a kit kat. I want a break. Poly is giving me hell and some of my poly mates are just so bloody annoying. What's wrong with the eyes? Should i dig it out and wash it with detergent for them? Freaking blind. I have to guess everything. I have to guess if they are true to me or not, whether if they're actually helping me or putting my foot into the damned grave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-7596812424800877286?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7596812424800877286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=7596812424800877286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7596812424800877286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7596812424800877286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-realise-something.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-6196006245837723694</id><published>2009-07-20T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:37:20.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess these few days im at a blogging frenzy. No idea why, just felt like blogging more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's something wrong with me. My knee's still bleeding occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;Am I gonna die from profuse bleeding?! I don't feel weak though, i feel just fine. Probably if i bleed more i'll shrink =D that'd be really great. Bleed! Bleed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing... i can't concentrate. Gotta concentrate if i wanna graduate. I've got 5 projects with me now, all due in 3 weeks time, AND IM STILL PLAYING THAT GRANDCHASE GAME! Someone kind enough, please smack me on my head. I know there are many kind people who are more than willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the disappointing part, there's no square hat for poly graduates. THAT'S LIKE FRIGGING SAD MAN! I want the square thing on my head T.T I dont wanna earn it only after 5 years after i graduate from poly. That's a hell lot of my life. I've wasted enough already. I want the robe, I WANT THAT HAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-6196006245837723694?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6196006245837723694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=6196006245837723694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6196006245837723694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6196006245837723694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-guess-these-few-days-im-at-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-8548404023720661578</id><published>2009-07-19T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:45:39.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can be a fortune teller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so stupid i fell off my bike today. And it's like i anticipitated it because i knew i will be falling but i did nothing about it until the very last moment. It was too late to finally move my long lanky legs to reach for the ground. My knee caps bled like bloody hell. There was this uncle a stones throw away sitting on a public bench smoking. I turned around to him and gave him the "i need help" eyes but all he did was sit back and smoke his cigar. I wanted to say something bad in the blog about him, but i guess he's too old to move. Didn't offer a hand. The best thing is, my bike chain fell off and i didn't have the energy to replace it so i walked home, with my knees bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i predicted today is bad, and SEE it IS bad. Now i have to go to the childcare with this bloody knee and the kids are gonna ask me why i got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason! Reason! Reason!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-8548404023720661578?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8548404023720661578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=8548404023720661578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8548404023720661578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8548404023720661578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-can-be-fortune-teller.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-5130862669711615113</id><published>2009-07-18T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:27:25.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a really happy day. I like it very much indeed (SERIOUSLY NO BEING SARCASTIC). Basically my aim for the day was to get to the concert I promised YingXiu i would appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought to have a good long rest because i slept pretty late the previous night, or practically today morning. And lo and behold! Joey gave me an afternoon call. Broke my marvellous dream land and shatter it into meaningless thousand million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey asked me to go church, I said okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i took my time, went to grumps house and then beepbeep down to bukit panjang. Got down at around the same time as joey and her cousin (different routes to the same destination). Church was pretty meaningful today, talked about our passion which i agree to a certain extend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO GRATEFUL WE SKIPPED CELLGROUP! I think cell is like one of the most boring and meaningless stretagies to pull the christians together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate mac's later, nothing much there, so i'm gonna move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our move down to bukit batok, joey got urgent and need to relief herself so she went to the ladies. I stood outside cause i wasn't urgent. Just beside the washroom was a jewelery shop. May i know what the hell is wrong with just peering closely to the diamonds behind glass? Just as i stick my forehead on the glass, a promoter walked swiftly towards me and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS LUDICROUSLY SCARY YOU KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;All i did was stick my head on glass, the next moment you knew, someone just pops beside you. Wdh, i still need to force out a crappy smile and leave. You go BX!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So joey and i took different directions in the mrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told baoling to meet me at jurongeast 1st cabin heading towards clementi. She was going to the concert with me. She ended up in the last, and just nice the train came. I told her not to go in and walk towards the first cabin. She went into the train and walked to the first cabin and realise i was outside the train when it left. I told her to stay at clementi. THANK GOODNESS she stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;Cute girl eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got of the station and walked over to the bus stop. Marcus called. He's in ngeeann and asked me how to get home by the 171 bus. Went personally down to ngeeann to help just to know he didnt answer my calls later until i called bs. He finally knew how to get home by 171, waste time. Didn't meet him either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Skips"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached nanyang girls high, who hosted the concert. I wasn't practically looking forward to the concert. Yingxiu's mother requested i go. So i did as respect. Yingxiu knew i wouldn't wanna go too, so she didn't ask me. Needless to say, i was happy she was happy when she knew i was going. Since i stepped out of the bus and stepping into the school, i thought it was time for me to anticipate the concert. So i did. I thought i was some kind of string concert by the sp students. String as in violins, guitar, piano etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, the whole hall was filled with elder people. And the pamphlet was filled with chinese word which i gave up reading. Nonetheless, i still look forward to the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert started... Opera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home after the concert. That's when the climax happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus, i saw my pri school friends, yuanlin and ezabella. I crapped with yuanlin and ignored bell basically because she's with her parents. Neyomi was there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back under my block were 2 babarians spitting with an abundant supply of saliva all over the void deck. Wei yang and boon kiang. Thanks alot arh. Crapped again.&lt;br /&gt;It rained today, i love rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love today. Tomorrow may just suck, how many projects do i have? Oh, 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-5130862669711615113?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5130862669711615113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=5130862669711615113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5130862669711615113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5130862669711615113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-really-happy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-4121617445834345765</id><published>2009-07-14T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:42:53.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got motivated in doing something man! It's a good motivation. My cousin sister just graduated and went fully insane after that. She can giggle out of no where like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;I want to graduate fast to show her how to graduate properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I want to graduate as quick as possible. Unlike in the secondary school, I so yearn to get out of poly and move on to uni is possible. I got movtivated to work hard. I want that square square hat to be on mine, and only mine! So my parents have to buy the graduation set no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will graduate after 3 years. I WILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I forgot, i have a life long technique to teach my friends in a train ride. You can apply it ONLY in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;You're on your way home from somewhere, and you couldn't get a sit. You felt tired because it's the end of the day. The best part is, you're totally falling asleep. Very simple. To get a sit fast, find your best slot, and sit infront of the slot you want to sit one. The person on that seat is bound to leave in less than 5 min. Clap please. I've done it many times and it'd worked multiply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-4121617445834345765?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4121617445834345765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=4121617445834345765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/4121617445834345765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/4121617445834345765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-got-motivated-in-doing-something.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-7569207441035941726</id><published>2009-07-12T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:37:45.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been updating for like a century.&lt;br /&gt;Practically nothing to blog about school. It's B er BORING. Secondary school life is like a million over timeS better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the next interesting stuff that is gonna happen is when somebody takes me on a thrill ride to another horror theatre. Wooh, that would be something to talk about! I'm not hinting anyone to bring me out to any horror movies. I'm assuming that Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IS &lt;/span&gt;one of the horror horror gore gore movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing that can ever happen to ME is to go to school, and whining to search for my sec school friends. Come on man! That the most most most painful times of my life, especially when I am wandering about with people i assume are practically fakes. Fako are like too easy to spot. Thankfully the three in my group are more truthful. I'd just die there if these mates are one of the worse one. Pukes dried blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog again soon. I know i'm boring. AND screw presentation. Worse case of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-7569207441035941726?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7569207441035941726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=7569207441035941726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7569207441035941726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7569207441035941726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/07/havent-been-updating-for-like-century.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-5162081901013972049</id><published>2009-07-04T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:26:11.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to update, I need to update, I need to update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, updated my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-5162081901013972049?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5162081901013972049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=5162081901013972049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5162081901013972049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5162081901013972049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-to-update-i-need-to-update-i.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-2797339238510765053</id><published>2009-06-08T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:31:43.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was at his cremation today. It's the last chance i could walk a journey with him. We took the bus offered after a short walk. Our bus was just behind Dixon's bus. During the bus ride to the cremation centre, Hui Ting told me this that impacted me.&lt;br /&gt;"In front is our friend, who is going to be burned. The thought of that made me cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the cremation was the most heart aching and unbearable one. His close one were all sobbing badly. They shouted " Dixon! Dixon quickly run away quickly! Dixon quickly run! Find your mummy! Mummy will take care of you! Faster Dixon! Go find mummy. Mummy take care of you. The fire is coming! Faster run Dixon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a massive break down after that. Everyone couldn't hold their tears. It just rolled down. I regretted alot. I truly am sorry Dixon. Please for give me.&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot accept the fact you're really gone in reality. You'll still be alive in my heart... all our hearts i can say. We all miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna regret anymore. Friends out there, please hear this. Shout the next sentence out loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;"BING XUE LOVES YOU ALL"&lt;br /&gt;No more regrets please, no more impacts... i can take no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-2797339238510765053?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2797339238510765053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=2797339238510765053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/2797339238510765053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/2797339238510765053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-at-his-cremation-today.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-7595573792473584069</id><published>2009-06-08T21:23:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:33:10.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="000000"&gt;Dixon, i'm sorry. I am really sorry. I wasn't a good friend. I was bad. And i regretted alot alot. I know this wont change anything but i have the urge i need to do it. I regretted not having attended your birthday. I regretted not having to help in situations i could help you in. But you shouldn't have made me pay this way. I really miss you badly. It's the first time a friend made me cry to sleep. Day and night i just see your face, charming smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not attending your birthday party, its a regret for life. I could've been able to go. But i just said i couldn't without even having to bother about asking my parents. Because i guessed i couldn't go so i didn't bother. I thought there could always be another chance to see you. I never knew that would have been my last. My worst regret till now. I miss you. I wasn't a good friend. I want you back. It's pain. You have no idea how much pain you've caused to so many people.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-7595573792473584069?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7595573792473584069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=7595573792473584069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7595573792473584069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7595573792473584069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/06/dixon-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-3585967614749462121</id><published>2009-06-07T11:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:23:41.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="000000"&gt;Argh! I don't feel good. I keep thinking something is now missing inside me. I feel sad. I feel angry! I don't know why. I'm missing him. He shouldn't have left this early. The good things were just starting to happen. Why do i keep seeing him smile in my mind?.. He's got such a charming smile. I don't want him to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me before, he didn't want to wash his school shoes because his mother put something on his shoes to make it white. He said he wanted to study. His father doted him. He made his father proud. He gotten into a poly despite being home schooled and expelled.&lt;br /&gt;The good things happened... He scored well for O levels, he passed his motor license, people celebrated his birthday, his girlfriend was with him for years, and then this happen. I don't like life. It's miserable. I still do not know the purpose of living. This really suck.&lt;br /&gt;He's got no idea how many people was affected. He's got no idea how much i'm gonna miss him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-3585967614749462121?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3585967614749462121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=3585967614749462121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3585967614749462121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3585967614749462121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/06/argh-i-dont-feel-good.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-6362744091883348856</id><published>2009-06-06T18:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:19:19.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell...</title><content type='html'>He who reunites with his mother will be respected and remembered...&lt;br /&gt;6th June 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll always be in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Death is not the greatest loss in life.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live."&lt;br /&gt;Norman cousins quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-6362744091883348856?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6362744091883348856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=6362744091883348856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6362744091883348856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6362744091883348856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-who-reunites-with-his-mother-will-be.html' title='Farewell...'/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-1723332777750505577</id><published>2009-05-31T21:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:06:22.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SO GONNA RANT NOW!</title><content type='html'>Oh, so people criticize ugly people is it? Is that the only thing in you people's mind? You think you're so damn good isn't it? Well let me tell you one thing, you are so totally gonna fail in life. You don't know the meaning of accepting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean what's wrong with ugly people? Are they not like any other humans? Jealous much about susan bolye, the ugly person who gets to get famous just by being ugly? Oh, i so want to see you going into that show with just the looks. What talent do you people have? Turd for show. Such fagots. You wont even get through Simon's fat ass comment. So just go home and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Susan Boyle. Honestly, i'm not a big fan of her, however i seriously think she should have won this whole damn thing of britains' got talent. Come on, now that's talent, and she's the one who showed the world not to be afraid to tell people of your dreams and work on it. Yeah, she doesn't have the looks. So what? She's got the correct attitude. Do you? If you don't, you jolly well shut that fucking dispicable mouth of yours. Who i am to tell people off like that? Well let me tell you, i am just any ordinary humans who tries hard to survive in society just like what you do! Eh, some celebrities are such a bitch. Yeah you're a celeb, big deal! That doesn't mean you get to say that she's ugly so she cannot be in the competition. The title of this competition is call "britains' got TALENT" you godammit dumb assess. You just like any other ordinary humans. You're just like me you dummy! Dont tell me you're born through the mouth of a cow or a pig. Now that's what i call special. A pig/cow vomited you out. Cool ain't it. If that's not the case, i'd suggest you zip up your sausage. Don't try to defend yourself because you're so dumb you compared yourself with another who WILL be 100times better than you in future. You be looking up on her and she'll be looking DOWN on you. Man i can't wait for that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell do you care about grading people?! Especially UGLY people! Oh, i have the rightful reason to care about it because i believe i am ugly. You grade people just because you think you look so damn good? Or is it because you merely looked better? Either way, you're still a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't agree with me? Come on! Bombs away! I wanna see if you've got what it takes. If not, you better fuck off discriminator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: YOU is not referring to any body unless you think Susan Boyle is one fatass who should have long disappeared from the talent show. If you've got that big guts to say that, you jolly well leave your name here.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i am absolutely pissed to the max right now. I bite. And wipe that ugly smile off your face you bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-1723332777750505577?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1723332777750505577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=1723332777750505577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/1723332777750505577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/1723332777750505577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-so-gonna-rant-now.html' title='I AM SO GONNA RANT NOW!'/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-7445092862159035719</id><published>2009-05-11T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:03:00.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ye! My blog's alive again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing pretty much happened these days. Nothing practically happen these days. But there's this extremely amazing word my friends in ECH using. It's super funny i tell you. They say the meaning is nevermind. And the word is "nehmind". DAMN FUNNY WHEN YOU SHOUT IT OUT!! The girls in my class is uber i hip. Alot of different characteristics and full of enthusiasm attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the not so nice part. I've got feelings about some people not liking me. I'm not sure about it, but then again, i'm the childish kind of guy and it'll be hard for them to accept. It took my secondary school mates 3 years before i got accepted i think. It's a really long time man. Thank god we have 5 years to spend together. But poly life only have 3years! I can't possibly spend 3 years to make them accept me man! That's so crazy. And damn! They don't really speak up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything else to say T.T I broke my DS just yesterday, and my printing is bitching with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ONE! WORKS FOR ME YOU DUMBASS PRINTER!! I'm NOT fooling with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-7445092862159035719?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7445092862159035719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=7445092862159035719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7445092862159035719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7445092862159035719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/05/ye-my-blogs-alive-again-nothing-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-6320059798845063404</id><published>2009-04-26T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:43:03.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally~!~&lt;br /&gt;1000 unread emails. 3 Years to get into this state. Keep it coming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why the hell is my song shortened! Screw copyrights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-6320059798845063404?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6320059798845063404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=6320059798845063404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6320059798845063404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6320059798845063404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-1000-unread-emails.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-5231617969437773320</id><published>2009-04-25T10:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:31:39.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, so i haven't been blogging for a week or so. There is alot to blog about. So hopefully i may be able to compress everything down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day1 of school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1st day of lecture&lt;br /&gt;I went in to my lecture theatre, i see eyes after eyes staring at me. Right, I was NOT late. In fact, i was on time. Nonetheless, i walked down the stairs and saw a row of boys sitting together. Almost immediately, he stretched out his hand and introduced himself. I was super shocked. I wondered, "WHY DIDNT YOU DO THIS DURING THE INDUCTION PROGRAMME" yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I was alone the whole of induction. So i got to know 3boys and 1 girl in 15min. Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2hrs later, lecture ended. My classes ended. I have no more classes for that day in other words. No joke. That's the end of day 1, after i went for cca fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day2 of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school with my senior today. She's the same age as me, but in the 2nd year now. We took bus today. And while on the bus, somewhere around mandai, i showed her my timetable. And she looked at me in a very serious way. She said this "You have no school today...."&lt;br /&gt;I was like, shit... Im in the middle of nowhere and she said i have no school. I still went to ngeeann, and waited for friends for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day3 of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1st day of tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer gave me a stack of modules and told us[the class] specifically that this is v.important and that we have to keep it with us at all times. On that very day, i lost it.&lt;br /&gt;I figured, there are 1 other boy and 23 girls in my class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1st day of sports and wellness [S&amp;amp;W] AKA PE.&lt;br /&gt;This just like pe, where you jump and run about. But it is slightly different. You get to choose your sports that you want to be in. Sports like hiphop, swimming, tennis, squash etcetc...&lt;br /&gt;BUT, all these sports have a limited number of places. In other words, the sports will not take anymore ppl when it is full. And it is a first come first get basis. We were one of the last group to get there. Thus, we only have the left overs. Let me emphasize again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE LEFT OVERS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, those are the sports left which NOBODY wants to touch. And we are the ones who have to touch it. I took dancesport. You may think it seems okay. But it's not!&lt;br /&gt;Dancesport = Latin dance, salsa, chacha etcetc....&lt;br /&gt;To add on this madness. The sport have half of the ECH [earlychildhood] pupils from my class. Thus, its a crazily all girls occupied sports. There 26 max seats. 3boys. 23girls.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that! The instrutor said to the boys "The boys are precious to us. We can't afford you to be absent. We need you to dance with all the girls"&lt;br /&gt;In other words, HE's GONNA WORK OUR ASSES OFF!&lt;br /&gt;Is he crazy?! That's 23 girls against 3 boys! The balance is like totally thrown off!&lt;br /&gt;The rest who couldnt get dancesport, whined because they have to take up either swimming[LIFE SAVING] or soccer [field or street]. And those who took swimming, either have NO swimming background or DONT even know how to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day4 of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 hours of lessons today. Nothing much to tell. But i went for the Dance for fun event. I was the supporter, not the dancer. Its a contest against other NP school. I was in the school of Humanities. AKA HMS.&lt;br /&gt;And i shouted like shiiiitt. HMMMMMMMMMMSS! Something like that. Didnt win. But nearly won. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day5 of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today is a fully packed day. From 9-4. The longest hour of the week. Still had fun. Nothing to tell yet, we've been introducing ourselves to the lecturers for the pass few days.&lt;br /&gt;There is the hop night today too. It's like clubbing in school. But with all the people you know, or will know. Pretty fun, basically because all those who dont know how to dance went in and made a fool. I was one of them, like hell how do i dance. Shake butt is also considered as dancing. People form circles and pull people into it. Really insane. Only the "on the high" people took off their shirts [GUYS].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, i'm done. tah tah.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1348517077986498500-5231617969437773320?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5231617969437773320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=5231617969437773320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5231617969437773320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5231617969437773320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/04/alright-so-i-havent-been-blogging-for.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-8358797021817817018</id><published>2009-04-09T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:02:34.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohoh, today is Jesse McCartney's 22nd birthday!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a fan of him. I am just writing it down. He's got one song that really hit my emotion. Try "because you live"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like "leavin'" too. Go try go try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9th April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Jesse McCartney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22 yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best wishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I am not his fan! Seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-8358797021817817018?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8358797021817817018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=8358797021817817018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8358797021817817018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8358797021817817018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohoh-today-is-jesse-mccartneys-22nd.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-6573237320891958769</id><published>2009-04-09T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:36:41.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, firstly, i wanna talk about my future. I'm very worried about it. You ask why? Isn't it obvious? I'm gonna spend 3years most probably with girls. Yeah, most boys would go whistling, their dream course eh? =.= &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what's the big fuss over it? I am gonna get alot alot of rumours. AND I HATE RUMOURS! Rumours like, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND. And it'll start spreading like an inevitable disease. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or rumours like, erm... GIRL SURROUNDS ME EVERYDAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or rumours like, GIRLS ASKING ME FOR A DATE. Wow, that's something uncalled for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, there shouldn't be any rumours if i keep my mouth shut. Yeah... But living that 3 years with only girls... i wonder what would happen to me. I really don't wanna be the only guy in the class. It's like you'll see a garden full of roses/flowers [what ever you wish to call it. Rafflesia.] and then you see a patch of weed. I am soo unsightly. 2 patch is better than 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erm, 2 is better than 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, i'll keep hearing girl talks which i really don't understand. I don't understand so i can't describe! But they'll start talking plastic stuffs! Like plastic surgery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully there'll be at least a guy in the same class as me. Hopefully the same age too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DONT WANNA BE THE OLDEST IN CLASS! I am already known as immature to most of my friends. Being the oldest in class...and then immature. Omgawd, i don't wanna picture it. Paradox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, the children...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't need a well behave kid. I want a crazy one, as crazy as me! It's fun. I chose this course because it'll be fun to work with kids. And then i can experiment them. I saw it on tv when they were given a basket of grocery items and to choose the stuffs they want to give to poor kids. Super funny because kids are very candid. They gave all the fruits and vegetables away. They kept the candies and soft drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it's me, i'll just give them my stack of project notes and ask them to tear which ever they dislike. That'd be a good reason not to do projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"the kids are horrible! they tore away my notes while i was studying them! i have none for reference sir. *sobx*"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, i wanna talk about the present. I want to say i miss all my friends alot. We are obviously drifting apart because the feel of missing each other isn't as great as before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But rest assured, i think of them every minute, every second. Even in my sleep, i dream to dream of them. And sometimes i do, i dreamed of me and them in the classroom. Memories...but i also dreamed of the good for nothing wee teck. Which is no good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they're wondering if i miss them even now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, i miss you even now. And i'll continue to miss you if you don't forget me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHH SCREWED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut! cut! cut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-6573237320891958769?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6573237320891958769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=6573237320891958769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6573237320891958769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6573237320891958769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/04/alright-firstly-i-wanna-talk-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-984897679094776739</id><published>2009-03-30T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:33:45.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL at this video!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzRH3iTQPrk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzRH3iTQPrk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is super funny! I laughed for a whole 30s and more just because of this 16s video!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mother was like "O.Oll HOLY SHIT" at the end of the video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her baby, that weanie, actually scared the shit out of her mummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mother stopped munching after that! Super funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if the baby grew a few inches after that sneeze. Its so small, the sound so loud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-984897679094776739?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/984897679094776739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=984897679094776739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/984897679094776739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/984897679094776739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/03/lol-at-this-video-this-is-super-funny-i.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-6948951242901112776</id><published>2009-03-26T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:13:47.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the worst day of my life. So you see, i recieved a last minute message telling me to watch the movie called "coming soon". Its a now showing movie, but it's named "coming soon". I was actually confused by this name. Weird name.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't want to go at first, it was late. But i thought i might be a good idea to scare myself once in a while. No... IT WAS A BAD IDEA!! Bad bad baaad idea. I was late, but not that late. Hey, it was a late notice! Don't tell me you can fly over to a destination in just minutes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually...i did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the movies. So we were late, and the movie was already showing. Just seconds after i sat, the mother fucker ghost ripped my heart out. It was totally disgusssting! I'm gonna swear alot and i will tell you why later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man i got the tension straight after that. Almost immediately i felt like leaving the cinema. It was a baaadd idea. I initially wanted to cover my eyes and sleep in the theatre, but i pondered, i paid for the tickets, and $1.50 charge more than the others because i was late and without the student price. So i told myself that i have to watch the whole scene...and survive it. This monster we'd been watching, gouges the eye of innocent people. She was then hung by a group of heroes. The way she die in revengeful...totally. Her eyes were bloody red. And bloody, i meant red blood. Not bloody as in damn bloody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole movie made it seem as if it was a real true story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyways, everytime my instinct told me something is coming, there's the urge that makes me wanna cry. Yes, go on, please laugh at me. I want to cover my face with both my hands but no, my money will be going down the drain. So i watched. And hell ya, you can see the 2 friends beside me playing sms with their phones everytime a scene is coming. So i feel very very VERY alone. And everytime a scene is coming i'll snug on to one of my friends....[it doesnt matter to them i think...they're busy with messages.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So came one point of time, the lead male actor was caught by the hands of that... oh man, i dont know how to discribe that idiot... let's just use the word ghost, and it just kept pulling him away, and he tries to struggle away from it, and then, AEGHHHHHHHHHEEEE '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE FACE OF THAT GORGEOUS BITCH JUST POPS FULL FORCE ON THAT DAMN BIG SCREEN OF THE BLOODY CINEMA NOT FORGETTING THE EXTREME OF THE BACKGROUND EFFECT! I thought i died back there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then....i shouted, right in the middle of that whole show. I was like " ahhhh,h,h,h...h?" And then i thought, "only i shouted? oh...shit." But hey, i bet my friends think they were lucky, because the scariest part of the show, they blocked their face, and i shouted because i didn't block my face. The scariest part of the show, i shouted, the scariest part of the show, they laughed. That shouldn't be the way? It's wrong! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, that was pretty messed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the end, they have a not so happy ending. The ghost gouged the eyes of the lead actor and the female actor cried. o.O that's common? Girls always cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how the show ended and we all throng towards the washroom to pee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HELD MY WATER OKAY! So i wasn't that bad of a scardey cat afterall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back home, when it's bed time, I KEPT THINKING OF THAT &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OMG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;FACE! That movie scared the shit out of me. And now i have difficulties going to lala land. T.T I used my blanket even though it was cold!!! Imagine thaaat!!  Totally terrifying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i wonder, why do people run after seeing super natural stuffs...instead of just hitting it head on. If it can touch you, so can you..right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what the scenerio will be like when someone does counter that asshole. I bet it'd be a real entertainment. And the headline will go, "Man hits ghost right on the head"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why cant they be more like casper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-6948951242901112776?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6948951242901112776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=6948951242901112776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6948951242901112776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6948951242901112776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-was-worst-day-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-165746203837073657</id><published>2009-03-10T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:55:06.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So something else had occured. There's something wrong with my hearing. I dont know what happened but i woke up one day with my left year partially deaf. It's easy to tell the difference. My right ear works normally, but then my left ear feels weird. I cant even feel my left ear to be honest.&lt;div&gt;So my mummy suggest i go polyclinic on monday (yesterday)- my hearing problems started last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the weird thing is, monday, i woke up, my hearing got better. I'm not sure whether it's because my mind got use to it or there was dirt in my ear that dropped out. But i still went to consult the doctor. He did some checks on me and asked me questions which i dont know how to answer. Then said, "okay, i can't find any problems in your ear. You'll have to go to the hospital for proper testing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great, so now i had an appointment in TTS 14april. Hoping that my ear is fine. I really got freaked out. I thought i was gonna be deaf permanently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-165746203837073657?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/165746203837073657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=165746203837073657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/165746203837073657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/165746203837073657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-something-else-had-occured.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-3210787724210040880</id><published>2009-03-01T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:35:36.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There, today. Came again, today , one of my MOST embarrassing moment! See the enrolment thingy? It's first March and my father thought since he's not working, why not get my things done. So he called my mum and told her he wants to pay full payment to the bank today. Please do not mistaken me. Me and my father are still not in talking condition, so my mother was sandwiched in between. Damn him, i was gaming half way and that stupid call made me lose my game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, that was my cue to go over to NorthPoint's OCBC to get the first payment done. What a gumpy trip that was. Because we're all new to these things, i asked an assistant if i should do my poly payment now, or queue like everyone else. The answer was to queue. And so I did. It was a dragon's queue. It's like going zigzagzigzagzigzag and i'm wayyyy behind at the tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately 15 or 20 minutes later, it's our turn. It thus enlightened me abit that now we're at the head of the dragon. You know dragon's breath? The feiry firery lines of flame? Wee, the dragon's head does it! The next moment i heard the worker say, "oh, only designated OCBC does the payment. And this is not one of it. So next time please go to the designated ones. I'll help you with this just this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i remembered, oh shit, yeah, only designated ones. Father's fault. But I was lucky she was being helpful. BUT then came another sound. "I don't think we accept any of the payments anymore." The bitch from beside said that. Flung. So our assistant went to find the management and clarify. Great, they finally don't accept it. Big deal, we'll pay again somewhere else. Father said " We queued this long, now you're rejecting our payment? I want to talk to your boss."&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;And...i don't feel like typing about it anymore. That was super super embarrassing. Great, now i'm not gonna talk to him for another few more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now come incident 2. My youngest cousin is only P2 this year. Super small. And extremely cute chubby face. Everyone adores him. So my uncle, aunt, father and gramp were playing mahjong as usual. That young boy stood beside that area my aunt was playing. And just nice at that point of time, someone won. He knew someone won cause everytime someone won, that whole group will be absolutely chaotic. Like throwing tiles from one end to another stating that they need this or that. So he asked "Who won?! (Sui ying)" in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody replied him. He didnt bother too much. Extremely innocent person. So he sat on the sofa... the wrong way. He wasn't sitting on the place he should be sitting. He sat on the top edge of the sofa. Makes it easy for him to fall. So kind aunt told him not to do it, you'll fall. Next moment, he kissed my aunt. SWEET RIGHT?! Everyone was surprised! Especially my aunt. Cause his kiss is super stingy and selfish. So aunt say if she win, kiss me one more time. And so he promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, he had desert. He was munching ice-cream, slowly savouring every bit of it. Next moment, my aunt won!&lt;br /&gt;So she called to him, "AHLONG---&gt;(his name) ARH! Come!/? Kiss Kiss..."&lt;br /&gt;As quickly as he was called, he turned his head, and my aunt was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;"Later lah hurh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? It's like kids these days don't really know the meaning of eat. They think the mouth itself needs the nutrients. Half his mouth was chocolate, the other half was filled with cream. Its like he mistaken ice cream for lips sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves him best man! Gonna see him again next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-3210787724210040880?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3210787724210040880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=3210787724210040880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3210787724210040880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3210787724210040880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-today.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-7948346447032374561</id><published>2009-02-28T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:59:13.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyday has been pretty much the same. And the continuous rain recently made it irrisistable to stay at home. It's the best time to feel the comfort around your house. I'm about to be a walking dead soon. I'm like living on the same date after each day. Time just revert itself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna hear something good for start? So here goes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A" is a very bad cook. But she likes to cook. Cooking is her interest. One day, "B" came to visit her, and they started a conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: I always say a prayer before meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: So would I if I cooked like you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next one Next one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: I wish you'd pay a little attention mr.Kevin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kevin: I'm paying as little as i can T'cher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More? Here goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: Plump, your fingures are so bad that your nine looks like a seven!&lt;br /&gt;Plump: It IS seven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: Then why does it look like a nine?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*applause please!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh this one this one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: Smartass, how do you spell "wrong"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smartass: R-o-n-g.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: That's WRONG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smartass: It's what you asked for, wasn't it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, laughs at this. History lesson,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History teacher: Smartass, what was the first thing that King Edward did when he came to throne?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smartass: He sat down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOO he rules!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smartass: Should someone be punsished for something they haven't done t'cher?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: No, of course not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smartass: Then...I haven't done my homework. o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Extracted and edited from book worm]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-7948346447032374561?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7948346447032374561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=7948346447032374561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7948346447032374561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7948346447032374561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/everyday-has-been-pretty-much-same.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-1878062587651717929</id><published>2009-02-22T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:27:24.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, i haven't been writing to you for quite some time. My apologies. It's just that something occured and unsatisfied my feelings. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you know it's Valentine's day last Saturday right? I went out with them again. Thought it wasn't my original plan. I thought, hey, i've finished what i have planned to do on that day, so why not just hang out with them. And i did. I the morning? I went to find my life partner. It was the first thing I did. I owed her alot, so i know i should do something for her too. She gave me a hand made balloon, and i have to hold that thing on the crowded train. Imagine how many people are looking at me. I don't know if it's a terrible situation or a lucky one. I rushed down to TPY to get my stuffs i promised to another person. Gave it to her later and went back to the North. With a real rose to find another person i also promised. So yeah, i went to Drivethru Mac later and spent another wonderful time with my best pals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, I made another promise to another friend...to go and have dinner with the group of people. Haha, I had a good time. Another old friend came by too you know? Yeah...you don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyways, I went Boris' house with them. They went there to drink. I went for no spacific reasons. Friends stick together i guess? It's the first time i watched them play L4D. It's absolutely insane. The level of craziness is just madness. All you need to do is to step into the room and you'll be as sick as those in there. It's really fun. The clock ticked. My dad sent an sms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you don't be home by 11.30pm, i'm going to lock the door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at the end of the message..he wrote, "MunLiang". That's his name. My first impression was just that he wants me home this instant. The time then was 11.15. He's only giving me 15min to get home. I took 25min. Making the time now 11.40.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell ya, he locked the door. And at that time, my neighbour was just beside me. I was pretending to send an sms and taking out the keys. Thank god they closed the door later. I called my telephone later. It hung up. Meaning the telephone wasn't placed back in the original place. At that point, i really don't know what to do. I just know I was thirsty. So i went down to the coffee shop to buy myself a cup of drink. Sad, yes. I was. It's the first time i got locked out for being late. To think that i have a home to go to. To know i need to go home because i have a home to return to. Yet there was no home to enter when you reached your destiny. That was the bad bad feeling i got. I walked myself to my gramps' house just a few blocks away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rang their bell, but i guess they were too soundly asleep. So i went down to the playground and dose off there. Went home early morning the next day in dawn. Didn't talked to my father ever since. Totally pissed. I can tell her regretted it. I still need time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-1878062587651717929?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1878062587651717929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=1878062587651717929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/1878062587651717929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/1878062587651717929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/right-i-havent-been-writing-to-you-for.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-7244936656684229215</id><published>2009-02-13T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:41:02.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so, I blogged again.&lt;div&gt;I've found a new interest in another animated story. D gray man. It's absolute and it's crazy. Everything is very detailed and totally meaningful. I was definitely satisfied with every episodes offered. And it's an anime which makes you unable to control your feelings and emotions. It just made me feel i was in the show with all the grieve and agony, happiness and joy. Amazing. Amazing how Japanese who once started a brutal war, able to create such meaningful stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how i finished 103 episodes all in just 3 or 4 days. It's like a daily routine, for those few days. Wake up, brush, breakfast, anime, sleep. And continues... I was a walking zombie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT MY LIFE WAS MEANINGFUL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Lavi and Allen. Both damn awesome characters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 14th's song, the musician was absolute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-7244936656684229215?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7244936656684229215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=7244936656684229215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7244936656684229215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7244936656684229215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-so-i-blogged-again.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-4727147047794632587</id><published>2009-02-06T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:28:17.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so i finished another thrilling series of Digimon. I seriously have no idea why people will loathe such a good cartoon series. It really teach people like us alot of things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great, now i feel a part of me is gone. I practically ripped all the series of Digimon and now i have none to watch. I wishing with my might now that another series be made as soon as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the w.i.t.c.h series stopped abruptly on the 2nd series. Sigh. I want another good cartoon series. I don't want a corrupted one like pokemon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind is empty now adays. I feel very lonely now adays. No idea why. Maybe because i'm trapped in house for too long. I think i've said enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-4727147047794632587?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4727147047794632587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=4727147047794632587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/4727147047794632587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/4727147047794632587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-so-i-finished-another-thrilling.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-8863643711391752907</id><published>2009-02-05T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:04:08.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm typing for the sake of typing.&lt;div&gt;And i'm sick because of all the nags my parents gave to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am severely sick because they want me to find a job that keeps me occupied for 1 1/2 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am totally disgusted because the agencies have no temporary jobs to offer me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If any can rescue me from this catastrophe, please do help me. I'm being pushed to the edge and it's obvious that it will kill me. Dammit, sometimes i think my parents need to go for plastic surgery. Their eyes are not wide enough to see that i cant work for long at all. Not even 1 1/2 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-8863643711391752907?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8863643711391752907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=8863643711391752907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8863643711391752907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8863643711391752907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-typing-for-sake-of-typing.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-6025625469026505263</id><published>2009-01-23T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:30:29.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd say today was one of the most disappointing and upsetting days.&lt;div&gt;Everything didn't go according to what was planned. It was the worst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For once i actually forgot the word that's based on this outing/event. Unity, reunion. It's really disappointing. My secondary school was made as the meeting venue. We can wait for other slow pokes while watching the concert going on. That went well. Many people strolled to the meeting venue. Our reunion dinner was held in sembawang sakae. There was a reason why it was held there. And i discussed it with some people who approved it. I was the organizer. A pretty lousy one. I chose that location because they offer vege delights which out dear yinxiu needs. They offer terriyaki too- some outlets dont. Sakae was in dim-light. Perfect location. I thought sembawang's eng wah was still opened. It was closed. I thought maybe we could catch a movie after that. The plan was haywired from then on. We booked the room. Joey wanted everyone to sit together in that one big table and chat altogether about things. There was some other unexpected guest who came. There won't enough slots to begin with- even if they wont there. We had to occupy 3 odinary tables instead. And as was predicted, we oriented to sit with the people closest to us. Didn't went well too. Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came the re scheduled plan to go to orchard. It was a shock. More or less stunned me. When an incident caused 1 big group to seperate into 2 parties and go on their seperate ways, after reaching orchard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really upset. I didn't talk. I didn't give any opinion. It's really hard. I didn't know who to go with. It's like, if you follow this group, you'll think about the other. If you're in the other, you'll think about the 2nd group. I still have to make a decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just cant figure how a group of us, going together to the same exact location suddenly just seperate their ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an irony. The event was based on this word...reunion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so i figured...leaving the situation was the best solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have i done...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-6025625469026505263?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6025625469026505263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=6025625469026505263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6025625469026505263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6025625469026505263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/01/id-say-today-was-one-of-most.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-5292067387154879737</id><published>2009-01-19T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:50:46.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's hard. Hard to live on. With the curiousity and all the mysteries around me. I wonder when time to come, wonder if i would get accepted by the society. At this rate i'm going, i dont think i've made any progress. Am i not trying hard enough? Or are they expecting more...&lt;div&gt;I don't know. But i really want to find out. How? It's like everytime you're facing an individual, you'll have to change your speaking attitude to suit the listener. I find it hard. It's not just hard. It's almost implausible. There's so many billions millions people around the world. Singapore itself holds more than a million people. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live in my world. But then, i hope my world will understand my feelings too. I have what i want, what i need and what i think... What i think may be wrong. I just need to be corrected. I just don't wish to be hated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohoh, i went church with joey last sunday. The pastor said this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The difficult, we do first. The impossible takes a little longer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that was really meaningful. I will excel! Let my new journey commence!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-5292067387154879737?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5292067387154879737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=5292067387154879737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5292067387154879737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5292067387154879737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-its-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-190083106947779401</id><published>2009-01-18T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:17:56.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if i'm sick. I don't feel sick. I feel perfectly fine. But there's alot of phlegm in my throat. So much so i can feel the itch. But i have no sore throat, I have no cough. What's wrong?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just returned from an early reunion dinner. My dad's jackpot friend booked 2 tables at the coffee shop. The whole family was invited. And some others [jackpot friends] too. For some reason, we seperated ourselves. The jackpotters, mainly all men and only one woman, sat on one table. The mothers and children sat ORDERLY on the other. My god, it was horribly awkward. So awkward that we can tell each of us are feeling awkward. It's very obvious. For instant, once we sat down and settled, we, the children, have nothing to do. The next moment, we're all making full use of our phones to keep ourselves occupied. Oh, they are all around my age. +/- 3 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet they're begging their own friends to keep them company, virtually. Cause that was what i did. Thankfully, my buddy knows how to keep me company. I just wish she'd change her sms tone to something louder and longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother has been making me do spring cleaning recently. The dust and dirt flew all around. Didn't know my room contained to much dust. My mother said if i can keep my room tidy and clean for a month, she'd consider letting me adopt a cat. She made my day. I hope she meant what she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-190083106947779401?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/190083106947779401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=190083106947779401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/190083106947779401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/190083106947779401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-sure-if-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-6314407114698938635</id><published>2009-01-13T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:23:43.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the moment i got back my result. I can't say i did well, but i'm very satisfied with it.&lt;div&gt;Then think about it, there are people who aren't. I'd say this isn't the end for them. They'll have my support in what ever they wish to do and what they think will be right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i wonder, how could people be so brave as to hold back their painful emotions just for the sake of others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why they do that? And how? To be with people who're happy, and made themselves seem to be happy, made a false preception that they're indeed satisfied with their result. But it's false. They're not satisfied but made themselves look happy just for the sake of others. And when the truth comes out, they're badly hurt and they cry profusely. I'd say they're brave. I feel sorry for them too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, i wish with my might to get to the course i've always been waiting for. Please let the points to attend my course be higher than usual!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-6314407114698938635?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6314407114698938635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=6314407114698938635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6314407114698938635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6314407114698938635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-was-moment-i-got-back-my.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-8958836879161757588</id><published>2009-01-08T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:59:18.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I'm going out today, this person whom i wished NEVER to come came. It was a mood killer. Grumpy. &lt;div&gt;Today, when i left for home and think of tomorrow, i'll always wish the specific person to come. But tomorrow came and that person not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why the feeling? Why this weird?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-8958836879161757588?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8958836879161757588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=8958836879161757588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8958836879161757588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8958836879161757588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-im-going-out-today-this-person.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-125137158136995665</id><published>2008-12-28T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:39:01.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After the end of this song, please kindly clap towards your screen. Thank you for your co operation!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*clapclapclappiackpiackpiack bash*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-125137158136995665?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/125137158136995665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=125137158136995665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/125137158136995665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/125137158136995665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-end-of-this-song-please-kindly_28.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-2879762521506170307</id><published>2008-12-28T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:38:42.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After the end of this song, please kindly clap towards your screen. Thank you for your co operation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-2879762521506170307?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2879762521506170307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=2879762521506170307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/2879762521506170307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/2879762521506170307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-end-of-this-song-please-kindly.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-3630488265734530941</id><published>2008-12-27T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:45:53.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh, the second day of christmas. How wonderful. My mummy and daddy went on a short trip to malaysia. I was left at home with my younger brother. Both staring at this screen. Nothing much, i stayed at my own will. My dad won't buy me anything except food.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 day ago was christmas right? Yeah. My aunt took me out to vivo to search for a perfect gift just for wonderful me. First time i ate secret recipe. It's de-o-lectish-able! *slurps* I forgot to tell you what i ate. It's very special. It's call spaghetti. I smelled the smell of it since i was in malaysia, way donkey years ago. I have yet to try it. I finally did. And i don't regret it. I think it's really delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess shopping for a gift for me is a really disastrous and tiresome job. We walked 5 whole hours around vivo, but i still couldn't find what i want. All that my aunt, unc, and cousin sis suggested, doesn't really suit my tastebuds. And from their looks, i can tell you how much they want to dump me some where around the aisle and dash off to different directions. I was thinking, oh dear...what a mess. But they still put on a very fake smile! I mean, they just keep on suggesting things they know i wont like but hoping i'll buy their suggestion and get going. Hey, unc told me to buy a night light. Said i'd sleep better. =.= And he insisted to bring me there to take a look. Guess what? 99$ per set. Insane! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night light = waste of electricity = high electric bills = useless junk placed somewhere where ants built their houses = space consuming = irritating = rubbish = bin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there, i had my point. So i didn't buy it. Instead, we returned to action city to get something cool. Action city rocks. They have the most peculiar and most amazing shits in there. Love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, i got my present and i'm hugging it right now. It's a speaking pillow. Go draw a picture of it in your brain. Its colour is yellow and is a chicken design. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 day ago, just be fore christmas, i went to Yishun bottle tree restaurant. One of the more hysterical parties i've been. My dad's friend invited us there. And it's also the first time i've been offered alcohol but didn't reject it. Yeah, i drank vodka. Basically because it's blueberry flavored. My favourite. My dad kept emphasizing it 5% alcohol, and he keeps telling me it's alot. I'll get drank if i drink it and blah blah. I hecked him and continued eating my food with that cool bluish glass beside me. I tasted alcohol. I hated it. But the blueberry flavour substitute it. So it wasn't all that bad. I finished that glass i've been offered. And then another greenish glass came. It's apple. Arrrkk. *no!* Rejected it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, i presume the people there are all relatively deaf. The stereo speaker is goddamn loud and it seems like only the mere me could differentiate loudness and softness. Hoho, and that MC on the stage literally shouted into the mic. Madness. I knew my brain was vibrating. Imagine that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stuffed my fingers into my ears so that lesse sound could hit my ear drums. Its the most sensible thing to do. Then i saw santa claus! He told me to take off my fingers just to take one mini sweet as his present to me. Haha, there's a capital downfall in many countries right? So many airports are closed down. So poor old santa took a car ride. You should've seen how skinny he was because he has lesser to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i saw someone with the same mind set as me. But he was smarter. I thought i was very smart already. He stuffed tissue into his ear instead. At least someone knows how to differentiate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after the countdown, there was a huge disperse of people. And then i stared closely at my mother and father. My dad kept blowing his party whistle and smiled like he's seeing all his dreams. My mum walk zig and then zag and then she shouted "I DRIVE YOU ALL HOME!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*points to a golf car* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"THAT'S MINE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, so who's drank now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those 2 aren't the only ones though, i see many others who were so much more insane than my parents. Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-3630488265734530941?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3630488265734530941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=3630488265734530941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3630488265734530941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3630488265734530941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahh-second-day-of-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-7139056373084524916</id><published>2008-12-22T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:26:28.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH! I just came back from my canoing training. WHO IT SUCK! My knee cap hurts like shit right now cause of my long lanky legs in that tiny leg apartment or what ever crap they call. Who cares about the certificate i'm gonna get at the end of the day! My dad gave orders that i MUST go for it because i relatively do nothing at home. Hate it! I've been in the sea the whole day. AND IT RAINED 3 TIMES! Mind you, that rain can be relate as a storm. Only that there's no lightning or thunder. But it was fun playing in the run. I still hate canoing. I have to sleep early today, because i have to get to my second training early tomorrow. And i'm practically exshausted and struggling my post. I just have to let it out. Vengence...I'm not gonna talk to my dad for 3 whole days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we'll come to a more serious point. I've just finished Digimon Adventure 02. Why must happy endings always be so sad for the watchers. Sigh, digimon, you rule. At least i know some of my most precious memories comes from there. And that i can retrieve it as and when i like to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They even have a memorial song for Digimon Adventures (01,02).  And it's so sad! I'm really very emotional now. Now that i've finished the 2 series, i'm in lost now. Cause these 2 series are really special from the rest of the Digimon series. Even the songs bring full impact memories than the other three. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHOH, and there's the Digimon singer who sang a Digimon made christmas song. It's really good. The singer is marvellous. The Digimons rock! Equals best of the best. He's the singer to Digimon Adventure main theme song/ first song, butterfly. Man, butterfly is woohoo good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the lyrics to the Christmas Fantasy song, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;a id="video-long-title-iFU9bniG-jI" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFU9bniG-jI" title="Minna no Christmas~Kouji Wada~Digimon 02" rel="nofollow" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Minna no Christmas&lt;b&gt; by &lt;/b&gt;Kouji Wada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;English Translation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;HEY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The snow falls on Christmas Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Many hopes and dreams are gathered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Let's hang our red stockings outside the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;On a night that shines with stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The lights disappear from the window of a room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Santa Claus is coming to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If you remain gentle, if you keep smiling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;All of your wishes will be fulfilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Tonight, we'll definitely meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A wish fulfilling Merry Christmas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Your wishes have gathered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Open the big, white bag &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And open the present full of happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Looking at your gentle, sleeping face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Your smile whispers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;For you to always stay gentle, just like you are now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If you remain gentle, if you keep smiling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;All of your wishes will be fulfilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The day that opens your heart forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Believing that we will meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Dance happily, everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A wish fulfilling Merry Christmas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: This is NOT direct translation. This is real, proper translation from Japanese to English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should be listening to the song right now. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Advanced Merry Christmas to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;my dearest friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna try to skip tomorrow's training, i'll try to fake a stomach ache. HOPE it works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the memorial Digimon song. I really want to share my thoughts with my friends. So here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When one of us falls down, another one of us picks us way up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;02. 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I guess they are all very lucky. They're all not online to talk to. I'm pretty long winded you know? heh heh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there anybody like me? Is there even a single soul who would search every nook and cranny for childhood memories?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, that would be soo awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=( i wanna cry.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-5485402533075603655?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5485402533075603655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=5485402533075603655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5485402533075603655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5485402533075603655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-suddenly-have-sooooo-many-to-say-to.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-5100311453569991223</id><published>2008-12-17T00:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:19:17.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this 2 songs. One of them from digimon adventure 01. The other was obtained by accident. I wanted to just put up the "hey digimon" song only. But hey, the runrunrunrunrun song serious made me feel like grooving. I can jump all around my house the whole day without caring what hell my brother will be thinking about me. *come to think of it, its like worse than having ecstasy[correct spelling? correct me.]...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aiiieeee, this u run around thing is making me wooooooooOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, i'm kinda insane now. Literally. Songs REALLY REALLY knows how to make people feel light! Especially when the songs are VERY VERY heavy. Like those 2 [to me]. AAAHHHRIIIIIIIII!!! WHOOOOEEEEE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Way too cool! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SO HOPE THE NEXT DIGIMON SERIES COME AGAIN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WANT ANGEMON AND ANGEWOMEN AS ONE OF THE CHOSEN DIGIMON!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omgomgomg.... never been this crazy IN the house before. SO COOL YEAH"?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS; look, even today's post is slightly off the chart. Goes to show that this IS my blog. LOVE YA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is awesome. This is really awesome. TOO COOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can YIHAA the whole day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will fix the off chart once i the next post comes in....didn't do this on purpose if people are wondering....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-5100311453569991223?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5100311453569991223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=5100311453569991223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5100311453569991223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5100311453569991223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-found-this-2-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-5282079891736040612</id><published>2008-12-13T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:58:47.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People said it's best to be yourself than to change your ways. Follow what the heart tells you to do. It may seem simple. To me, it's not. For what reason should i change my ways of living for the benefit of other people. I mean, the attitude i'm giving, the character in me, isn't harming anyone close to me. So why should i change? I'm just being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this comes to a point where i realise there's this other group of people who doesn't really appreciate what other's are doing for them or how they treat them in a pleasent different way. To them, being the way you are made to be is ugly and irritating, although they may seem to be happy with what you are. These are the pure hypocrites who live to call others a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this crap? Because i'm experiencing it right now, the past and probably future.&lt;br /&gt;"I've had enough." This sentence always come out from them. "I've had enough of this and that". And yeah, you've had enough. So had I. Everyone seem to be unsightly. Every word every sentence. And they can live as if they had said nothing. Good then. It's over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yes i'm feeling very dubious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-5282079891736040612?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5282079891736040612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=5282079891736040612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5282079891736040612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5282079891736040612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/people-said-its-best-to-be-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-3763779352256215828</id><published>2008-12-07T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:38:10.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been more than a month since i've stopped going to school. Christmas is coming. And i have yet to find a proper job. I don't want another filthy job. My parents keep pestering me to get one. Life's gonna change. I still want to go singing with my friends. I skipped going to the safari with them. Fully regretted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as time pass, we don't really communicate anymore. I don't know what they're up to. What's happening around them. Are they fine. Are they happy. Are they sad. I know basically nothing. And as i manage to make it to poly, i'll gain new friends. At the same time, i'll lose. People come and go. I don't have a solid friend. I like watching videos and family movies. But they made it look so perfect. Always a happy ending. Becoming mature, greater bonds. I envy the shows. But i know it'll never happen. All things comes with a price equivilent of what's given. I learnt that from an animation. I learn things from the television. I figured there's alot of teaching done in each movie, each cartoon and each animation. The stories told are something which producers want to convey to us. But we ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i'll wonder. Does this person hate me? Because it seem as if i was being hated. The cold face and ignorance. It just made things so confusing. One moment you're so fine. The other, it just snap. The world is cruel. I wonder who invented paying off with a price. I'm sure modern people would have assasinated him. Sometimes i wonder if i wonder too much. Probably all these are just an illusion i've created. It might not even be happening. But what if it's happening. What should i do? I'm afraid. Why? Because i see people being hated. And i know it because i felt it. And i'll get frightened and start wondering if i someday will also end up like that. Or am i already like that but not knowing exactly what went wrong.?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's too much i've stored inside this body. Everytime i finished a good show. I'll have this urge to tell my friends around me how important they are to me. And how much i love them all. I don't have the guts. I know i'll either be ignored or be a joke. This is how mean life is. How the world was made. And so, i don't speak of the truth. Even when some seem like a soloid friend to me, i know deep down there're holes all over the bond. Some holes too malign to mend or discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is forgiveness. Hope shines beyond me. I just wish life would never have to change.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still glad my changes aren't as drastic as a frog's change in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Another Cinderella story finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-3763779352256215828?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3763779352256215828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=3763779352256215828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3763779352256215828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3763779352256215828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-more-than-month-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-1361716614658991747</id><published>2008-12-05T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:17:06.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-1361716614658991747?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1361716614658991747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=1361716614658991747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/1361716614658991747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/1361716614658991747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-2257535749489316229</id><published>2008-12-03T12:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:18:50.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The cactus bloomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch bolt in 3D yesterday. The dog was awesome! Bolt looks like momo!!!&lt;br /&gt;The 3D however, was abit too redundent. There was seriously no need for it. But the best thing of all yet was that I SAW MY FRIENDS! Yeah, still the happier days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the movie we went to the toilet. No need to explain what happened inside do i? It's the normal. Rq and Borat played archery after that. The bow is goddamn sophisticated. I thought it'll be the common ones i see on tv. But no, there are strings tied all around the bow, and 2 round circular thingy on both ends of the bow which extends and withdraw the strings to make a quicker arrow shooting motion. *breathe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and then we went into the arcade to search for another 2 friends. Found them at the basketball corner. I got interested in the house of dead. Surprisingly, joey was interested too. So we paid for the game. Man was i so lousy. I lost 3 lives straight at the first level. That was a gameover if you didn't realise. Then i look at her with that oh so serious face. I lost to a girl who still holds 3 lives. Devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rq brought us to a restaraunt call just noodles. FREE FLOW OF ICE CREAM! Cool or what? But the ice cream wasn't as good as i expected it to be. Went to the fountain after dinner. There is the weird attraction about it. Although it's plain, it's amazingly beautiful. We stayed there for some time. And then we went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rq wants to buy another 2 new shirts. So we followed him to the shops we wanted to go. There was another fountain. So Jenson start photo taking. Nicholas start fooling. And then we left home. Ohoh! On the way through the city tunnel, they played stompping my feet. They said if they step on me feet once, the other player gets 5cents. The more you step, the more money. My shoes were relatively white. I have to run for it. 2 against one soul. Dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-2257535749489316229?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2257535749489316229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=2257535749489316229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/2257535749489316229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/2257535749489316229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/cactus-bloomed.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-5586337923539135274</id><published>2008-12-02T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:51:06.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish and wish with all my might, may terrorist cease to continue this fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-5586337923539135274?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5586337923539135274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=5586337923539135274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5586337923539135274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5586337923539135274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wish-and-wish-with-all-my-might-may.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-3168177012659044621</id><published>2008-11-27T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:26:48.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I won't be getting online for 2 more days. Will be high up from Earth in cameronhighlands. So i shall advance something.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 days from now is tommy's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tommy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally have no idea what to say to you. eh, seriously. I guess it's boring if i were to say about the 5years and all that's part of the 5years. So i'm trying hard now thinking of something else to say. Er, short circuit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i just watched Disney channel. There's this girl who said this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We could be worlds apart but still be close friends. Just like lilo and stitch!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell you, you're not the best friend yet. But you're worth part of us. You may be a year older this time. You're still as usual. I like your smile. It's unique. Seriously. You may be a year older but still be younger than me, yet you're still more mature than me. Sometimes, i just wish to be you. You get what ever you yearn for. You have an older brother. A loving daddy. Greater friends. But i guess not everything is what you expected it to be huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, listen here. I may be far from where you are now. I'll still be there with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wishing you a happy brithday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish you could read my mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahyeah, i know that's lame. Cause i don't know what to say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short but not that sweet message. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-3168177012659044621?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3168177012659044621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=3168177012659044621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3168177012659044621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3168177012659044621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wont-be-getting-online-for-2-more.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-367272837209427791</id><published>2008-11-24T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:43:56.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was horrible for me. I am down with a cold. And i didn't manage to get enough sleep on the ride to genting. My room isn't ready until noon reaches and i felt like sleeping. Time was 5am when i begun to feel damn darn bored. Everybody was alsleep. I want to sleep too. But i can't. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i lowered my head and lean against my knee while sitting. Guess what, the next moment i felt my hand hitting myself. But i couldn't feel my hand. Sounds scary huh? Actually, it's just numb. I blocked my vessels while trying to sleep. Yes, i freaked myself out. But i eventually came around. 1155. I finally get to sleep on a comfy bed. Woke up at around 6.30pm. Had a movie on 7pm. Madagascar2. Actually, i need to babysit 2 boys. So i had to watch them while the older adults go "ka-ching" some money. Which usually never happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, i watched a new movie at jb too. "WUSHU". I wanted to watch igor initially. But the old adults don't understand english and hates cartoon. So watched that instead. Was grumpy. But hey, it wasn't that bad after all. Worth to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-367272837209427791?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/367272837209427791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=367272837209427791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/367272837209427791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/367272837209427791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-was-horrible-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-1361440110889597365</id><published>2008-11-24T05:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T05:19:30.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, i saved this whole thing under the notepad before copy and pasting it down to the blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now inside the bus. The seat is spacious. That's the good thing. But the bad thing is, the seat is movable. And this inconsiderate preson right in front of me doesn't care if i get squashed or not! Yes, i may be skinny, but hey, im not that skinny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but other than that, i see darkness everywhere. I got myself a new pair of shoes too =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm already starting to miss Singapore and all those that was with me in that island. Miss my friends man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ardios pals! Time to sleep now. Bumpy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-1361440110889597365?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1361440110889597365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=1361440110889597365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/1361440110889597365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/1361440110889597365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-i-saved-this-whole-thing-under.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-237279516098014513</id><published>2008-11-23T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:46:29.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am gonna miss Singapore! My homeland! MY HOME!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be in malaysia today around evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i'll be gone for seven days+/-1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i hate it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Because my all so good parents bluff-ed me on a 3days vacation at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;KualaLumpur, which turn out to be 7days around malaysia with this big bag pack and a near 3kg laptop. HEAVY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everything will run smoothly. Especially in the checkpoint. Argh! Thinking of me with the round bag standing and squeezing around the crowd makes me sick! And i'm already sick, which makes sick sickness sickier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-237279516098014513?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/237279516098014513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=237279516098014513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/237279516098014513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/237279516098014513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-gonna-miss-singapore-my-homeland.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-2714725128320683961</id><published>2008-11-18T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:25:52.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a long fruitful day. My main plan for today was to send YinXiu off the airport. My clique and me were to meet at 1030 at kathib bus stop. I woke up at 9am. Nearly 9am sharp. Brushed my teeth and on the computer. And then, i started running Grandchase and played. For some reason, my butt was immobolised and i had this urge not to leave my comfy seat. It was 10am that i realise i shouldn't be hypnotised by an electronic device. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hastened all the needed process and managed to ram out of house. But while i was still wearing my clothes i called michelle to ask her where she is. She said she reached together with boris. Funny thing is, the rest are still in house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, we still got to changi on time. Except for one person still sound in bed. Bet there's at least 10 calls to him in total. I saw YinXiu with her mother. The next thing i know, i was munching grapes. Good quality grapes in fact. The grapes were meant to be snacks for YinXiu on board the plane. But she feared that grapes won't allowed to take flights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, and then after that we grabbed hold of a trolley/roller whatever you call it. Our bags automatically flew over and petite joey stood on it. Wee, there we go. But half way through, a flock of crowds throng towards the entrance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joey said this "oh, probably an idol".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next moment, we dash towards the crowd too. And guess what? We saw Taiwanese singers FaiLunHai. So there were screams and yell and humans not acting like humans. Where ever the singers go, the beasts follows. Kind of scary you know? But i took a picture of them. I think it's still best not to put it up. It's like i've not taken a picture of them. Too tiny to be seen. And the focus was on a security officer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the madness, we took a tour around terminal3. Kind of cool. It's all glass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached a miny water fountain. We got attracted by it for no specific reason. And we started flinging our phones around and snapped quite a few shots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had lunch a popeye. How i miss my younger days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made a decision after lunch and took flight to Ikea tampinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i can say is there's alot of madness and we were fully insane. That's what's fun all about right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half way through the fun, someone FINALLY woke up. Yes. Ruiqing called me. And he came and had dinner with us. Then we continued our fun walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great, then there's this worthless old man who totally "bazooka-ed" our fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, things were getting abit boring cause we're starting to be tired. So Xinni and me decided to spice things up to make. A sauce pan was used as a display. There were other cutleries. We sort of misused it. I covered my head with the saucepan. And god knows what Xinni was doing behind my back. Just when we were to about to get a shot, that old ragged man came. From his looks and clothes, i say he's just a typical ordinary cleaner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He asked me "what's wrong with you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what's wrong with me. In my head, i shouted, hey! get lost, you're blocking the camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How would i know he actually came to lecture us. I looked at him and he looked at me. And he said again "what's wrong with you?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said "nothing &lt;?&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he told me "you know what's this for? This is for cooking!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hellya i know! I'm a FnN student. I know better than you do, i even know what specifically it is for! I know i frowned. My mood was drastically spoilt and he placed guilt on Xinni who wanted that fun shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it's for cooking it wouldn't be on display and letting cobwebs form. It was already being misused to begin things with. Stupid old man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5years down from now we could be there searching for things we need in out new home. Now, a little fun for us wouldn't hurt right? Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb shit piece of smellier shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i was grumpy after that. Left Ikea after awhile. Nothing to play with. And shortly, our bus came to take us home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-2714725128320683961?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2714725128320683961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=2714725128320683961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/2714725128320683961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/2714725128320683961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-was-long-fruitful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-7589008996217311124</id><published>2008-11-05T18:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:08:59.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;alright. it's ending pretty soon. now....the results.. says (6:01 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh bx why you want to know people's names?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is downright totally BORING!!!! says (6:01 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its what you call as "weird" when boredem kicks in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. it's ending pretty soon. now....the results.. says (6:01 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then you should get out......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of your house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is downright totally BORING!!!! says (6:01 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is downright totally BORING!!!! says (6:02 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you didnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i returned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. it's ending pretty soon. now....the results.. says (6:02 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not dying yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is downright totally BORING!!!! says (6:02 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're lost even when you're going the right way says (6:03 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. it's ending pretty soon. now....the results.. says (6:03 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're lost even when you're going the right way says (6:03 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bing xue, i know you wanna say _!_ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instead of !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. it's ending pretty soon. now....the results.. says (6:03 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's so funny..???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really don't get the 2 of you...weirdos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is downright totally BORING!!!! says (6:04 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're weird too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;face it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND JOEY! NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. it's ending pretty soon. now....the results.. says (6:04 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not weird right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is downright totally BORING!!!! says (6:04 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. it's ending pretty soon. now....the results.. says (6:04 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is downright totally BORING!!!! says (6:04 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. it's ending pretty soon. now....the results.. says (6:04 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going to watch tv!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while you rot and die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is downright totally BORING!!!! says (6:04 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@$%&amp;amp;@&amp;amp;%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. it's ending pretty soon. now....the results.. says (6:04 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la la la la la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is downright totally BORING!!!! says (6:04 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. it's ending pretty soon. now....the results.. (AFK)                auto-message: i'm not here, just leave a messge or contact my phone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're lost even when you're going the right way says (6:04 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're lost even when you're going the right way says (6:05 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im gg to eat dinner &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is downright totally BORING!!!! says (6:05 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're lost even when you're going the right way says (6:05 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'll be back sooon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is downright totally BORING!!!! says (6:05 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're lost even when you're going the right way says (6:05 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;w8 awhile la &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is downright totally BORING!!!! says (6:05 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mummy!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BULLIES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're lost even when you're going the right way says (6:05 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is downright totally BORING!!!! says (6:05 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're lost even when you're going the right way says (6:05 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W8 LA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is downright totally BORING!!!! says (6:05 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're lost even when you're going the right way says (6:05 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TA MA DE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is downright totally BORING!!!! says (6:05 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#  Hello! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is downright totally BORING!!!! says (6:06 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#  Hello! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're lost even when you're going the right way says (6:06 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEAH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY VOL IS MUTE NOW &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YO HEEEEHA SOMEMORE ALSO NO US E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- WINK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what happens when boredom kicks all the way into your gut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-7589008996217311124?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7589008996217311124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=7589008996217311124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7589008996217311124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/7589008996217311124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/11/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-2825658592577718917</id><published>2008-11-05T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:44:03.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, major exams over. Bored at home nothing to do. &lt;div&gt;So i changed my msn nick to &lt;div&gt;"This is downright BORING!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;accompanied with my personal message &lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;someone please save me. I'm rotting. Talk to me! Tell me your name! ANYTHING!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then ruiqing msn me this &lt;br /&gt;"ruiqing. my name."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And our "creational" conversation starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me:"hi, my name is Bing Xue. what school your from?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rq:"RGS -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me:"@$%#@#% you gay?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rq:"no, i'm a teacher."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me:"oooo! That makes sense. is it good teaching there?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rq:"no. very stressful....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rq:"hard to find a male toilet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wahlau, i laughed damn hard! What a joker...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-2825658592577718917?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2825658592577718917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=2825658592577718917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/2825658592577718917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/2825658592577718917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-major-exams-over.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-4625165549521461001</id><published>2008-10-29T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:02:54.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After so many days, i am tired. And i'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;. And i wonder, "how am i going to live after all this"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fun days are soon to be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i'm hungry! I miss the bad food in school! i miss the good food in school! I miss the rice! Either dry or wet. I miss the drinks! Drinks are everywhere though... I miss the fun! I miss all the chit chat. I miss the fights! I miss the field! I miss watching my friends play! I miss the arguments. I miss school! I miss vanitha's sarcasm! I miss Birthday bashes! I miss mr low! I miss the smell of the toilet in school. I miss getting wet in school! I'm tired! And i miss school! I wish i dream about it...with all those that should be in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-4625165549521461001?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4625165549521461001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=4625165549521461001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/4625165549521461001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/4625165549521461001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/10/after-so-many-days-i-am-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-3844366185231171962</id><published>2008-10-27T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:47:17.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOATHE CHINA!&lt;div&gt;They're a china piece of shit! The government of China shouldn't be given the place to stand there and talk their craps away. They're the worst bullshits on Earth EVER! What kind of bastards do they think they are? Why do they even lived!? Fuck you China! We have the rights to call you china for all i care! Because you indeed is living in a grade far below than us! At least we know what's right and what's wrong. YOU on the other hand, YOU DON'T KNOW! YOU PUT MELAMINE IN YOUR MILK ALTHOUGH YOU KNEW IT KILLS! You selfish lot of assholes! All you care about is yourself youself AND YOURSELF! You've created a massives massacre of huge magnitude because you wanted to earn more income than giving input for your sources. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU KNEW MELAMINE KILLS! BUT YOU STILL USE IT IN MILKS! A PRODUCT YOU KNOW WE CONSUME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You worthless pack of cunts! You even killed your own people! BABIES!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You suck you know that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could the government even allow that to happen! Just because they wanted the olympics to occur in China! Just because the government didn't want the world to know the truth. Just because you didn't want to lower your reputations! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK FOR HELPING THAT CHINA COMPANY COVER FOR ALL THESE NONSENSE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You made fake eggs. You made fake paos. You made fake medicines. ALL FAKES! I guess you're even fakes. BECAUSE YOU SHOULD BE! You're just monsters who care nothing but all about yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck YOU China, FUCK YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, the government can jail me! I DON'T CARE! This is my blog, i write what's in my mind. AND THAT'S THE FACT! In fact, the government have no rights to jail me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jail me for saying the truth. Jail me for criticising a country that killed so many people. Jail me for saying they're worthless. Jail me for saying this to the world. Jail me for speaking my thoughts. Jail me for ranting in my blog. Jail me because my father was a victim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;China...how are you going to compensate all this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-3844366185231171962?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3844366185231171962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=3844366185231171962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3844366185231171962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3844366185231171962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-loathe-china-theyre-china-piece-of.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-5767276139710834727</id><published>2008-10-26T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:33:33.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Laugh my arse out. &lt;div&gt;I've been getting really weird dreams lately... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time's better than the previous one. It's about me getting my O's result...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The venue was that area just outside school... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meaning i was throng with people just outside my school gate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny thing was, our O's result appears from thin air. And YinSong was one of them who was getting the O's result too... He was the only friend in my dreams this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, his result appeared to him first. His english was a straight A2! And all his other subjects won't badly done too. More of Bs and lesser Cs. I got mine after i'd seen his. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got A1 for english!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A1 for FnN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A1 for Science!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A2 for Maths!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A2 for humanities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the funny thing was...i got C5 for chinese. Boy was it a spoilsport. Straight away i knew i was dreaming my way off, so i forced myself awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is insane!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like hell i would get this kind of result. It's almost perfection! Anyway, i recalled something. I told huiting i dreamt i scored well for my O's in one of my other dream(didn't get to see the result. But people told me i did well)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huiting said "you know hor, dreams are vice versa to reality. If you get all A1s in you dream, you'll expect what you'll get in reality"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@=( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave her a dirty look. Then Tina said "Don't worry lar! You won't score all F9s de lar. Think you'll just pass all you exams or get Bs lor."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Clench fist*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad my year end is coming. No longer have to stay around the infernal area and get myself all wrecked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm seriously looking forward to my class chalet. Would seem really fun. I slept alot in the previous one. Missed out alot of crucial and fun things (besides having to drink...eerrghhh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I trained myself well i think, i'm sleeping a little later than usual already. Haha, wonder how the whole preparation is going now. Seem to me there's alot of people making this thing together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. I'm trying hard. I think i lied too much. I guess i have to make up to many people. It makes me feel like a hypocrite. They all thought so well of me. Thought i was their friend. Thought i could be trusted. I'm just confused... Sometimes, i don't really understand myself too. It just comes naturally...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need somebody...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-5767276139710834727?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5767276139710834727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=5767276139710834727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5767276139710834727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5767276139710834727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/10/laugh-my-arse-out.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-2337459039199755675</id><published>2008-10-25T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:02:43.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was my suckiest day ever. I finally finished The Avatar online today. It was totally awesome! I love their perfection in graphic, and their sarcasm in wisdom are really good. It was a good ending...but it could be continued. There were some parts that were missing... made the video incomplete. My day sucked because my mum woke me up at 10am to go to the temple to pray to my ancestors. I hate it. And i keep dozing off. What's with those people? They act like those who are dead are still alive! They're only alive in us... what's the need to pray to them at some other place when those dead have always been our side. I say, i'll not be praying to my ancestors or my parents after i grow up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realise something. I had the weirdest dream yesterday. I dreamt of people in my school. It's something like there's a new group of people creating a new belief. And one of my classmate was sarificed for that whole ritual. Meaning he died. But it gets weird there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was Joey, Sakina, BingShun, Huimin, JiaQi and Jenifer. I don't really know how it started, but me, Joey, Sakina, Huimin, JiaQi and Jenifer were walking on an underground tunnel towards an MRT station. Joey was walking ahead. me, Sakina and Jenifer were walking and chatting together. HuiMin and JiaQi were like slow pokes coming from another universe. Far behind us. The time we reach the MRT station, the train came. The 2 tortoise were behind and we urge them to hurry. We didn't really wait for them. I remember we were already inside the train when we shouted to them. They didn't run, just continued walking... The door closed eventually, and we acted like they won't really with us all that while. After that, they didn't appear in my dreams anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes dreams work this way, you background will change almost immediately. It was night. And we were walking on a pathway, surrounded by HDBs. It's like halfway through, there was this normal looking brick pathments. There were flame torches by the side and a coffin at the very end. There was a man standing infront of the coffin, and a lady a few stones throw from the man, but she was looking at the opposite direction of the coffin. She was sort of weeping. This comes the complication. I don't really know what's going on too. We asked the lady what was going on. She said they are starting a new religion. And the person in the coffin was sacrificed to complete this ritual. Then she said something about him murdering another person, and committed suicide after that. That's why he was made as the person to be sacrificed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I don't know the faces of the man/lady. Not farmiliar. And i think there were other people part of the ritual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, we waited for the whole ritual to end. That freaky man suddenly just opened the coffin. I have no idea why, but the four of us just dashed towards that coffin to have a good look at who was being sacrificed. That person wasn't dead. He was more of asleep. And he woke up after the coffin was open. It's BingShun. I was stunned. Everyone was i guess, so we started questioning him how the hell he got into this matter. He said he was being preserved, and he wasn't in good condition. One thing i know, is he looks like a few years younger than he is now, in reality. He'd a raspy voice and he didn't want to say anything about what happened and if he murdered anybody. So Joey told me to shut up already...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, my mum woke me up to get ready for maths paper1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohyeah, before this dream, i had another. I was in pokemon island catching pokemons! Cool yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-2337459039199755675?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2337459039199755675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=2337459039199755675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/2337459039199755675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/2337459039199755675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-was-my-suckiest-day-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-3472031923542122041</id><published>2008-10-24T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:38:43.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a reason why i like cartoons and animations so much. It's a complex reason. It's not just that i like cartoons so much i'm so over obsess with it. I guess it's because it teach me loads of things. And those things are able to go into my head. Unlike reality shows, cartoons are able to draw out a much clearer picture about what things are like. The exaggerations and the cool pixel animation just rocks me from this world, somewhere far away, experiencing things that normal human beings cannot act on. A cartoon is far better than shows put up by humans. A cartoon is perfect and made to be perfect. It brings out the fact of true life in the whole. But humans can't. Because to err is human.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o.O so that explains stuffs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's great exams are ending. I'm so going to burn the knowledge after all this bullshiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find avatar really interesting. It's cool and funny and sarcastic... and alot of friendships. I want to water bend! It's really awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;APPA, YIPYIP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-3472031923542122041?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3472031923542122041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=3472031923542122041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3472031923542122041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3472031923542122041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-is-reason-why-i-like-cartoons-and.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-3262708019634349117</id><published>2008-10-22T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:43:39.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few days back, i was having my science practical. I couldn't really say it was a total disaster, but i did something a candidate shouldn't have done. I wrote my physics' data in pencil. It was clear cut that the markers wouldn't mark them. They won't mark answers written in pencils. I lost 4 marks just like that. Then again, they might mark it. The instructions on my cover page said this "Only graphs, tables and rough works can be written in pencil". My data was a table.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&gt;unknown&lt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      --&gt;.&lt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-3262708019634349117?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3262708019634349117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=3262708019634349117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3262708019634349117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3262708019634349117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/10/few-days-back-i-was-having-my-science.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-3834508233515469110</id><published>2008-10-14T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:15:48.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was fun, but wasn't fruitful. I still like it one or another.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at 7am today because i had remedial lessons at 8am. I learnt my lesson through previous experiences. So i strolled around my house and took my time. Blahblahblah....chemistry ended, but i wasn't able to understand what i wanted to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, me, joey, ruiqing and boris decided to study in sakae sushi [buffet]. Well, buffet starts at 3pm. And classes ended at 11am. I've prepared a shorts so i wouldn't need to go home after school just to change. After changing, i went to the study room to study. I felt different, probably because my mind was fully awake. I couldn't concentrate on my studies. Kept thinking else where. Thinking about things. Since i couldn't really study, and i don't like forcing information in to a living-dead brain, i went to the yishun stadium. Alot of memories trapped there. Looked around the stadium for awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 minutes later, i heard footsteps. More like jogging. And true enough, there came a jogger. Behind that jogger, was Bing Shun! I got stunned. Didn't know the world was so small. Well, Singapore is small. I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i burnt time there and left for Sembawang after that. Killed alot of time inside the arcade. I wasn't playing. Just looking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Boris came. Followed by Ruiqing. Then Joey flew over. Bing Shun was coming too. But we didn't wait for him. Inside, we crapped hella lot. Alot of laughters. Couldn't eat because my stomach was really painful. So i went to shit. When i came back, i saw BingShun. Don't mistaken me, it's an hour later from 3pm before he reached. Meaning the time "now" is 4pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say i demoralised myself alot. Actually, no. I just want to be safe. Just don't want any unhappiness. I know some people wouldn't want to be like some other person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahaha, then i made a fool of myself too. Fooled alot! So they laughed alot. I'm not stupid... i just think it's something fun to say. No harm anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deserts came with the red plates. Food on the red plates were placed on ice bags. So i remembered that ice bags were formed by endothermic chemical reaction. RuiQing didn't believe me. I showed him the text book, but he said it was only for the atheletes kind of ice bags. Anyway, we argued about it. I got really pissed. I just hate competition. Hate competing with friends. But it just occurred. I might be dumb. But it doesn't mean what ever i said are just junks spurting out of my mouth. I know he didn't mean it anyway. So we stopped the arguement abruptly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ice cream was nice. Mine was yam flavoured. Desired to trade with them, but none wanted yam. Anyway, we didn't study much, though the main aim was to study. They decided to go to coffee beans to study. I didn't stay for long. Left home to continue stuffing food (dinner) down the throat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-3834508233515469110?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3834508233515469110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=3834508233515469110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3834508233515469110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3834508233515469110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-fun-but-wasnt-fruitful.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-2709537674225260532</id><published>2008-10-13T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:25:47.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i was suppose to meet joey at 10am at sembawang to study. My phone rang at 9.30am. That was when i woke. Joey called me and hell, i was late for sure. But nevertheless, i reached there earlier.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ordered our food after reaching mos burger and started munching on the fries. Mos burger is the only fast food restaurant i've seen, to weigh their fries. Boon came after that. But he left together with Tommy half way through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was abit sluggish, but started intensive studying somewhere around 3pm. Joey stopped chatting because she gave birth to an ulcer which started aching her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left mos burger at 6pm. I've to get to the temple by around 7pm. Needed to pray there, for good results for me and also for them. I stand up to them... let's move on as one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The heart is stronger than you think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If the mind keeps thinking you've had enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but the heart keeps telling you don't give!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Just stand up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-2709537674225260532?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2709537674225260532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=2709537674225260532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/2709537674225260532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/2709537674225260532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-i-was-suppose-to-meet-joey-at.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-6966250978455510845</id><published>2008-10-11T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:05:31.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up early today because my daddy woke me like bloody hell early. He's a pig in the mud! Shouldn't he be sleeping too? But i got up at 9am.&lt;div&gt;On my computer early too... Did nothing but play grandchase. It's rather addictive to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, time flew pretty fast. Anyway, i got pawned like nobody's business. Kept being thrown or pushed down the gorge/pit. It's was @##$^*@@ damn annoying. Those khaki hedious creatures better watch out. Eat my fist after O's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started strolling into my bathroom at around 11.25am. Start rushing off after my bath. I had to reach Causeway before 12am. But there was a disruption... The MRT heading marina bay got jammed in between its tracks for what ever reason i care. I just know i was going to be late, no thanks to that. That useless train delayed my train for 50min! Jenson suggested me to take a bus to the interchange. So i did. On my way, people started pushing here and there... Like what's with them? It's not like they're about to die... Yet they acted like ants heading for shelter before thick drops of rain pop on them. Assholes! I was lucky i didn't fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reached the bus stop. You have no idea how the pile of shit lot of people were there, all waiting for the same bus! To add on that irritating business, it was drizzling. Then police arrive. The the fire fighters and other emergency nouns. Thought it might be nothing. It turned out an idiot either fell in/tried to get his/her thing/suicided. God knows, i don't know. But i hope he/she will be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dispite the delay, i still got there earlier. Went into the CD shop to have a look at the latest cartoon. Not interested. Then RongLe and Jenson came. *fast foward*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to library study in the end. I managed to do some work... Then i heard alot of sniffing. I was surprised how one person could be fine in one minute, and was sick in the other. Yes, Jenson caught a cold. But he didn't bother much about it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As predicted, Nicholas came at around 5pm. An hour later, we left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-6966250978455510845?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6966250978455510845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=6966250978455510845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6966250978455510845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/6966250978455510845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-woke-up-early-today-because-my-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-5952697017555259281</id><published>2008-10-10T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:29:15.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As usual, i have to wake today for chemistry remedial. The feeling of having to wake up early after sleeping late is really painful. 7am in the morning. Walked around the house, half dead. Just couldn't open my eyes wide enough to look around Earth. I would not lose an opportunity in shutting my eyes even just for a few seconds.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after i brushed my teeth, i sat in the toilet bowl as usual to empty my bowels. Any ordinary TIRED person would close their eyes while they shit right? I did that. Eventually, i fell asleep on it, dispite of the uncomfortness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure what happened after that, but i know i became sane just so suddenly. Wasn't really sure of the time, but i know i wasted alot of it sitting on that round piece of shitting equipment. So i rushed my bath time and finally got out of the bathroom. 40min flew past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i was going to be late. Ate breakfast like i had the hell of hundred few zillion billion minutes left to spare. Then slowly strolled out of house. Wonder why i actually rushed in that crappy squeezy bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, nothing much really happened today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vanitha thought us a few other skills in chemistry as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also gotten 2storeys thick of FnN notes. That's hell ya lot you know? But Mandy typed every single page herself. It's remarkable... more of touching. For us... I need to do well. 5 years in my school just for this infernal day to happen. I will not put it to waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went lunch with my friends after everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially went to macdonald's, but they realise they didn't really wanted macdonald's. So we went to one of the nearest coffee shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate dumpling noodle! Smack! Delicious!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't bother what the others were eating, i like my food. But there's a fellow beside me who whined about the spicy content in his food. Endeavoured to trade his dish with mine. Fat hope! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i know he was only joking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Offered a dumpling to him since he was in such an agony. He didn't want it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i went home after some chats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now typing because i'm really sick of studying. Which bloody shit created such a thing as studying and working? May I rip his ass off his pathetic body if i ever see him. Just like what stickman did... He deserves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a hero. TV always show super heroes saving nondescript people. Where's one here? I need a hero!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-5952697017555259281?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5952697017555259281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=5952697017555259281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5952697017555259281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5952697017555259281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-usual-i-have-to-wake-today-for.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-857983161895547786</id><published>2008-10-09T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:37:23.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i went back to school to attend my chemistry remedial. I was told that my class will not have any combinations with other classes during the remedial. Our teacher was disappointing. She forgot about us and offered another remedial lesson to another class. My friends and i had to move into the limited area for lessons. Not happy. But everything turned out fine in the end.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Boris today too! He slimmed like hell. Bing Shun laughed at him for not having any nutritional content in his body. But i couldn't see any difference. Haha. I sat with him during chemistry remedial too. As sarcastic as was ever. Hell yeah, i was making a fool out of myself and he just couldn't stop his laugh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my big mouth. Spurting nonsensical words out of my mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vanitha also told me to be more respectful and not be rude. I yelled at her when she took away the answers from the projector. I yelled like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: ARGHHHH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, i was slow in copying stuff. Anyway, any ordinary person would also order her to replace the answers back to the projector. I got the shit from her. So i learnt. This time, i said in my common tone and was really polite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Miss Vanitha, i haven't finished copying yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vanitha: Copy it later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learnt a valuable lesson. Some people only talk crap. Don't believe everything-even when it seem truthful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenson seemed really gloomy today-for some reason. I'm not sure if it's because of studies. But it most likely seem so. Couldn't really tell though. Maybe i should help him if i could...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like hell... i always wreck things up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, he changed his url and blog skin too! I kind of like the skin. It's really neatly done. Looks really magical. I like magical stuffs, magical stuffs are cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to help Nicholas too... I think i can. Ahh, i'm not sure. I can't just leave him to die. He was good with me for a few years after all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life just suck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-857983161895547786?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/857983161895547786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=857983161895547786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/857983161895547786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/857983161895547786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-i-went-back-to-school-to-attend.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-3597701731625438819</id><published>2008-10-04T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:24:25.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QJEs1TyzL_A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QJEs1TyzL_A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJEs1TyzL_A"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJEs1TyzL_A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-3597701731625438819?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3597701731625438819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=3597701731625438819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3597701731625438819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/3597701731625438819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-4845099433137435159</id><published>2008-10-04T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:41:46.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday...was the last of everything....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last day. It was the last day of everlasting fun, the last day of bonds, the last day of carefree days, the last day of everything.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although i got the chance to experience this stage of life for another year, it's still not enough. Basically, nothing was enough. I'm blessed i could say. I had fun, honestly. Even the bad times we had, had form into fond memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, when they tore off that piece of art, my heart ached. It's over. I could feel it, i was going to cry. But joey said we've to move on. And i realise, life's like that. It gives me the fun, but it also gives me the cruelty in equivilent. I fought back my tears. It was then i realise, all those arguements were nothing. It couldn't ruin the fact that we are indeed friends. How much we hate each other were just fakes and hillucinations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 years ago. I was just a one short geek being played around with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No strength no place no friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much so that i hated going to school. I feared schooling! I had nothing there. And most of all, i hated the people around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 years later, all had changed. What i hated is now what i cherish most. We grew much, talked much, played much. What now? It's time for what's most unbearable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, we were told one thing -that class was no longer ours. I've signed out my report book. We're no longer a class anymore. I no longer own a form teacher anymore. I can no longer do things the way I did those few years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more fights, no more arguments, no more teamings. No more carnivals, no more chats in school, ...no more school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My emptiness was filled with all they gave me. I know I'm not alone. They are always around me. There's alot i couldn't put into words. I hope what i tried to do made them notice that i'm trying to convey something to them. I wonder what my life would be after all this... What will i be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suddenly like the life i had in the past. Where there were alot of fights and stupid incident. I'm glad all those happened. It's what school life should be. I didn't enjoy it then. But i know it's worth it. It's now part of me. I guess many things that happened before won't bother me anymore. But it's really unbearable. Many say that secondary school life is the only life where you experience most things together with different people. It's what cause unity. It's the reason why I'm sad. That unity will soon vanish. No one will remember the feeling of this day after everything else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm an irritant to many many many people. I know they are annoyed by me. I stayed on because i want to be with them. I know this day will come. So what if i irritated them and left a somewhat bad impression of me in them? At least i'm still remembered. Honestly, i couldn't remember much of my primary school friends' name -I don't even remember most of them! I don't want that to happen to me and them. I know i'll remember them. There's so many things about them i can remember for life. Both happy and sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope i wouldn't be avoidedbecause of my attitude. I want to spend the last of these few days with them all, just before we part. And i hope many won't walk out of my life. The foot prints will always lay in my heart. It's a really great impact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i won't live another life like this... It's just like how i missed my primary school days. Somehow, i know they feel the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm not afraid to cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But a friend told me it's needless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I know i will someday soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And i hope they'll all be by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I really love them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/1348517077986498500-4845099433137435159?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4845099433137435159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=4845099433137435159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/4845099433137435159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/4845099433137435159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterdaywas-last-of-everything.html' title='Yesterday...was the last of everything....'/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-4822080467809945980</id><published>2008-09-24T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:23:35.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfbxxd01mzk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfbxxd01mzk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess this song helps us to be resilient and persevere as what dear principal just said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1348517077986498500-4822080467809945980?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4822080467809945980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=4822080467809945980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/4822080467809945980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/4822080467809945980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/09/guess-this-song-helps-us-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-8882107545767253368</id><published>2008-09-23T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:45:30.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myLGVDHFxIg/SNjyNygvZ0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/r2c9n6MlWtI/s1600-h/CRAPOCTO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myLGVDHFxIg/SNjyNygvZ0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/r2c9n6MlWtI/s200/CRAPOCTO.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249211684411631426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back track abit. This picture is what i've gotten as my birthday gift. One from michelle and the other from yinxiu. It's actually from a cupcake. So cute lor. Attempted to make look like cartoon, but uploaded to become like that. So lousy. &lt;div&gt;Gotten 2 other v.v.v.v cute books from yongjun and xinni also~ extremely intelligent of them. Mr. snow and mr. chatterbox. X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And some other gifts better not mention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-8882107545767253368?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8882107545767253368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=8882107545767253368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8882107545767253368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8882107545767253368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-track-abit.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myLGVDHFxIg/SNjyNygvZ0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/r2c9n6MlWtI/s72-c/CRAPOCTO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348517077986498500.post-2400503779681138198</id><published>2008-09-23T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:56:21.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything could change. But i really want friendship to remain the same.&lt;div&gt;After Boris's undergone all his dilee dalees/dili dalis, i realise what we need most when crisis came is really just a simple caring friend. Why i know that? Because he keeps asking when will we reach, or if we will visit him, or if we could go accompany him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really shows that he just want us to be with him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sorrow and pain could be unbearable. What ever that might happen next, i don't really know anymore. What ever that should have happened haven't happen yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 years down the road, we might all just lose contact with each other. And especially when i soon enter the @#$&amp;amp;#@ NS arena, i won't even have time for any of them. Then i go to the work force, where the hell can i get enough time. 24hrs is not enough! We get tired too soon too quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next year will be our last unplanned gathering. We'll hug, we'll cry, we'll smile and then... we'll just say byebye. 1minute to say "HI" yeah? Forever to say "GoodBye".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I LOVE YOU ALL..I 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style="text-align: right;"&gt;sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-2400503779681138198?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2400503779681138198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=2400503779681138198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/2400503779681138198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/2400503779681138198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/09/everything-could-change.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-8862353157280578262</id><published>2008-09-22T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:56:40.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOHOO!&lt;div&gt;I'm like such a brave guy can? I watched 4bia &lt;u&gt;ALONE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i only watch the last 4bia scene. HEY ALONE OK! Great achievement already. I mean, this is the first time in my entire life i sit infront of my PC, watching a horror movie with gore scenes ALL BY MYSELF!!!&lt;div&gt;Yes, by that, i'm praising myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S REALLY SCARY! THAT @#$%^$@! princess is sososo gross in the very end. And that dumb stwerdess dont know how to stay at the location near the pilots! SHE WALKED AROUND!!! It is no wonders she'll be dead. What a retard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now...i have no idea how i'm going to sleep. Oh shit! I was like screaming practically all the way at the end of the movie. Can't be helped. Everything so sudden. They pop, i scream. Then my mother gave me a glare cause she's watching TV. Last episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she said this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:"SCREAM SOME MORE? I wake up come find you arh~!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG!!! Please dont!! I don't even know how I'm going to sleep now. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K lar...actually not that bad also, i only hate the lastlast scene. Hideous women, large and manymanymanymanyX200 eyebags, saliva dripping infinitely, decayed body, awerrhhhh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yucks man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I'm going to watch spongebob to lighten myself. I'll need to sleep early. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK!&lt;br /&gt;PS: Special thanks to JOEY! for "babysitting" me. I could have been dead if no one had want to accompany me virtually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND STOP MOCKING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear never to watch any kind of @#$%^&amp;amp; horror movie without a companion. I don't want to die so early!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was like saying to myself " WO YAO SI LE"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-8862353157280578262?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8862353157280578262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=8862353157280578262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8862353157280578262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/8862353157280578262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/09/woohoo-im-like-such-brave-guy-can-i.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-5739372121619275609</id><published>2008-09-21T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:52:50.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What happens when joker rammed batman and robin with a vehicle?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; They become flatman and ribbon!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------- LAUGH PLEASES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just being really bored. Went suntec yesterday...that fountain is a real beauty. I say, when i get married, that area shall be the exact location i propose to my fiancee. Though it was a mere 15min or so, i still enjoyed myself. Okay, i was abit vex on the way because of time constraint. But the minute i heard the sound of beauty, it made me relax myself. Was still happy after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my Mother's birthday. Loves her! I asked her why she didn't want me born on the same day as her- since i'm not born naturally- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she said "Oh, the doctor  picked 19/9 lo. Then he said it's a good timing so i said okay lor. God knows i can choose today's date also arh" .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i asked " what about didi (my #@$%$# younger brother) leh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She replied " He got no choice also, confirm born in April de. Doctor say, 18/4 good, huat arh. So i say okay also lo." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD cute mothers live happy. So we sang her a birthday song at my grandfather's house, enlightened with a chocolate birthday cake. Best of the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my aunt said "hey, live long arh, longevity!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHOA! My mother gave a quick reply, "I DONT WANT! NONONO"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD laughed my ass out. Her reaction was simply retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't sleep well yesterday too... lmao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1348517077986498500-5739372121619275609?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5739372121619275609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=5739372121619275609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5739372121619275609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/5739372121619275609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-happens-when-joker-used-vehicle-to.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-2673311340045111101</id><published>2008-09-21T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T10:46:14.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH YOU@#$%$#@ CUNT! &lt;div&gt;STOP BEING SUCH A SUCKER MAN@#$@#$^#$%!!!!&lt;div&gt;Damndamndamndamndamn pissed. Blood going up and down like tides, impurities!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the weather,... ARHH!!! @#$%#@!$%@! HOTHOT HUMID! Adding on to my furiousity. I just want to shout!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@%%@@!$#%$@#^%@#%^$#@$%^$#@$%^@#$@%$@#$%....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PAIN IN MY ASS! STUPID MOSQUITOE!!!! IM GOING TO GET YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YES I AM! Wont'show mercy! SQUASH YOU FLAT LIKE A RIBBON! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WANT MY BLOOD BACK SUCKER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348517077986498500-2673311340045111101?l=ultimatewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2673311340045111101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348517077986498500&amp;postID=2673311340045111101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/2673311340045111101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348517077986498500/posts/default/2673311340045111101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimatewords.blogspot.com/2008/09/argh-you-cunt-stop-being-such-sucker.html' title=''/><author><name>BingXue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300344917959206713</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-1348517077986498500.post-5285551558173780127</id><published>2008-09-19T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:35:10.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARHH!!! DAMN! DAMN! 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