<?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-5987365534218656133</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:35:53.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disturbing thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433497489350553929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987365534218656133.post-1487630054699973812</id><published>2007-06-11T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T04:52:06.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people. sorry for not updating regularly. just that everyday seems so mundane to me. that's why i hate holidays.&lt;br /&gt;but the thought of going back to school also haunts me, as Olevels is coming real soon. that's why I hate school too =D&lt;br /&gt;well. besides the fact, my mom has been warded again. I just don't get it. it has been twice this year now. how long more ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;local movies really sucks. as in, really sucks big time. take for example MEN IN WHITE.&lt;br /&gt;I have been telling myself in my heart that this show sucks and i would never watch it BUT. jm0 turned a deaf ear on me and damn, i wasted $9.50. =(&lt;br /&gt;this show is about 5 ghosts living in a HDB estate. now tell me, which ghosts, raps and dances? man and the guy in the Lakers jersey in the movie got to just quit acting. His fake american accent killed me throughout the movie. And the girl is just, disgustin. ahhh. gosh. there is no positives about this movie. downright negative. like the 8 Days, the verdict for this movie is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 out of 5 Stars! (1 being the most most most horrible of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing much to blog about otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;imu! hahahhahha =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987365534218656133-1487630054699973812?l=1perfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1487630054699973812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987365534218656133&amp;postID=1487630054699973812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/1487630054699973812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/1487630054699973812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-people_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433497489350553929</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-5987365534218656133.post-3655403016518403399</id><published>2007-06-04T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T08:36:19.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people. so sorry for not blogging regularly. has been rather busy of late. busy not in the acadmic stuffs. busy not in school stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;1 year passed so fast. last year, i still remember mr neo walking in to the prefects room telling me that everyone supports me and stuffs. and that I was made the president. now, looking back. it's kind of a regret for me. you see, being a leader is nice. leading leaders is nicer. but being in that shoes, it really sucks. Im not cut out for this shit. you see. I am naughty. I don't have full discipline. yes, i can lead. BUT, i can be tempted more easily than anything. you see, friends played a more important part. i wasn't reay to give up my friends and be a goody two shoes. I cant be the person who always keeps a clean attire and be Mr.Good Example for all. afterall, i never was a person who would listen and be good for once. I am not that disciplined you know! I feel that i have let down the people who trusted in me. But, i think, i have to say this, just to clear it off my chest. just to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha. but don't worry people. I didn't spend my whole week reflecting on all these stuffs. Im so glad i have passed down my role to another person, and i know she would do a better job then me, definately. i am so glad, i do not bear the responsibility of that role anymore. I always wished mr neo would sacked me or smth. now that i am no longer, i feel very much at eased =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE holidays have been alright so far. at least, ona positive note, it is the Great Singapore Sale! it's another reason why we should splurge and spoil ourselve, and another reason to waste our parents money heh heh heh. yea. i bought shirts and shirts and shirts. none other, than shirts!&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, lessons had been equally taxing. it's taxing off my holidays! of course, our main priority is FnN.(people practical is this thursday) HOLY! =X wish me luck. i need more of it then skills.&lt;br /&gt;tml, it's going to be another trip to RELC, that secluded area i didn't like. it's literature seminar again. oh my.... the prevous one was boring. wonder how's it this time round.&lt;br /&gt;also, i have decided to work my fats off. by jogging every morning! today's run was RUINED by the absence of KA NI NA! she slept late. and i didn't dare jog alone round punggol park. BLOODY! the trees are scary! LOL (that explains why i need a kaki right) nvm ka ni na. you can slack at home and work on ur bulging stomach(oops i think i mentioned ure fat =X )&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahah so tml, jogging! with DON! hahhaa hopes he is not like ka ni na! hope he wakes up! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other things i missed out?&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, SONIC EDGE CONCERT WAS GOOD, although it was a million years ago. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just follow law is very funny. hahhahahahhahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;say some more! SOME MORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;say some more! SOME MORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;say some more! SOME MORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aiyo ni men hen old fashioned leh. wo you xin de blog liao.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laozhabor.blogspot.com"&gt;www.laozhabor.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh my ass off la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987365534218656133-3655403016518403399?l=1perfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3655403016518403399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987365534218656133&amp;postID=3655403016518403399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/3655403016518403399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/3655403016518403399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433497489350553929</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-5987365534218656133.post-361263262165974036</id><published>2007-05-29T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:40:32.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came across geraldine's blog and found this really interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Loves to flirt but in a way of joking&lt;br /&gt;B:Popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;C: weird&lt;br /&gt;D: Has one of the best personalities ever&lt;br /&gt;E: Freaking beautiful&lt;br /&gt;F: People wild and crazy adore you.&lt;br /&gt;G: Never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;H: Easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;I: LOVES TO LAUGH&lt;br /&gt;J: Freaking Rowdy&lt;br /&gt;K: Really silly.&lt;br /&gt;L: best smile&lt;br /&gt;M: Makes dating fun&lt;br /&gt;N: One of the best damn bf/gf anyone could ask for&lt;br /&gt;O: Loved by everyone&lt;br /&gt;P: Popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q: A hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R: Good Gf/Bf&lt;br /&gt;S: the best person anyone could have&lt;br /&gt;T: great kisser&lt;br /&gt;U: Gets hugs&lt;br /&gt;V: Not judgmental&lt;br /&gt;W: Very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X: Never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y: Is a freak when it comes to parties&lt;br /&gt;Z: Lives life for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Really silly.&lt;br /&gt;E: Freaking beautiful&lt;br /&gt;N: One of the best damn bf/gf anyone could ask for&lt;br /&gt;N: One of the best damn bf/gf anyone could ask for&lt;br /&gt;E: Freaking beautiful&lt;br /&gt;T: great kisser&lt;br /&gt;H: Easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: best smile&lt;br /&gt;E: Freaking beautiful&lt;br /&gt;O: Loved by everyone&lt;br /&gt;N: One of the best damn bf/gf anyone could ask for&lt;br /&gt;G: Never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. if this works this way. i wonder what the name Sundramoothy Valisamannasne Hsaindasdnu stands for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987365534218656133-361263262165974036?l=1perfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/361263262165974036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987365534218656133&amp;postID=361263262165974036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/361263262165974036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/361263262165974036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-came-across-geraldines-blog-and-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433497489350553929</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-5987365534218656133.post-5291821631172746173</id><published>2007-05-29T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:29:15.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;today is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;today suppose to have extra lessons.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up/overslept till about 11am until gi called me from my beauty sleep. ahhh&lt;br /&gt;this is what ms.chen told me man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mschen-&lt;/strong&gt; " kenneth im so disappointed in you, what happen to you? i want you to get here right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me-&lt;/strong&gt; " but.. but... tcher.. i overslept.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mschen-&lt;/strong&gt; "this is not an excuse kenneth. you are suppose to be a role model ( there we go again)&lt;br /&gt;now its half an hour past my lesson. Im kind enough to let you come to my lesson, or else you will have to prepare to fac ethe consequences urself ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me-&lt;/strong&gt; "but. but. but."&lt;br /&gt;......................................................&lt;br /&gt;I made it to school. with 10 mins left sigh sigh sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TERENCE POH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after lessons went to eat prata. WOAH i didnt know JJ can eat 6 pieces of plain man.. what a fat ass (joking joking!) woah... but you know what. he felt that he was just alright, not full yet. Im so &lt;strong&gt;FLABBERGASTED.&lt;/strong&gt; hahahhahahhahaha =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, I watched 200 pounds beauty finally! =D where got touching ? but the girl is so beautiful. i don't think she went for any plastic surgery.(you don't go too okay! =D) yea but the change was so unreal. how can a super fat ass transform into a super slim girl in just one plastic surgery! like that why need slimming pills? hahhahahha&lt;br /&gt;then then then. everyone was so mesmerised by the girl ahhahahha so funny. and i fell in love with the song ave maria i think. but when i search it on ares, it only showed those by il Divo and andrea broccholli. T.T&lt;br /&gt;lols there was this line that caught my eye in the middle of the show.&lt;br /&gt;Hanna, the grl who went for total makeover, got smacked on the butt by her friend. she let our a ah! sound. and said this funny thing. 'don't smack too hard! the silicon might fell out of place' =D&lt;br /&gt;then she was jumping for joy after that. man!&lt;br /&gt;those who have not watched it. go watch. it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-LAZwoNDGeM/RlxFo-WttTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7lgDfVYAHlw/s1600-h/200+pounds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070003850747688242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="266" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-LAZwoNDGeM/RlxFo-WttTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7lgDfVYAHlw/s320/200+pounds.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man. while i was searching for something. i came across this picture. She is the lead actress for 200 pounds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why does she look abit like chrystal ou? HAHHAHAHHA(click to enlarge if cant see clearly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what do you like about her? Pretty? only assholes like you would say that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what do you like about her? innocenct? only assholes like me would say that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-200 pounds beauty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987365534218656133-5291821631172746173?l=1perfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5291821631172746173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987365534218656133&amp;postID=5291821631172746173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/5291821631172746173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/5291821631172746173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-is-lame-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433497489350553929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-LAZwoNDGeM/RlxFo-WttTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7lgDfVYAHlw/s72-c/200+pounds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987365534218656133.post-5700820465368263189</id><published>2007-05-27T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T06:52:17.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;sorry people, i know it has been a really long time since I last blog. it's all thanks to CM06 man..&lt;br /&gt;yea, its championship manager 2006. it's friggin addictive, i just cant get my mind off playng from it. want me to blog more about the game? i can go on all night =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, it has been a rollercoaster week for me, but most of the time, it has been good =D&lt;br /&gt;let's start off with my results. it sucks. prelims 1 sucks. but look on the bright side, i can aim for good progress, which is $150! =D&lt;br /&gt;talking about exams, talking about OLEVELS EXAMS, tml is the beginning, it's... CHINESE! damn &lt;a href="mailto:%$^&amp;#@%&amp;amp;%"&gt;%$^&amp;#@%&amp;amp;%&lt;/a&gt; of all papers, it has to be chinese. the subject i find hard, the subject i have no interest in. I rather take malay! wish me luck for tml paper's. I really need it. and god, please give me the will and strength, the wisdom to answer every single question on that sheet of paper. amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me it's a lie, tell me it ain't reality, but you are gone so fast =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, also, I played pool twice in this week! yea yea yea. so long never touch my beautiful cue-stick! I love POOL wahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most enjoyable time of the week has to be on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;let's start from the morning. we had E-LEARNING, which meanswe do nt have to go to school, but instead stay at home and do internet assignments. trust me, it sucks. it really does. I rather go to school. I'm dead serious! damn. I merey ti-kam throughout all the test la.. i meant, even if i put in effort, i doubt there will be any contradictin results.&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to meet apple, nicholas and teo in town. damn I hate TAKASHIMAYA. I got confused/caught between civic plaza and taka itself. argh. anyhow, it was supposed to celebrate nich's belated birthday (HAPPY BELATED 17! =D) so we went to play pool and then watch pirates of the carribean( it's worth, for one reason, KK!) no. not kenneth koh, its keira kneightly!&lt;br /&gt;she is bloody gorgeous man! oh shit. and orlando bloom is such a slut. he kissed her thighs! WALAO... he kissed her tighs... bloody bast. she is friggin hot hot sexy spicy man!&lt;br /&gt;and chow yun fatt, that fat ugly ass. he kissed her too! wth. some cheap old asian acting as pirate got to kiss keira! I ALSO WANT. but hell, Singapore was the star of the show man.&lt;br /&gt;welcome to singapore!&lt;br /&gt;and newman sucked as the specal extra effects hahah.&lt;br /&gt;alright. the fun didn't stop there. we went to chom chom to eat. shit, we were hungry but i felt like a glutton. hahahhaha. i ate, the food was good gees... and so, with a bloated stomach, i went home and sleep T.T ( but I'm not fat ) yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been a day after she left for bangkok. already, I'm starting to .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT SINGAPORE SALE BIATCHES (lets go shopping)&lt;br /&gt;i want to burn my pockets =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml is chinese OLEVEL, let's own it =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987365534218656133-5700820465368263189?l=1perfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5700820465368263189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987365534218656133&amp;postID=5700820465368263189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/5700820465368263189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/5700820465368263189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-sorry-people-i-know-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433497489350553929</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-5987365534218656133.post-2668038468629632015</id><published>2007-05-19T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:17:49.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing - Finger Eleven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless tonight&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wasted the light&lt;br /&gt;Between both these times&lt;br /&gt;I drew a really thin line&lt;br /&gt;It’s nothing I planned&lt;br /&gt;And not that I can&lt;br /&gt;But you should be mine&lt;br /&gt;Across that line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I traded it all&lt;br /&gt;If I gave it all away for one thing&lt;br /&gt;Just for one thing&lt;br /&gt;If I sorted it out&lt;br /&gt;If I knew all about this one thing&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t that be something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I might&lt;br /&gt;Not walk on by&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time&lt;br /&gt;But not this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to know&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I guess I know&lt;br /&gt;I just hate how it sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you be that one thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987365534218656133-2668038468629632015?l=1perfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2668038468629632015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987365534218656133&amp;postID=2668038468629632015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/2668038468629632015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/2668038468629632015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-thing-finger-eleven-restless.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433497489350553929</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-5987365534218656133.post-565069920992682010</id><published>2007-05-19T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T21:51:33.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the weekends are here bitches!&lt;br /&gt;but I have loads of homework.&lt;br /&gt;2 sets of chinese? now that's intensive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday woke up early to go for the lit class at RELC. got to tell you, it's friggi'n far. NOWHERE near orchard. and we met a mad man on the bus. (looks like Don, but mad)&lt;br /&gt;so, the talk was good. as in, not doing any help, but good. As in, entertaining, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday gonna get our results, i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, got to finish up chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;it taste like you, only sweeter =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is cute mannnn................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987365534218656133-565069920992682010?l=1perfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/565069920992682010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987365534218656133&amp;postID=565069920992682010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/565069920992682010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/565069920992682010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/05/weekends-are-here-bitches-but-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433497489350553929</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-5987365534218656133.post-4851262469570796265</id><published>2007-05-16T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T05:28:14.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this sucks&lt;br /&gt;this sucks&lt;br /&gt;this sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese sucks&lt;br /&gt;chinese sucks&lt;br /&gt;chinese sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought prelims 1 is over and we can relax ABIT... well done la, to the MT comm. they have prepared a 1 week torture lesson plan for us. well done people well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;FRC&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE&lt;br /&gt;RECESS&lt;br /&gt;SS&lt;br /&gt;SS&lt;br /&gt;ASS(assembly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, ain't that bad. but having chinese is the worst possible way of coming back to school.&lt;br /&gt;and people, we are taking back our results next week! diao....&lt;br /&gt;so we are going to have chinese during and after school. OBJECTIVE: for us(the chinese people)&lt;br /&gt;to score at least a B3.. wakaka... and only god knows what i scored for prelims. but as i said, it's prelims nia... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok peeps, i have to go do my chinese homework. if never do tml stay back to do. how wicked can they be....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987365534218656133-4851262469570796265?l=1perfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4851262469570796265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987365534218656133&amp;postID=4851262469570796265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/4851262469570796265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/4851262469570796265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-sucks-this-sucks-this-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433497489350553929</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-5987365534218656133.post-205294918977952763</id><published>2007-05-13T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T05:53:53.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people of the world.&lt;br /&gt;today isn't a wonderful day&lt;br /&gt;and it's kinda depicting my mood ladies and gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double blow! as some might say... uh academic areas and matters of the heart...&lt;br /&gt;uh.. er... i'm gonna cuuuuuuuuut mysellffff....                    ergh... (not me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrightt. so after making a dedication to all my friends (not all), i shall make my mid-year's resolution. ( you see, i didn't make any new year's resolution so im making it now)&lt;br /&gt;i would love to have everything in my life. the money, the bitches, the mansion, the butler, the speed demons, the killer body, the everlasting life, wonderful children. yes, i know i have so many wants and yet do so little to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, let's start off with the bitches. wait, correction, should be the bitch. yea. just one. I was watching the girl next door yesterday and damn girl you look so fine. Elisha Cuthbert.. yes the sweetest thing . she has the good looks, the body. and, her role in the movie is being a porn star. yes guys, porn star. add it with elisha cuthbert,  a very sexy porn star =D&lt;br /&gt;so, she would be my bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i would need the mansion. the perfect dungeon. you see, i got all these ideas from CRIBS and they got bloody nice houses, and cars. my house/mansion/dungeon have to resemble David Beckhams recent purchased house. yes overlooking the Pacific Ocean and the Hollywood Hill. fcuking awesome. In the house, yes, we have to ad inthe gym, the pool table, the XBOX 360, the high defination 61' inch Plasma High Defination TV, the king sized bed ( you know, enough said) the movie theatre, the huge garage (to store the beautiful cars).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this brings on to my third resolution, the M-O-N-E-Y. here comes the money.. yea and then the bitches, and then the car clap clap clap.. yea perfect combination biatch. what more do i have to say abt money? you gt to be a sucker if you dn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know your name(tell me)&lt;br /&gt;you got the pretty looks(i hope ur single)&lt;br /&gt;so someday you're gonna come to ur mind(and call me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fat ugly plum shit fugly damn (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987365534218656133-205294918977952763?l=1perfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/205294918977952763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987365534218656133&amp;postID=205294918977952763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/205294918977952763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/205294918977952763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-people-of-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433497489350553929</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-5987365534218656133.post-297398357071178923</id><published>2007-05-12T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T04:05:45.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I loved you more than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I will love you even more tommorow&lt;br /&gt;I am sure of this&lt;br /&gt;Because this is a feeling i've never experienced before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes so fast. by the end of the year, i won't be seeing the old familliar faces. it would be new people, new challenge. sadly, this school brought together the most meaningful memories i woul never forget in a long long time. I would miss many people. I can most definately say, i have really found true friends, and its sad we have to say goodbye. time does not wait for anyone, i hope we would cherish the rest of the year, as time would just go on.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say thank you to those who had taught me, talked to me, and be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;some, i have neglect, some, i have broke hearts. i didn't mean for these to happen, i only hope you would not treat it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;for those i dont know, for those whom i spare just a glancing eye, im sorry i didnt take much effort to get to know you.&lt;br /&gt;For my classmates and fellow friends, 4 years is a very long time. I only hope that you guys would not forget these 4 years as you move on. I hope you guys would carry these memories to wherever you go. True friends are hard to find, Im glad i found you guys =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etched in my heart, i thank you guys:&lt;br /&gt;deirdre - for being my vice president, you have matured so much&lt;br /&gt;geraldine chua - for being a great leader, you are sure to be missed for the squabblings&lt;br /&gt;geraldine ong - for introducing me to that girl ;( and almost making me spill my milo&lt;br /&gt;cheryl - i've always said ure pretty, yet u don't believe me, i hope you believe now yea? haha&lt;br /&gt;bernice - the tai tai, i would miss the most :)&lt;br /&gt;gilbert, kenneth teo- for being there, the gym sessions, the pool sessions, im sure our brotherhood don't just end here.&lt;br /&gt;kenneth teo - for saving me by introducing christ, you are a good friend&lt;br /&gt;jiajun - for telling me what's right and wrong, you have changed so much&lt;br /&gt;aloy - for being an ass haha good luck to you man&lt;br /&gt;terence - for being a loyal friend for a decade!&lt;br /&gt;alexander - my best friend when i had none in sec 1, rock on =D&lt;br /&gt;brenda - for making me realise human can smell like nitrate too! haha just kidding ;)&lt;br /&gt;choi yan - for the bus rides, for the rants, tho we hardly ride home together, you still have not changed :)&lt;br /&gt;yimei - for letting me know what's kiasu. ur aunty-ness should always be a part of you&lt;br /&gt;belinda - for being such a nag, ure a good listener&lt;br /&gt;shima - enough said, i missed you&lt;br /&gt;nathania - the good looking, our date is not forgotten uh? looking forward to ur return =D&lt;br /&gt;hsihjiang - the wise ass ;) you're smart la...&lt;br /&gt;varian - the big smile, the big mouth, and the rumours you have started. typical bitch. haha&lt;br /&gt;jeremy - the skill, could very well be a famous DJ, you're a good motivator and DJ. rock on&lt;br /&gt;chrystal - the experience, tho ever since we are like strangers. good luck&lt;br /&gt;juiwei - being the first. glad you found ure true love =D&lt;br /&gt;candy, adeline - Im such a playboy i know, but im glad you guys found ure respective partners already!&lt;br /&gt;natasha - being a competitive friend, ure such a nice company to have&lt;br /&gt;kalvindar - being a thrash talker I didnt know you are such a lady, haha good luck with juki&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Neo - for being the best advisor one could ever have. Im sorry i let you down&lt;br /&gt;karina - for the talks, dont worry abt ur eyebrows, it would grow soon&lt;br /&gt;mr.chia kah kheng - for believing in me, bringing the best out of me&lt;br /&gt;ms.haryani - for being a lovely maths teacher&lt;br /&gt;apple - for being the apple in my eye uh, cedric dont get this wrong.&lt;br /&gt;newman - for being the joker and a good leader,showing me what leading is all about&lt;br /&gt;jianrong - for showing me good looing can be top scorers as well. good luck professor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;significant people deserves significant recognition. I've never regret loving you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987365534218656133-297398357071178923?l=1perfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/297398357071178923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987365534218656133&amp;postID=297398357071178923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/297398357071178923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/297398357071178923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-loved-you-more-than-yesterday-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433497489350553929</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-5987365534218656133.post-5921119260014709800</id><published>2007-05-09T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T02:01:02.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorrowful&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to sit for science papers? it's not going to help me at all in my near future!&lt;br /&gt;ahhh! i hate chemistry/biology&lt;br /&gt;today papers still ok, but bio so unpredictable.. zzz if come out shit result the feeling would be very sian.. someone enlighten me! $&amp;#%&amp;amp;^%@#&lt;br /&gt;tml is worst still. it is history and maths paper 2. i hope its easier then paper 1 !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ah.. i gotta go hit the books&lt;br /&gt;carrie chong =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987365534218656133-5921119260014709800?l=1perfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5921119260014709800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987365534218656133&amp;postID=5921119260014709800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/5921119260014709800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/5921119260014709800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/05/sorrowful-why-do-i-have-to-sit-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433497489350553929</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-5987365534218656133.post-29686821303041410</id><published>2007-05-08T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T01:01:10.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's alright&lt;br /&gt;i'm ok&lt;br /&gt;i think god can explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelims has started, im feeling very down. gah.. studying in mac almost everyday, eating double cheeseburger on consecutive days, exposing my skin to too much air con.. zZz.. so far, only social studies, english, chinese and maths paper 1 is over.. still got so many papers to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i did quite well for today's papers. haha im very confident in maths! but oh well. have to wait for paper 2. also, english i was able to understand what it was trying to say at least. as for mother tongue, its the most unpredictive paper yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml is biology. why is it combined science with chemistry! i am going to die! ahhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;bio got 15 chapters, chemistry all so chim. tml also got literature... sibei sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whose going to hear me nag ah? i wish there's somebody lo... let me punch kick scold... makes me feel better =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel my life has been implicated by stuffs that shouldnt even happen&lt;br /&gt;i feel that what i've done has always been a mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelims, once ur over, i will slaughter mother O.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987365534218656133-29686821303041410?l=1perfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/29686821303041410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987365534218656133&amp;postID=29686821303041410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/29686821303041410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/29686821303041410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-alright-im-ok-i-think-god-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433497489350553929</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-5987365534218656133.post-4897366576406477703</id><published>2007-05-04T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T05:34:52.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;sometimes, in life, we are stuck at crossroads.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in this crossroad, we are faced with problems.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;each problems comes with a choice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and each choice we make, will make us, or break us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am now stuck at a crossroad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is really mundane. it is the old familliar faces i see each day. how i wish that would be a really hot student sitting right beside me. how i wish. if that's the case, i would b the happiest guy on earth, or at least, in the school. you see, to me, my life in school is filled with equations, formulas, history, social studies, and studying body parts. some of this are going to be useful in the near future, whereas some would just be total bull..... the worst part is, to see michael behaving weirdly in class. i know, judging is not good. but he is damn distracting. in fact, i fear for my life to be in the same class as him.. what if, he becomes like the korean boy in america and start shooting everyone? just joking. but, imagine the possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i still look forward to schoo tho, esp if its just hanging out with your favorite group of friends, best of all, if they are H-O-T. but, ohwell, it's just the old familliar faces, but, i can make ado with =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst still, we are faced with a demon stuck within us thruout our miserable life in school. STUDIES. always the case.. Olevel is the mother of all, how i wish it's over asap and i can get my results and proudly tell the BIG-O to kiss my arse. but consider eat half done, looking at the fact im OWNING my studies right now.. how i wish.. im sucking at it. the few 100 pages of textbook is owning me.. im being owned, as some people might call it, by some living thing. gah, how shameful that can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, im whining about my life but i've not told you the happenings of today.&lt;br /&gt;today, the dark awakening, uh no, the bright sunny side of singapore island, i woke up muddle headed only to realise it was hsih jiang's birthday. sorry jiang! (you see, i suck as a friend, i can't remember people's birthday!) so yea, had cake early in the morning, had the sickly feeling. so, as i said at he beginning of this post, the DAY was mundane. only when it came to PE i retook my standing broad jump and sit and reach, yea baby yea, i got a gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school went to watch spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'awesome, brilliant, resplendant'&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the daily times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show was brilliant. really, good stuff. venom was aesome, sandman was awesome, emo-man was awesome, the ladies are BRILLIANT. yea, it's worth my $8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i love yu, er you, the one who appeared as brock's girlfriend, yea you, i love you =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S karina and yun yun, apparently i didnt notice the neklace, but if you do happen to find the necklace somehere round singapore, please tell me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987365534218656133-4897366576406477703?l=1perfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4897366576406477703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987365534218656133&amp;postID=4897366576406477703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/4897366576406477703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/4897366576406477703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/05/sometimes-in-life-we-are-stuck-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433497489350553929</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-5987365534218656133.post-7807257481776476348</id><published>2007-05-02T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T23:26:33.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YWNWA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im ecstatic right now, or should i say, since yesterday.. liverpool won chelsea AND IS THRU to the finals of the champions league.. hahhahahha&lt;br /&gt;we were speculating who liverpool would meet in the finals.. and it came down to a sms this morning.. milan wont united.. 3-0...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all i want to say to demond, smarties, zainul, azizi is... cheer up dont cry =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, today i felt great.. i slept for 14 HOURS... HAHA.. slept at 7.40 last night.. woke up this morning thinking that school is bullshit and a waste of time, so i walked over to my mom's room and said ive got a headache.. and now, im at home.  gosh, everyone is doin their FnN coursework, gah, i haven't even finish mine, but i don't have the mood... how ah... zZz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking that if i stayed at home all day, im going to just rot.. so later i would be heading to macs to hit th books.. PRELIMS paper starts next monday ( i mean the major ones )&lt;br /&gt;social studies got so much to cover, chemistry got so much to cover, Bio got so much to cover, History got so much to cover, FnN got so much to cover AND i havent started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but think that Olevels is a few months away.. i think im running out of time.. i need a motivator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i live to sing of ur praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987365534218656133-7807257481776476348?l=1perfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7807257481776476348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987365534218656133&amp;postID=7807257481776476348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/7807257481776476348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/7807257481776476348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/05/ywnwa-im-ecstatic-right-now-or-should-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433497489350553929</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-5987365534218656133.post-6470689091031874745</id><published>2007-04-29T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T07:29:07.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm on the outside, looking in&lt;br /&gt;What do I see?&lt;br /&gt;So much of this left to begin&lt;br /&gt;Where would I be?&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the outside, looking in&lt;br /&gt;Cover me through this night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I don't know what's, left to say&lt;br /&gt;But hear me out&lt;br /&gt;All of the dreams of, yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Keep breaking me down&lt;br /&gt;What's on the outside, can you say&lt;br /&gt;Or am I getting carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in your mind&lt;br /&gt;It's in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;So it's goodbye again&lt;br /&gt;It's way past time&lt;br /&gt;For one last try&lt;br /&gt;So it's goodbye again&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye... again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting on, what's the use&lt;br /&gt;You know how I get&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide which is the truth&lt;br /&gt;At least not yet I got the feeling, it's you&lt;br /&gt;What can be said, alone in this room&lt;br /&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in your mind&lt;br /&gt;It's in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;So it's goodbye again&lt;br /&gt;It's way past time&lt;br /&gt;For one last try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants you now?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe somebody else&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait around&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll forget you were ever here&lt;br /&gt;Maybe forget you were ever, never here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the outside, looking down&lt;br /&gt;What do I see?&lt;br /&gt;So much of this cold, in the ground&lt;br /&gt;Where would i be?&lt;br /&gt;On the outside, looking down&lt;br /&gt;Cover me before you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in your mind&lt;br /&gt;It's in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;So it's goodbye again&lt;br /&gt;It's way past time&lt;br /&gt;For one last try&lt;br /&gt;So it's goodbye again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your falling out, I'm falling in&lt;br /&gt;So it's goodbye again&lt;br /&gt;It's way past time&lt;br /&gt;For one last try&lt;br /&gt;So it's goodbye... again&lt;br /&gt;So it's goodbye again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987365534218656133-6470689091031874745?l=1perfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6470689091031874745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987365534218656133&amp;postID=6470689091031874745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/6470689091031874745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/6470689091031874745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-on-outside-looking-in-what-do-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433497489350553929</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-5987365534218656133.post-6320322303793745436</id><published>2007-04-29T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T07:17:36.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;it's church day for me..&lt;br /&gt;it's a boring day after that..&lt;br /&gt;church was great.. douglas can SING damn well.. worship was the best today, just felt the presence ever so easily..  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAISE THE LORD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;varian ang with hair = FROG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;varian ang without hair = TOAD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh can't believe he went to shave, and ther's fringe... AHAHHAHAHAH..&lt;br /&gt;it looks bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i cant help but stress the fact that Olevels is this year.. i am STILL not mentally prepared.. but i will.. by then.. i HOPE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still not getting my jibes back for blogging, therefore! i shall just stop here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's with women with 6 LIPS? (ask me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;clue: karina got it, surprisingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987365534218656133-6320322303793745436?l=1perfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6320322303793745436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987365534218656133&amp;postID=6320322303793745436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/6320322303793745436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/6320322303793745436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-is-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433497489350553929</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-5987365534218656133.post-8797437740050980643</id><published>2007-04-29T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T06:26:46.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after a long retirement, the player is back.. everyone say hello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987365534218656133-8797437740050980643?l=1perfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8797437740050980643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987365534218656133&amp;postID=8797437740050980643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/8797437740050980643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987365534218656133/posts/default/8797437740050980643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1perfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-long-retirement-player-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433497489350553929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
