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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a useless individual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-643414336732792669?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/643414336732792669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=643414336732792669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/643414336732792669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/643414336732792669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-fucked-up.html' title='I&apos;m fucked up.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-4693979009709503763</id><published>2011-11-30T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T23:43:32.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3RNYCGEPW38" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;Underoath - Writing on the Walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Maybe we, why don't we&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sit right here for half an hour?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We'll speak of what a waste I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And how I miss your beat again"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8982245600664452233-4693979009709503763?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/4693979009709503763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=4693979009709503763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4693979009709503763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4693979009709503763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we, why don't we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sit right here for half an hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll speak of what a waste I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how I miss your beat again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/8982245600664452233-8596382316208401839?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/8596382316208401839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=8596382316208401839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8596382316208401839'/><link 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before,&lt;div&gt;Is it you or is it me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-7577371187360490546?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/7577371187360490546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=7577371187360490546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7577371187360490546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7577371187360490546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-dont-know-who-felt-more-pain-before.html' title=''/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-6503992951572705236</id><published>2011-11-05T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:50:28.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Switch from Room Attendant to Floor Runner.&lt;div&gt;Enough torture from cleaning rooms x.x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-6503992951572705236?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982245600664452233.post-8734558648550919235</id><published>2011-10-22T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T21:49:31.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh, I'm tired of everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-8734558648550919235?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/8734558648550919235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=8734558648550919235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8734558648550919235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8734558648550919235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/10/gosh-im-tired-of-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-1946598407231360587</id><published>2011-10-08T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T23:19:18.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day of attachment</title><content type='html'>Did 11 rooms today. For some reason, there was alot of check ins today and we had to rush to clean our rooms. Housekeeping is tough :/ I have to memorise so many setups in the room. Plus its not easy for me do the bed. Guess I need a lot of practise. I got a feeling my buddy is like lacking patience with me alr. I have to buck up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long way to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-1946598407231360587?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/1946598407231360587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=1946598407231360587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1946598407231360587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1946598407231360587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/10/3rd-day-of-attachment.html' title='3rd day of attachment'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-2805388277739972840</id><published>2011-10-07T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T22:51:50.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th October 2011, 1245</title><content type='html'>To my dearest Grandma,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the memories that you have given to us. I pray that you'll be up there having loads of fun. You will be missed and I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8982245600664452233-2805388277739972840?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/2805388277739972840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=2805388277739972840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/2805388277739972840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/2805388277739972840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/10/5th-october-2011-1245.html' title='5th October 2011, 1245'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-5754300951597417504</id><published>2011-10-07T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T22:49:02.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of attachment</title><content type='html'>I finally get to clean rooms with my buddy. And I can tell you cleaning 15 rooms is not funny. Especially when one of the room is a presidential suite. I don't know why but my head hurts when I'm cleaning the rooms but when I go back home it's fine. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so many things to remember for the rooms. I really wish I can remember everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They even have like what, floral arrangement for specific floors on each weekday and there's different things to put in the room during evening time for every weekday. Sighh. This attachment feels so long right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep pushing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-5754300951597417504?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/5754300951597417504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=5754300951597417504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5754300951597417504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5754300951597417504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/10/2nd-day-of-attachment.html' title='2nd day of attachment'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-3512133750156772236</id><published>2011-10-03T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:16:31.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of industrail attachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I shall try to blog about my experience in my industrial attachment on a day by day basis, let's see how things go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So today I began my first day of industrial attachment. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started of by having setting up our sign in procedures (thumbprint to sign in etc) and briefed us for a moment before we went to the Housekeeping Department. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the room attendants are not very fluent in English but they're like a boss when they show you their skills in tidying and making up the room. Normally for us we'll take about 30-40 or even longer to clean 1 room. They can finish it within 10-20min. Like omg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was tagged to this female lady called Ashley (wonders if that English name was made up &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we had a bit of communication problem since my Chinese is horrible, she was really efficient in guiding me throughout the cleaning process. Since it was my first day, she told me to just watch her clean the room and ask any questions. So I followed her to 5 rooms that she was cleaning and we even got tips ^^. Their bed making skills.. oh my gosh. Less than 10 minutes. Holy shit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After she's done cleaning all the assigned rooms, she brought me to the pantry room to rest, while she does some chores in the pantry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fire drill was tiring. I had to climb down the stairs from 30th level =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we stand in the hot sun for a while, short debrief and we went back to our respective floors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we did a short tour around the hotel. The hotel lobby is very grand. Hopefully I can get some pictures soon. Did some turndown service and off we go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for my day 1. Quite tiring though. Hope I can survive my 6 months ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-3512133750156772236?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/3512133750156772236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=3512133750156772236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/3512133750156772236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/3512133750156772236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/10/start-of-industrail-attachment.html' title='Start of industrail attachment'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-5355393285110361913</id><published>2011-09-18T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T23:32:21.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Tests were difficult ):&lt;br /&gt;- Working in F1. Really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;- Attachment soon&lt;br /&gt;- Body clock is screwed&lt;br /&gt;- Needs to endure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-5355393285110361913?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/5355393285110361913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=5355393285110361913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5355393285110361913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5355393285110361913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/09/tests-were-difficult-working-in-f1.html' title=''/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-5710296365625548189</id><published>2011-08-30T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T23:07:27.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's depressing to see how fucked up the person's life is when I bump into their Tumblr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like it makes all my rantings and troublesome times seem invalid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have been through much worse situations than me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to salute them for staying on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to start studying already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Test is next Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last test to determine whether I'm going to Polytechnic or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And please be well soon Grandma :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-5710296365625548189?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/5710296365625548189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=5710296365625548189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5710296365625548189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5710296365625548189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/08/worries.html' title='Worries'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-5045649782157324105</id><published>2011-08-12T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T00:31:44.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm unofficially a busy boy</title><content type='html'>My industrial attachment is in 2 months and I haven't decided on which hotel I should go D:&lt;div&gt;Shitshitshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My EOY exams are coming too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I haven't study for them D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of activities are coming up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure if I can balance them all with my studies and attachment :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everything will work out smoothly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Industrial attachment is making me nervous ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the problematic guests and bossy bosses and image to uphold for the hotel &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also hope that I'll get to work with pleasant people and get to know more people too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes life much more colourful (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find this song catchy. Don't mind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="280" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v5s98-d0LDQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Endure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-5045649782157324105?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/5045649782157324105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=5045649782157324105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5045649782157324105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5045649782157324105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-unofficially-busy-boy.html' title='I&apos;m unofficially a busy boy'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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://img.youtube.com/vi/v5s98-d0LDQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982245600664452233.post-3845928437372080754</id><published>2011-06-30T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T22:49:29.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Just a short update to keep this ugly old blog alive.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I stepped on peacock poop while working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I ALSO stepped on human poop inside the pool while working =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Went Malaysia with friends (will post about it when I'm free)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Projects are still not done ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Felt rather nostalgic this week, don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 10 more days till end of holidays )))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'm procrastinating right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so dry inside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&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/8982245600664452233-3845928437372080754?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/3845928437372080754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=3845928437372080754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/3845928437372080754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/3845928437372080754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-5811187068519199353</id><published>2011-06-17T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T23:10:25.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!</title><content type='html'>Finally it's my turn to start my holidays.&lt;div&gt;Not to mention shitload of projects to complete -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I scored all Bs for 3 of my modules and one C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not very good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to buck up for the next few tests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that next 3 months, I'll be off to my Industrial Attachment for 6 bloody months ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's half a year damnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope I can survive the attachment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll still be working as usual. Which sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you want to do is just relax during the holidays and sleep till the next red moon comes up and now I'm smacked with this job which I don't find much satisfaction with besides the fact that you get to see ladies in bikinis (though I should say most of them don't have the figure)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh I miss those days when I was not employed :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I bought for myself a new bag with part of my pay :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a black messenger bag which cost $30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing out of the ordinary. Just a normal messenger bag which is totally black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also bought a grey jacket from G2000 which cost $13. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I bought from GSS for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm always overspending my money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better start controlling already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit. I think I need to find a new blogskin again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm too busy with my work till I can't find the time to do some tweaking to this _______ blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't find time to search for one either :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. I'll be heading over to my Grandma's house with my friends next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope it'll be smooth sailing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And damn, I got to find more reasons to not go work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-5811187068519199353?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/5811187068519199353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=5811187068519199353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5811187068519199353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5811187068519199353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/06/holidays.html' title='Holidays!'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-4457870260726302853</id><published>2011-06-13T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:43:12.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x.x</title><content type='html'>I should be studying for my last paper.&lt;div&gt;Not lurking around online :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone drag me away from my computer please ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-4457870260726302853?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/4457870260726302853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=4457870260726302853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4457870260726302853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4457870260726302853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/06/xx.html' title='x.x'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-104666801949007901</id><published>2011-05-30T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T22:57:17.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of everything.&lt;div&gt;I want a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A break for all these unnecessary heartbreaks and troublesome life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to buy some strings to tie on my fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any idea where I can find them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These strings will serve as a reminder for me in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-104666801949007901?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/104666801949007901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=104666801949007901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/104666801949007901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/104666801949007901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-1941422706521794128</id><published>2011-05-22T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T00:01:29.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects like free of charge</title><content type='html'>Grr. Freaking lots of project to do man.&lt;div&gt;3 projects to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been feeling lazy to update nowadays since I can't think of other things to talk about other than work, school and whatever I'm doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I had a course outing to the Singapore Flyer to check out the venue and whatever events can be held in that area. I found out that dining in the ferris wheel cabin will be like 1k+++. Man, that's like 1 month worth of your pay. You're definitely only going to bring those that you love to dine in the cabin, not friends :P The whole ride will take 30 minutes. So maybe 15-20 minutes for the meal and the rest of the time for _________. (fill in the blanks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cabin can take at the most 20 people. So part of my class (while another part is at another cabin) and the lecturers went in together with us and just sat down on the bench. As it goes up, you'll have this weird feeling in your head. It's probably due to the fact that you're not used to the altitude. So while it was turning everyone started to whip out cameras and snapped lots of photos. The view was great, but I believe it'll be even better when it's at night. After that we came down, looked around the flyer shop and the rest is history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, the trip was interesting since it was my first time going up on that fregging big thing and being able to see so much at the top of the wheel. I think it'll be a good place to bring your other half for maybe some celebration or anniversary. Heh :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeeeeep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-1941422706521794128?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/1941422706521794128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=1941422706521794128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1941422706521794128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1941422706521794128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/05/projects-like-free-of-charge.html' title='Projects like free of charge'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-300964946759936690</id><published>2011-05-02T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T23:24:40.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No life</title><content type='html'>Blaaaah. &lt;div&gt;All I do is just post about work or school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boring eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I can blog about something entirely different but I don't have the time for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have a life anymore D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, to summarize what has happened during my work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'm becoming more forgetful. Probably due to lack of sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My hearing ability is bullshit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I got a complain from guest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'm starting to loathe this job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kid couldn't even hear me whistling at him and telling him to move away from the water slide. The fat kid got hit near his eye after some other kid slide down and hit him. The dad happened to be there and he told me he wanted to complain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember he told me this, "this place is an accident waiting to happen". If you know that it's an accident waiting to happen, then why the fuck are you even letting your child play at the slides? Blame your child for being so fat that all the fats are all clogged up inside his ears, which reduces his ability to hear things. You may have the money, but where the fuck are your brain? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grrr. Fuck you seriously _|_ you made me lose my appetite on that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's all. I got school. Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-300964946759936690?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/300964946759936690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=300964946759936690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/300964946759936690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/300964946759936690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-life.html' title='No life'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-7482649286774487914</id><published>2011-04-19T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T00:04:40.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to get some rest :/&lt;div&gt;Falling sick soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-7482649286774487914?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/7482649286774487914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=7482649286774487914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7482649286774487914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7482649286774487914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-need-to-get-some-rest-falling-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-4050826863588950812</id><published>2011-04-07T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T23:32:10.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah blah.</title><content type='html'>Haven't been able to blog something since I've been working till 9pm these few days.&lt;div&gt;I've got good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got $$$ from working :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the monehhhh monehhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course it isn't really a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just enough to make yourself feel richer and enough to treat those whom I want to treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the bad news is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really that into my job now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes it gives me reasonably good pay and all but.. I find it a burden to go to work nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost everyday under the hot sun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dealing with noisy and rowdy kids,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dealing with customer complains that their child is not engaged in the kids club activities when they don't even fucking realize how hard is it to engage them in the activities that we have prepared for them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I can't seem to memorise the kayak, bikes and pedal boat rates and extension for various departments. I'm pretty damn sure my manager gets annoyed when she has to be the one to tell the guest the rates for renting the boats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't deal with noise and the inability to help others everyday. It's gonna kill me sooner or later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I should just take a step back and just relax since I'm forever setting milky-way-high standards and not being able to uphold that standard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for now, I guess my only motivation to go work is to chat with Estha whenever I can even though she sort of bullies me sometimes and she comments that I look very blur all the time. Well I have my reasons to look blur most of the time and I don't like to reveal my reason to people I'm still not very familiar with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's a really interesting person to talk to and she's so much more "planned out" than me who is just drifting about, enjoying everyday like it's my last day alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She popped by during her break to check out the kids? And maybe to chat with me and my friend also. So I happened to be alone when she came and we decided to chat around while we cut some pamphlets together. Through the chat, I found out that she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) plans to go study abroad (or work abroad, I don't know) in 2 years time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) doesn't have a very good liquor level&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) won't want to get any boyfriends while studying abroad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) plans to be a single mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can tell you, the chances of 3 and 4 being broken is a little high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, when you're studying overseas, what are the chances that you will not be interacting with guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes she plans to be a single mum. Is that even possible? Balancing your career and your kid at the same time? I don't know. She says that she wants to be a single mum because you'll never know when your other half is going to cheat on you and this can save you from potential heartbreaks, which is a good point since I admit that not everyone will stay loyal or squeaky clean all the time. HOWEVER, there are exceptions as there are people who are fiercely loyal to their other half, just that they're rare or probably ugly like me &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was joking with her about what if the sperm bank gave her the wrong sperm. We laughed and she said "Nonono, I will double confirm with them. You don't say this kind of unlucky thing" and she slapped my arms repeatedly. Ughh x.x She slaps really hard for a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright I'll end my post now. Need to wake up at 6am tomorrow. Sighhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the best for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-4050826863588950812?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/4050826863588950812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=4050826863588950812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4050826863588950812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4050826863588950812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/04/blah-blah.html' title='Blah blah.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-8203556387068298488</id><published>2011-03-29T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T01:01:57.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gahhhh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today's going to be a long post since I haven't been updated for a while.&lt;/div&gt;I've been working quite often these few days.&lt;div&gt;Today's work was quite enjoyable and at the same time, freaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received a last minute call to help cover someone who did not turn up for work today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because I'm still a trainee, I'll be sticking to my friend who introduced me this job for a long while. So today we were in charge of Toots Club aka child care centre. Everything was already set up so all we need to do was to interact with the kids or play with them. Their first activity was to do a collage for a banana tree and they were split into 2 groups, one handled by my friend, the other by me. And as usual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I can't organize the kids to do their parts properly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I have barely any or no persuasion power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'm still getting trampled over by the kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then in my group, there was this &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; kid. I guess it's a kid thing to be so proud of their own abilities and be so arrogant about their own ethnic race since all they know is to think about themselves and not even give half an ass about others. I was sitting down there complimenting the banana tree they created and this boy told me this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Stop talking. I don't want to hear you talk. Like nooooooo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*makes a farting sound and gives me the whatever pose*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He really did that to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He did the same thing again after that when all the kids were settling down with their swimming costumes since we were bringing them to the beach to play games, just that this time I roughly know why he doesn't want me to talk. This is what he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Stop talking already. I don't want to hear you talk."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*makes farting sound*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You know so little English."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey dude, I'm speaking to you in simple English alright? Sure, I may have made a number of grammatical mistakes here and there and I don't use bombastic words all the time but who gave you the right to talk about my English? Ah well never mind. I forgive him. Besides, he's just kid. He doesn't realize that a 75kg guy only needs to use 1/5 of his strength to throw him into the fish pond outside the centre. So next we went to the beach to play games with the kids. We manage to find a small hermit crab by the seashore and the kids went woahhhh when we showed it to them. Next we went to the pool to let them play around too. While I was walking around the pool, this girl sneaked behind me and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;grabbed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ass.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of running away, she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;f@#$ing &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;giggled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;continued&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;grab&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asdhfjklkjg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wtf?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only that. Shortly after that, the sister swam towards me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hugged&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;started&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;rub&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;cheeks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;against&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;profusely.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D-d-d-d-d-d-double wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, while she did that, she &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;f#@king&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;smooched&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;cheeks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;refused&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;stop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRIPLE WTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never felt so sexually harassed before. What's more, they're girls. A new word exist in my dictionary now and the word is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;women-raped&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended our pool playtime (yess finally x_x) and everyone washed up and head back to the centre. Most of the kids "checked out" and we're left with only the two devils. We showed them a movie while we just did our own work or watched the movie with them. Good thing they were quite well behaved if not I'll probably never be able to stay calm and get women-raped again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We brought them over to the restaurant for their dinner. When we reached there, the girl who grabbed my ass chased the chef and both of them started to fool around. It's really interesting how most of the staff may appear very stoic and have that authority aura around them but once the kids or us fool around with them they become very comical and candid. I like this kind of workplace attitude. It's so easy for you to cooperate and communicate with one another and enjoy your job and get work done. The restaurant looks really luxurious. They even have gummy bears and sweets for the kids. So me and my friend sat down with the two devils and had finger food with them. I even took pictures with those two devils. Not sure if I can get the photo. I'll post it up here when my friend uploads it so for now it's just an empty space.&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;(insert photo here)&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;My friend called out a chef whom he recently knew. Her name's Estha. She's a pretty lady. I don't know why but she seems to be a motherly figure to me. Maybe it's due to her skin tone? HAHAHAHAHA. I don't know~ (She's rather white for your info)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope she's not so bo liao to search up her name on Google &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if not I'm really going to die from embarrassment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*keeps fingers crossed and prays hard*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went back to the centre and watched another movie. We let them go back to their rooms after the show ended while we packed the place up and end our shift. I manage to collect my two day worth of pay ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, that's the end of my freaky but yet enjoyable day (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohmygahhh D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-8203556387068298488?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/8203556387068298488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=8203556387068298488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8203556387068298488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8203556387068298488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/03/gahhhh.html' title='Gahhhh.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-3629356181508730352</id><published>2011-03-21T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T00:14:39.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New job</title><content type='html'>I recently started working at Sentosa.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite tiring but also quite fun. So far my job scope is to give towels to guests at the towel stand. It's quite simple actually. Just ask for their room number and give them how many towels they need. The difficult part of this job was to identify who is an outsider and who is not and also to turn down the outsider when they ask for the towel. I need to buck up on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still learning how to operate the Sea sport centre. The cashiering part really boggles me and I really hate to handle money that is from the guests. Just imagine, you close the sea sport centre and start tallying all the money, charges etc and you found out that you're short $10. You're going to be in trouble. And a big one. We're also in charge of the kayaks and boats. After the guest finish using the boats you'll have to pull them to the shore. The boats are really heavy. I can't imagine myself lugging it by myself the next time I'm in charge of the centre &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes. The three meals were provided by the hotel. There is a staff lounge where everyone can take their food and sit down to eat. Sad to say the food that they provide taste... mediocre :/ But ahh well, it's free food. I shouldn't be complaining :P I get to collect my pay everyday ^^ instantly a $50 dollar note will fall into my wallet after work. The feeling of touching your own hard earned $60++ pay feels so gooood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall go sleep now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid computer's got a virus =.= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fucking annoying much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;diediedieeee.&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-3629356181508730352?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/3629356181508730352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=3629356181508730352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/3629356181508730352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/3629356181508730352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-job.html' title='New job'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-763629496473589893</id><published>2011-03-17T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T00:02:58.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Yayy. It's the holidays! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'll be having my class chalet. We'll probably be able to beat up someone for not planning the chalet well :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got a new phone! :D&lt;br /&gt;I got a Nokia E5&lt;br /&gt;I like the keypad. It makes messaging so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I don't have data plan :/&lt;br /&gt;If not this phone will be really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;At least in my context, it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had a interview for a job at Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;The department head said everything was alright and I'll be receiving a call from the manager in a few days time.&lt;br /&gt;But up till now there's no calls.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I was actually rejectedddddd .-.&lt;br /&gt;Eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything goes well during this holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently having some sleep disorder.&lt;br /&gt;Every few hours I'll wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Feel so drained everyday x.x&lt;br /&gt;I need help if this goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Time for me to sleep. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down with the sickness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-763629496473589893?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/763629496473589893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=763629496473589893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/763629496473589893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/763629496473589893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/03/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-2394425148130159312</id><published>2011-03-08T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T21:27:18.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eff la.</title><content type='html'>Last test.&lt;br /&gt;My brain can't seem to absorb anything.&lt;br /&gt;I already screwed my second test.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot and will not screw up the last one.&lt;br /&gt;I beg of you my body,&lt;br /&gt;Please just let me score well for the last paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stabstabstab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-2394425148130159312?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/2394425148130159312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=2394425148130159312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/2394425148130159312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/2394425148130159312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/03/eff-la.html' title='Eff la.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-1341204624840143174</id><published>2011-03-06T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:54:51.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18</title><content type='html'>Shall post about my birthday before I go do my revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out by rotting (as usual) in front of the computer in the morning all the way to afternoon. Then went to Clementi to wait for my friend so that we can go to Jurong East Library to study. He was late as usual. By the time we reach the library it was 4.30pm. So we sat down at Level 4 and studied. We planned to leave at 5.30pm, then we met my CCA exco friend and we sat there and had intensive revision all the way till 7.30pm. Me and my friend went to have dinner together at some coffeeshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We decided to go coffeeshop because there was no fast food restuarants there. If not we would have gone to fast food restuarant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that my friend bought me a small cake as a birthday cake weee~ ^^ I never had a birthday cake to celebrate with for so long man. Then we went to buy 5 bottle of alcohol and went over to West Coast Park by the seaside to drink. Felt a little light headed after the drink. Bleh. Luckily the effect only lasted for a while. Finally, I made my way back home at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how my birthday ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tempted to make myself believe that my birthday is just yet another day. It only makes me question my self worth on that day. At least I'm glad that there were people whom I think were willing to accompany me through my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my friend was celebrating it with me, I can't help but feel so lonely on that day.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. I guess it's part of growing up to be thinking this way.&lt;br /&gt;Lalala.&lt;br /&gt;Shall go revise now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-1341204624840143174?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/1341204624840143174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=1341204624840143174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1341204624840143174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1341204624840143174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/03/18.html' title='18'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-3886744533438698113</id><published>2011-03-01T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T21:50:52.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must... stop... procrastinating</title><content type='html'>Exams is in a week's time. Today I had a exam for my module.&lt;br /&gt;I made so many mistakes oh my gosh ._.&lt;br /&gt;From not charging the guest the extra bed they requested to not charging the bills in the correct mode of payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;It's already over&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be having exams on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I barely started revising them &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh Sinwey you need to stop procrastinating already!&lt;br /&gt;Where did your motivation to do well go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday's on this week and I can't celebrate it because I HAVE to study for my exams.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;Another lonely birthday with no one to celebrate with.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just buy myself a small can of beer to drink to celebrate my 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't drink at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll start studying really really really soon.&lt;br /&gt;And pray that the exams will be lenient on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-3886744533438698113?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/3886744533438698113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=3886744533438698113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/3886744533438698113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/3886744533438698113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/03/must-stop-procrastinating.html' title='Must... stop... procrastinating'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-8898403807265116530</id><published>2011-02-23T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:00:37.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I feel neglected. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to tweet about this because it's such an ironic situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry but I really need to rant it out because I can't let my emotions take over me right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got important things to be completed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please try to understand my situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me bury this shit into hell and forget about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-8898403807265116530?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/8898403807265116530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=8898403807265116530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8898403807265116530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8898403807265116530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-384686091947449140</id><published>2011-02-21T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:18:24.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Ubin, Pulau Semakau and the list goes on.</title><content type='html'>Gosh. So many events coming up from my Green Club CCA. We have outings, workshops, competitions etc. I hope it won't affect my studies badly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My phase test was alright. Just that I could have done it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My situation was double check in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically it's you checked your guest into this room and your guest found out that there is someone else inside the room. Your guest will be in rage mode and comes down to the counter, throws key at you and swear on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get a mode of gurantee from my guest -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said too many okays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't apologise FIRST to the guest THEN offer solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should not be saying "Please wait for a moment" when I need the guest to give me some time to so called check for information in the system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I OFFERED to escort the guest personally to the room when it is a MUST to escort the guest to the room personally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for my mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be having an Amazing Race @ Pulau Ubin this saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everything will go well and I will enjoy myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows what bullshit may happen ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember those days unfortunately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-384686091947449140?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/384686091947449140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=384686091947449140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/384686091947449140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/384686091947449140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/02/pulau-ubin-pulau-semakau-and-list-goes.html' title='Pulau Ubin, Pulau Semakau and the list goes on.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-7805621462198151433</id><published>2011-02-16T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T22:55:02.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phase test</title><content type='html'>My phase test is tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Blehhh.&lt;br /&gt;Super nervous for it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll do well, or alright for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're suppose to follow through these steps to handle a guest that is checking into the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greet guest&lt;br /&gt;Ask for identification&lt;br /&gt;Double check room type with features of room with customer and performing upselling&lt;br /&gt;Let guest verify registration form&lt;br /&gt;Ask for mode of gurantee&lt;br /&gt;Issue room key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest wants to checks out&lt;br /&gt;Ask for room key&lt;br /&gt;Confirm that number ____ is their room&lt;br /&gt;Ask if there are additional charges.&lt;br /&gt;Print invoice out&lt;br /&gt;While printing invoice out, ask for guest feedback&lt;br /&gt;Verify that invoice is correct&lt;br /&gt;Offer help for their "luggages" and offer to book a taxi for them.&lt;br /&gt;Guest checks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be drawing lots to see which situation we get. Depending on the situation, additional steps will be required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our invigilators will be our teachers in charge for the module itself. So I got our form teacher who is a really crafty teacher and a really good actor. Make a mistake and she'll slaughter you from there &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please pleaaaaaaaase, have mercy on me for tomorrow &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-7805621462198151433?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/7805621462198151433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=7805621462198151433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7805621462198151433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7805621462198151433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/02/phase-test.html' title='Phase test'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-4518563443699942161</id><published>2011-02-14T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T22:20:00.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day</title><content type='html'>*enters the MRT*&lt;br /&gt;*Sees 3 couples on the left, another 2 on the right*&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;*stands throughout the whole journey to the school*&lt;br /&gt;*sits on a bench by myself while waiting for teacher to arrive*&lt;br /&gt;*a couple comes and sit at the bench beside me*&lt;br /&gt;*the couple starts cuddling each other*&lt;br /&gt;*asdfhjklbjkddlba &gt;.&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like Cupid's playing a joke on me when all I want to do is to go finish this day smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you feel jealous when everyone around you is hugging/cuddling together and you're the only idiot who gets to see them in action?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don't, but I do.&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me&lt;br /&gt;Feel.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;br /&gt;Of.&lt;br /&gt;Place.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;Enough ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to buy my parents a stalk of rose D:&lt;br /&gt;And also, $8 for that stalk of rose?&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'll rather learn how to fold a paper rose for my mum.&lt;br /&gt;But all in all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a bad kid since I didn't get them anything :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I need to do something for Mother's Day and Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your day today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-4518563443699942161?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/4518563443699942161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=4518563443699942161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4518563443699942161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4518563443699942161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-8322032348039577458</id><published>2011-02-06T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T23:49:20.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eek. CNY.</title><content type='html'>It's really a burden to travel to my grandmother's house sometimes.&lt;div&gt;8 hours of time wasted on the trip to my father's side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with that 8 hours I could have:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done some revision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read a book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do my script for the upcoming module test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twitter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chat with someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Play the guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prank call someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the list goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I did in the coach was to look outside the window, look at the car in front, daydream and sleep. Gosh. You can really grow fat this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't even ask me how much I got. Everything I'm getting is going to be divided by 2. And I'm keeping only 10% of the money. I know it's still money but, $10? What the hell? I might as well chuck that into my bank. Grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least there's no jams at the checkpoint (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wondering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-8322032348039577458?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/8322032348039577458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=8322032348039577458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8322032348039577458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8322032348039577458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/02/eek-cny.html' title='Eek. CNY.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-7521848919566694444</id><published>2011-01-23T23:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T00:14:19.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entering stressful period.</title><content type='html'>Tests, events and everything are starting to pour in x.x Don't expect me to update my blog that often. I'll be quite busy for the next three months. Yeah. End of Year examinations is in my birthday month. How fun -.- Another birthday wasted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, last Friday, WorldSkills was held at my school. I don't know why but our school chose to do some brief (and I really mean brief) tour around our campus. There were various schools coming in to see our campus facilities, whatever courses and CCAs they want to see. Everyone was assembled at the stadium for briefing. Then we were paired up with a partner. Guess who my partner was. The guy with horrible attitude and breath =.= Grrr. So we brought some students to the various facilities in our school and let them off when it was done. The bunch of students were really sarcastic and I hate that. The alumni might as well paste duct tapes on their mouths before they come to our campus. The tour would have been much smoother if they did that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got shot by some female student for asking a stupid question because I wanted to &lt;i&gt;(build rapport/break the awkward silence/sound friendly)&lt;/i&gt; when we were all in the lift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was how it went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Bright sunny warm day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Everyone enters the lift)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Door closes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Awkward silence starts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Are you guys feeling warm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Students look at each other)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: You know, like, hot? stuffy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female student: Then are you feeling warm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: .....yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-99 for my stupidity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could have asked how was school today :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If not I wouldn't have received such crappy replies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I know my conversational skills are still as good as shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-7521848919566694444?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/7521848919566694444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=7521848919566694444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7521848919566694444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7521848919566694444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/01/entering-stressful-period.html' title='Entering stressful period.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-3769533607283190675</id><published>2011-01-19T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:50:14.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worldskill??</title><content type='html'>My school's going to have this event called the Worldskill International held at my school. I have no idea what that is. I'll be helping out at the event though I don't even know what we will be doing there. I hope it's nothing troublesome :/ Why must this event come now? Ugh. Now I'll be missing out on important lessons, especially when my exams are coming soon. I hope this event's worthwhile. Besides, I think big shots will be involved in this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-3769533607283190675?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/3769533607283190675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=3769533607283190675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/3769533607283190675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/3769533607283190675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/01/worldskill.html' title='Worldskill??'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-5253158646785349243</id><published>2011-01-14T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T00:02:50.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin!</title><content type='html'>Yay! I finally changed my blogskin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it look better now?&lt;br /&gt;I hope it does.&lt;br /&gt;At least it's not as dark as the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time changing the skin by myself, so I feel accomplished today (:&lt;br /&gt;But there are some small little problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the refresh button at the top doesn't do anything. I only use it to get back to blogger since I couldn't find the button to go back to blogger website. I know, I suck ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the scroll bars at Misc -&gt; About looks ugly and I don't know how to remove or change them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, YouTube videos will cover the title bar when you scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I will need to find a picture to put into the "Your icon here" beside every post. This means that I'll need to put in even more effort in making every new post rather than just typing out whatever I want to say. Alright, that's all for the blogskin problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's fine. Everything's back to normal, just that Monday to Wednesday I was rotting in school because half of my class was at HK ($#@!) and most of the people that did not go for the trip skipped school. So our attendence for the three days were all single digit. At least we were released early everyday. I'm thankful for that. I need to finish up my homework soon. All the projects are starting to pour in. I hope I can cope with the pressure and still be able to score well for my GPA &gt;&lt; I won't be expecting the next few months to be so smooth sailing, but I hope I can at least I can have a breather once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all. Off to sleep now. Goodnight!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt you give a damn. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-5253158646785349243?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/5253158646785349243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=5253158646785349243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5253158646785349243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5253158646785349243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-skin.html' title='New Skin!'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-4473609268880314070</id><published>2011-01-06T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:54:38.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed):</title><content type='html'>Eurgh. Bintan leadership camp's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CANCELLED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I wasn't too keen on going for it, it sucks for me to see my classmates go for the HongKong trip while I will still have to attend school on 10 January. DamnitDamnitDamnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also selected for the HK trip but my parents urge me to opt out because:&lt;br /&gt;1) It &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; during the December holidays period and I had to go back to Malaysia to visit my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Financial concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had no choice but to opt out ._.&lt;br /&gt;Then guess what.&lt;br /&gt;The trip was shifted to January =.=&lt;br /&gt;and the trip cost $600&lt;br /&gt;I could have subsidised it with my own savings which is about $200&lt;br /&gt;and my parents would only need to pay $400.&lt;br /&gt;It's still quite a bit but won't you agree it's less painful to pay $400 rather than $600?&lt;br /&gt;$#!%@#^@#@&lt;br /&gt;:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough ranting.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that those that will be in school next monday and tuesday will be dismissed early.&lt;br /&gt;Then at least I can find some friends to have lunch with or I can go somewhere and do something I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;If not.... I'll daydream through the whole 2 days so I won't really remember this disappointment I have in me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhbye :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-4473609268880314070?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/4473609268880314070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=4473609268880314070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4473609268880314070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4473609268880314070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2011/01/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed):'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-4969984364515896678</id><published>2010-12-30T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:27:21.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on 2010</title><content type='html'>I'll do this before I go to sleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year was full of changes. Partially because now everyone's moved on to polytechnics and junior colleges and whatever tertiary schools and the new people that we meet etc etc.At first I dread this year because of the school I'm going into a school full of.. not too normal people and I'm the &lt;i&gt;only one&lt;/i&gt; who's going into that school. You can imagine how left out I felt. At least I'm glad that there are nice people in the school. If not I don't know how to survive there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were ups and downs during this year. My ups for this year is that I am able to make new friends that can be trusted and I'm able to get to know new people. Also, I get to experience a lot of things such as receiving the GOH (Guest-of-Honour) for some event and working for a banquet for a day at some 5 star hotel. I'm glad that I could take a sneak peek into the working life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My downs for this year was the fact that there were people that left me. Too bad I couldn't do anything about it. Like try to get back the friendship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really freaking wish I could but &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;the tide was not in my favour.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I blame my luck and my weak will to overcome such obstacles and circumstances.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another down would be the fact that I entered the school I'm in. If I'm given a choice I'll rather not go there. Nuff said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I'm getting fatter. I used to be 70kg. Now I'm 72kg. Okay okay wait, I'm damn sure you guys will be swearing at me saying that I'm not even fat and that isn't much weight gained but I swear to you, I can feel the spare tire accumulating already. Plus, I wanted my ideal weight to be 65-68kg so that's why I feel that I'm fat. But don't you think 72kg is quite heavy for a guy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I think this way because I've seen too many flower boys from Kpop groups. All their chocolate abs, their flawless skin, their figure etc are just way too perfect. Okay enough. I sound like a pervert &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's move on to resolution for the new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new year resolution would be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;to excel or to do my best in whatever I'm doing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seem very typical, but to me, I think I have not put in enough effort in whatever things that I do. Plus I can't afford to screw up in the tertiary level. If not it'll be game over for me and I can prepare to stock up on anti depression pills and destroy myself by eating them every minute. Also, I feel that if I did my best and achieve what I want, my luck will probably change for the better. It sounds stupid, but I don't know. I'm doing anything and everything to change my luck for the better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sincerely hope that next year will be a good year, even though I don't feel any different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011 here I come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This MV looks rather cool :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_eqDbmOiRQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="221"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fact - Behind A Smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take note. It's a Music Video, not an Anime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright off to sleep. Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Renewing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-4969984364515896678?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/4969984364515896678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=4969984364515896678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4969984364515896678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4969984364515896678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/12/reflections-on-2010.html' title='Reflections on 2010'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-728312366344479620</id><published>2010-12-29T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T09:45:41.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No mood for homework</title><content type='html'>Well I'm suppose to be doing my 500-800 report on some activity we have gone through in our lives but I can't find the motivation to do it. Yeah, you can say that I'm procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I better finish it by this week because I'll be heading to Bintan for leadership training next week. I heard that that is quite a nice place with scenic views. I'm afraid I won't be able to take any pictures there since my previous phone had a crack in the screen. Yeah $#@!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to grandma's house last week. Nothing much changed. All's well, the only thing is that we'll probably be having less time to go back and visit her because of our school and schedule. I hope my grandma will still be alright :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be heading off for soccer now. See you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-728312366344479620?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/728312366344479620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=728312366344479620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/728312366344479620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/728312366344479620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-mood-for-homework.html' title='No mood for homework'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-1814543993790340820</id><published>2010-11-30T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:39:08.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just let me sleep in peace, seriously</title><content type='html'>Exams are approaching. Project starts to pile up.&lt;br /&gt;And it's really annoying whenever we have to stay up late just to finish our work.&lt;br /&gt;I'll feel like a zombie everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Plus my main teacher wasn't around for a month.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't understand so many things that the relief teacher taught us.&lt;br /&gt;Eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;I pray hard my results won't drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chosen to go for a leadership camp for my CCA at Bintan.&lt;br /&gt;If I go, that means my family will need to fork out money for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;But if I don't, I probably won't be able to improve relationships with my fellow EXCO members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which feels like bullshit if all I have is acquiantances and no friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know which one's the best decision.&lt;br /&gt;I hope whatever decision I make for this, won't affect me badly.&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to have emotional turmoils at this time.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'll fall asleep later and not think of unneccessary crap.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so heavy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-1814543993790340820?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/1814543993790340820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=1814543993790340820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1814543993790340820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1814543993790340820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-let-me-sleep-in-peace-seriously.html' title='Just let me sleep in peace, seriously'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-294967225058034565</id><published>2010-11-14T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:42:21.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so out of place sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-294967225058034565?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/294967225058034565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=294967225058034565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/294967225058034565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/294967225058034565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-feel-so-out-of-place-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-5031810874167169422</id><published>2010-10-31T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:38:50.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawl.</title><content type='html'>School started. I'm sure people in Poly have started school too.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons are monotonous&lt;br /&gt;Timetables suck.&lt;br /&gt;Waking at 7am everyday, compared to last semester where I can wake up at 10-11am on certain days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay enough ranting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I did okay for my results&lt;br /&gt;But it WOULD have been better if my stupid group was not so screwed up&lt;br /&gt;Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;Okay no more ranting.&lt;br /&gt;Promise. (:&lt;br /&gt;My GPA was 3.0&lt;br /&gt;My results were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;But I need to get 3.5 GPA to get into Poly in the next year.&lt;br /&gt;which means that my GPA needs to be 4.0 for this semester&lt;br /&gt;and I really don't know if I can score that high.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happen, happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been nominated by my teacher to go for this Green Club EXCO interview.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether it's a good idea to be giving me a role in the CCA since I need to concentrate even more for my studies.&lt;br /&gt;The interview didn't go that well too.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the teacher wasn't too impressed with my answers&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happen, happens.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Cold humour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to change my blogskin soon.&lt;br /&gt;At least something decent.&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;Alright need to sleep now. Goodnight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sucks to be the middle man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-5031810874167169422?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/5031810874167169422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=5031810874167169422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5031810874167169422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5031810874167169422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/10/crawl.html' title='Crawl.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-1165914328069860054</id><published>2010-10-16T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T23:32:12.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turmoil</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;a state of great commotion, confusion, or disturbance; tumult; agitation; disquiet: mental turmoil caused by difficult decisions.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;Obsolete . harassing labor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-1165914328069860054?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/1165914328069860054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=1165914328069860054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1165914328069860054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1165914328069860054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/10/turmoil.html' title='Turmoil'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-8984542143935324431</id><published>2010-10-05T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:48:36.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait, last week of holidays?</title><content type='html'>I'm quite surprised at how time flies so fast even when you're not doing much during the holidays. Anyway, I was suppose to exercise everyday, but i procrastinated :X eurgh. I really need to cut the flab man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched The Other Guys with Edward, Alex and Jeremy Ong. The show's really funny. and &lt;em&gt;dirdyyy&lt;/em&gt;. Hahahaha. I wonder why it's even PG man. I saw a kid inside the theatre. Looks like that kid will grow up to be some sort of pervert :P Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to Jurong East swimming complex(?) with them tomorrow too ^^ Can't wait. It's been a while since I touched the waters. Hope everything goes smoothly tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I feel so guilty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-8984542143935324431?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/8984542143935324431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=8984542143935324431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8984542143935324431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8984542143935324431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/10/wait-last-week-of-holidays.html' title='Wait, last week of holidays?'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-4195960803676536167</id><published>2010-09-14T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:37:13.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester is OOVVAAAAA!!!~</title><content type='html'>Yeah babehh~ My last test was still managable. But i'm not sure if i'm still able to get my A for that module. Looking forward to the 4 week of holidays. But it's only 4 weeks :/ not 6 weeks. Jealous of those in polytechnics. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I plan to do during the holidays:&lt;br /&gt;1) Shed as much kg as possible, or at least TRY to get it to 68kg.&lt;br /&gt;2) Try to look for part time job&lt;br /&gt;3) Catch up with my friends&lt;br /&gt;4) Rest up&lt;br /&gt;5) Slack&lt;br /&gt;6) Do something that's worth my time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much all. It's 4 bloody weeks please. Not 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm sleepy already. Goodnight everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I can't get it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-4195960803676536167?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/4195960803676536167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=4195960803676536167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4195960803676536167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4195960803676536167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/09/semester-is-oovvaaaaa.html' title='Semester is OOVVAAAAA!!!~'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-8351110601584637277</id><published>2010-09-01T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:43:29.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A post to push down all those untidy posts.</title><content type='html'>- &lt;i&gt;Sending Christopher off at the airport&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Visited Mr Sim during Teachers day&lt;br /&gt;- Mad rush for exams and projects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much the major happenings right now.&lt;br /&gt;And the group's screwing up as usual.&lt;br /&gt;At least it's not really affecting me much now since it has been happening all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just patiently wait for September 13 to end.&lt;br /&gt;Because that's when my last paper will be.&lt;br /&gt;But whether I'm still going back school for some school related stuff or not, I still won't know.&lt;br /&gt;But at least all my test is over and I can start flying around alr :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. shit.&lt;br /&gt;The question is still on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to settle it soon :/&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my Office Application test.&lt;br /&gt;I've paid attention in class&lt;br /&gt;I've did the assignments properly&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still scared I can't get the score I want.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to my work now. Goodbye guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing for projects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-8351110601584637277?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/8351110601584637277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=8351110601584637277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8351110601584637277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8351110601584637277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/09/post-to-push-down-all-those-untidy.html' title='A post to push down all those untidy posts.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-1011241602777132692</id><published>2010-08-26T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T00:05:49.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaOD1YzuuI/AAAAAAAAAGs/REa8OxCH_dA/s1600/mangosteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509747390656264930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaOD1YzuuI/AAAAAAAAAGs/REa8OxCH_dA/s200/mangosteen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fruits in the pails are mangosteens. Those yellow things are rambutans. Apparantly that tree grows yellow rambutans. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaODBacOtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3Pn-CeuwbFk/s1600/rambutan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509747376704469714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaODBacOtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3Pn-CeuwbFk/s200/rambutan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaOB5APWCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UsjNq5GOUSY/s1600/chilli.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaODBacOtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3Pn-CeuwbFk/s1600/rambutan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;More rambutans from another tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaOCviCssI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nS7TQHR-Aps/s1600/cofee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509747371904512706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaOCviCssI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nS7TQHR-Aps/s200/cofee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaOB5APWCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UsjNq5GOUSY/s1600/chilli.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaOCWk_RPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lOtreq6sIRY/s1600/cocoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are coffee beans. Red=Ripe, Green= not ripe. You're suppose to roast the thing inside of these fruit to get the coffee beans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaOB5APWCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UsjNq5GOUSY/s1600/chilli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509747357267220514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaOB5APWCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UsjNq5GOUSY/s200/chilli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaOB5APWCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UsjNq5GOUSY/s1600/chilli.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chillies. The small and really spicy ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaOCWk_RPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lOtreq6sIRY/s1600/cocoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509747365205984498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaOCWk_RPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lOtreq6sIRY/s200/cocoa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a cocoa fruit. Your main ingredient for chocolate. This is how it looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's all I have for my grandma's house. Maybe i'll take better pictures if I have the chance. I'm terribly lazy to figure out how to put the words into place so I'm not going to bother changing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song sounds nice actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mMNblKdYUZg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mMNblKdYUZg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BigBang - Beautiful Hangover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that's all I have for you folks. I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-1011241602777132692?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/1011241602777132692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=1011241602777132692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1011241602777132692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1011241602777132692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/08/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaOD1YzuuI/AAAAAAAAAGs/REa8OxCH_dA/s72-c/mangosteen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982245600664452233.post-1006801565288621149</id><published>2010-08-26T23:06:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:49:19.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy but still have to do</title><content type='html'>Alright I'll try to peservere through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaFO0uW1yI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tFoqzFSsIz8/s1600/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509737683852121890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaFO0uW1yI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tFoqzFSsIz8/s320/house.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;This is my grandma's house. Old eh? Hahaha. You can even see the paint are scraping off alr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaF3KE04eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1LCNOToVf3Q/s1600/oilpalmfiled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509738376778277346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaF3KE04eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1LCNOToVf3Q/s320/oilpalmfiled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house is located beside oil palm plantations. But too bad, most of them can't produce the fruits already, so the government decided to chop them down, becoming this barren land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaG2eHAUPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nxMN0fxXSp8/s1600/bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509739464487882994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaG2eHAUPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nxMN0fxXSp8/s320/bathroom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the bathroom. Eheheheh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaHTOmGzcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rbJ8OkvXCKE/s1600/canal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509739958539570626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaHTOmGzcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rbJ8OkvXCKE/s320/canal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;The canal is where we're suppose to pee. Yeah. The pee will be washed to some small river. Mm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaIMbKbqHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cQxowkRxFDw/s1600/back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509740941165701234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaIMbKbqHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cQxowkRxFDw/s320/back.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;/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;This is the backyard. Super lot of space to run around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaJg8k4HBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TRlFeXx3dgo/s1600/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509742393243999250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaJg8k4HBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TRlFeXx3dgo/s320/toilet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the toilet that's meant for "big businesses" and yes, it's located OUTSIDE of the house. Don't ask me why. I don't know. So at night, if you're pretty darn urgent for the toilet, pray to the high heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaKPR21BFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PFdDFZXD9wY/s1600/toilethole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509743189230421074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaKPR21BFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PFdDFZXD9wY/s320/toilethole.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what's inside of the toilet. Notice anything missing? It's the flushing system. Its. Not. Freaking. There. How do we flush the toilet? Fill the container with water, scoop water using the smaller one and pour it into the hole. Anyone willing to try this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway the backyard is also a minifarm. My grandma grows vegetables, chillies, coffee beans, cocoa, rambutan and mangosteen. I'll upload them on the next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8982245600664452233-1006801565288621149?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/1006801565288621149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=1006801565288621149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1006801565288621149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1006801565288621149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/08/lazy-but-still-have-to-do.html' title='Lazy but still have to do'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/THaFO0uW1yI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tFoqzFSsIz8/s72-c/house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982245600664452233.post-6639981541698306378</id><published>2010-08-07T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T23:01:09.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/TF1yMpRUQSI/AAAAAAAAADE/0GrDnQrCa2o/s1600/Image0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502679881279095074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/TF1yMpRUQSI/AAAAAAAAADE/0GrDnQrCa2o/s320/Image0203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear that's bread, Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Hurray for random picture xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are stagnant nowadays even though my last projects are coming in. Everyday feels the same. Get up, have breakfast, bathe, change, take bus to Dover MRT to JE, switch to red line and go to CCK, take the LRT to Teck Whye and walk a bit more to reach school. I need a change. Maybe I'll take a bus to school someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I finally got a decent phone! :D It's my brother's phone though. He got a better one. z.z I can finally listen to songs while going and coming back from school and I can finally take random pictures and post it over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP's coming, but I won't be in Singapore :/ Ahh well. I'll take pictures of my grandmother's house for you all to see. Hopefully I can post them all nicely here. If not I won't even bother to upload the pictures. Putting them in place in my blog is a real pain in the ass. Seriously. Never mind. It's a three day holiday. Should try to enjoy it. And I hope to take more random pictures. That's if I can remember to whip out my phone and take the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough said. I don't know what else to add already.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That question's in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-6639981541698306378?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/6639981541698306378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=6639981541698306378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/6639981541698306378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/6639981541698306378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/08/yawn.html' title='Yawn.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/TF1yMpRUQSI/AAAAAAAAADE/0GrDnQrCa2o/s72-c/Image0203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982245600664452233.post-2908899153933965394</id><published>2010-07-29T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:06:37.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've never seen one like this.</title><content type='html'>And for the first time, I realize how troublesome and tiring it is to cheer up a pessimist. They seem to be like under some sort of spell, like as if they can only see what is in front of them and not what is ahead of them. It really takes skills and understanding to bring the person back to normal, like you need to find that specific key to unlock them, remove them from the chains that's binding them down. It's such a shitty job and now I know how troublesome I was for so many people. I sincerely apologise for how troublesome I am, though I feel, it's a little late. I shall try my best to stay positive everyday alright guys? :D Although I won't be so optimistic everyday, I'll try to get out of that mood fastfast with the help of you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random high.&lt;br /&gt;So high, I think I'm flying&lt;br /&gt;Wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to love and live life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-2908899153933965394?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/2908899153933965394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=2908899153933965394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/2908899153933965394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/2908899153933965394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-never-seen-one-like-this.html' title='I&apos;ve never seen one like this.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-930776745369101725</id><published>2010-07-14T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:46:18.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm finding a way to keep myself afloat.</title><content type='html'>Don't know how, won't know how. I can only try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep paddling myself or something&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can survive this disaster and make it out alive.&lt;br /&gt;There are people waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paddlepaddle..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-930776745369101725?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/930776745369101725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=930776745369101725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/930776745369101725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/930776745369101725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-finding-way-to-keep-myself-afloat.html' title='I&apos;m finding a way to keep myself afloat.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-2677492070940778911</id><published>2010-07-13T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:40:53.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was suppose to be special.</title><content type='html'>But never mind. Things happen. I'll just stone today away. At least I won't be thinking too deeply to the point it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing swimming lesson today for S&amp;amp;W helps in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and sweet dreams :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-2677492070940778911?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/2677492070940778911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=2677492070940778911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/2677492070940778911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/2677492070940778911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-was-suppose-to-be-special.html' title='Today was suppose to be special.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-4609349895165169551</id><published>2010-07-09T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T22:59:52.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Don't want to elaborate much. Just leaving it as it is for goodness sakes. Alright I'm nearly dying already. Goodnight guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-4609349895165169551?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/4609349895165169551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=4609349895165169551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4609349895165169551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4609349895165169551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-4172473478328612581</id><published>2010-07-02T00:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:17:37.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modelling?! The hell?</title><content type='html'>That's how my friends react when I told them some lady approached me, gave me her company's namecard and told me to consider doing freelance modelling at City Link. I was quite shocked also. I was pretty darn sure I see people that looked better than me walking past that area but nobody approached them. And I'm not that good looking either. Why of all people you chose me? Well the thought of modelling lets me think of posing for photos, involved in advertisement and a change in the way you look. Seems interesting, but I don't even think I'm ready at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm skipping the interview tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song stuck inside my head :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwagNDrh1DA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwagNDrh1DA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TVXQ/DBSK - Wrong Number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first the chorus sounded a little weird. But well well, looks like it still flowed into my head eventually. Sigh. The lyrics. Never mind. Restrict myself from saying anything negative for today. This song is nice okay! Or maybe it's because of their dance. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flood my chatbox if you feel that me hearing Kpop is really wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I still hear my usual songs okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that was how it felt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-4172473478328612581?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/4172473478328612581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=4172473478328612581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4172473478328612581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4172473478328612581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/07/modelling-hell.html' title='Modelling?! The hell?'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-3086287447085567293</id><published>2010-06-30T23:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:58:47.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know! It seems darn nice.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's with me, but I'm starting to like kpop? LOL. This song sounded rather nice for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HtJS32n6LNQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HtJS32n6LNQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TVXQ! - Mirotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's DBSK or TVXQ. I have no idea. But seriously, it's bloody catchy.&lt;br /&gt;I like watching them dance. It's cool to watch people dance in a group. All their sexy and slick moves accompanied by their singing. Quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new campus is definitely bigger this time. But not as big as I thought it would be. Ohoh, the indoor sports hall is freaaaking huge and has air conditioner. Can't wait to do my S&amp;amp;W in there. Just so you know, S&amp;amp;W is PE. They just like to call it sports and wellness &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty late already. Guess I shall sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stick to this wish till it becomes true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-3086287447085567293?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/3086287447085567293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=3086287447085567293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/3086287447085567293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/3086287447085567293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-know-it-seems-darn-nice.html' title='I don&apos;t know! It seems darn nice.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-8033426166137461992</id><published>2010-06-28T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:27:24.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My group's falling apart again. Lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-8033426166137461992?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/8033426166137461992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=8033426166137461992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8033426166137461992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8033426166137461992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-groups-falling-apart-again.html' title=''/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-8913387244359342541</id><published>2010-06-18T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:16:04.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumplings makes me sick.</title><content type='html'>Imagine dumplings, being put on a plate, at the side of the dining table. Easy enough right? Okay. Then, imagine shitload of houseflies buzzing and crawling around it. Do you think that's appetising? That was what happen over at my grandmother's house. Those pesky assholes kept flying around the dumplings. One whole bunch of them. Close two eyes and swing the fly swatter around and I gurantee you that you'll be able to hit at least one fly. I thought the problem will be over if I move the dumplings away. Hell. Wrong. The flies were still buzzing around at the dining table at dinner. It makes you really want to pull your hair out and scream all the colourful languages out. The flies were bad enough. Next, my mum made us eat the dumplings for tea break and supper =.= Thank goodness I didn't get food poisoning. Though I really wish to leave this pathetic world we live in. But nah, I guess.. there's more to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the moody posts again. Stupid circumstances made me feel that way. But I do hope you know how difficult it can be for me to post something light. I admit I'm not trying hard enough, but I promise you I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boing Boing is how it sounds like when you throw a dumpling into an oil palm plantation which is conveniently located just beside my grandmother's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boing boing bloop is how it sounds like when the dumpling you throw hits a puddle of water or river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boing boing krakk krakk is how it sounds like when the dumpling you throw is being eaten up by cows that are roaming about in the oil palm plantation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss. Fuck that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-8913387244359342541?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/8913387244359342541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=8913387244359342541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8913387244359342541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8913387244359342541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/06/dumplings-makes-me-sick.html' title='Dumplings makes me sick.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-638774152849009744</id><published>2010-06-12T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T15:21:47.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a saturday.</title><content type='html'>I should be outside. But I'm always alone when I'm going out. I'm used to it. But it pricks me sometimes. Maybe I'll just sleep off today. Hand me the sleeping pills please. And turn off the lights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-638774152849009744?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/638774152849009744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=638774152849009744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/638774152849009744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/638774152849009744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-saturday.html' title='It&apos;s a saturday.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-4015093996092970910</id><published>2010-06-09T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:01:25.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School holidays!</title><content type='html'>Finally a break from disgusting timetables, boring lectures and screwed up people. But I doubt I can spend that much time for myself anyway. Projects pile up till you can walk all the way to the gates of heaven. Just a summary of what happened in the past 1 to 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Had Office Application test where we use Microsoft Word and type out whatever crap we need to do. Not very confident I can score well for this though :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hospitality classes gathering. Had to perform some retro dance. Not too bad. School ended early on that day so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Visited CCA camp. Rather cool. The EXCO team did better than us in terms of coordination and games and creativity and whatnot. We feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Business Environment test. Was anticipating that it will be really tough. Luckily it was quite easy. Can definitely do well in this module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went to play pool with classmates for 5 hours today. Fun but exhausted after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to wonder whether my life is that stagnant. Perhaps there ARE happenings, but I see it as something that's not worth mentioning. Like example, This guy got knocked down by a car. I won't post it because nobody knows who the heck that person is and they wouldn't care anyway. Maybe that's why there's not much for me to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish Justin Bieber would sing this rather than that cheesy Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GNlVZ72K7fI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GNlVZ72K7fI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sleeping with Sirens - If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree that the song name is.. retarded? But at least the song sounds rather nice. To me. Hahaha. I'll be expecting Rachel to come up with 101 reasons why Justin Bieber's song is wayyyy better than this &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"They say that love is forever&lt;br /&gt;Your forever is all that I need&lt;br /&gt;Please stay as long as you need&lt;br /&gt;Can't promise that things won't be broken&lt;br /&gt;But I swear that I will never leave&lt;br /&gt;Please stay forever with me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sleeping. Finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-4015093996092970910?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/4015093996092970910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=4015093996092970910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4015093996092970910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4015093996092970910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/06/school-holidays.html' title='School holidays!'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-8103242409942130317</id><published>2010-06-02T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:53:04.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today..</title><content type='html'>I felt super sad. But what the heck. I was expecting it to be this way. Wish there's a way to this :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-8103242409942130317?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/8103242409942130317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=8103242409942130317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8103242409942130317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8103242409942130317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/06/today.html' title='Today..'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-5299301723979622734</id><published>2010-05-29T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T03:12:00.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep it away.</title><content type='html'>Presentation for my project was so screwed up. My lecturer told our group that it's like everyone is presenting entirely different points which doesn't seem to link to each other. But at least she knows that our group had internal problems. And she gave us some advice on that matter. Sigh. My marks. All going to waste. All thanks to you, our dear group leader =.= Live long, so you'll get to see life's stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh enough ranting &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing something lighter today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have taken an interest in hamsters. Probably due to one of my groupmates showing me one. They're small, somewhat cute and furry. The only bad thing about hamsters that I don't like is that they can pee and shit anytime and I mean ANYTIME. One of the hamsters peed on my sleeve. Another one pooed on my pants. Luckily their waste is really small. Like seeds. They also have the tendency to be noisy at night since they're nocturnal animals. Which means that they makes crapload of noise in the middle of the night. Not good for a light sleeper like me. Good thing they're good eye candys when you're bored. Can spend some time looking at them curling up into a ball and snuggling in a corner with the rest of the hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, I can't keep one :P&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, I don't wish to. :PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be sleeping right now. So goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-5299301723979622734?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/5299301723979622734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=5299301723979622734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5299301723979622734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5299301723979622734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/05/sleep-it-away.html' title='Sleep it away.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-6887241776471883361</id><published>2010-05-23T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T23:56:36.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And next comes the dreaded presentation day.</title><content type='html'>Presentation of our project on Wednesday @.@ Hope my group doesn't die so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I volunteered for helping out at PAssion Run 2010 with my group of friends, Steffen, Fiza, Yaya, Yazlynn, Daniel, Taufik and Azmi. Met up with them with them and had Macs at Bedok. Then took a bus, alighted and walked to our destination. We were given this Lime green shirt. There were quite a number of schools there. Wasn't what I expected since I haven't volunteered myself to a run before. We reported to our sector leaders and was made to sit in our group under the hot sun @.@ I had sunburns even after sitting there for an hour. Climate changes are crazy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my station with Yaya and Fiza. We were with RVJC and Tanjong Pagar Sec School. Weird combination. We were in charge of making and distributing 100plus to runners. The formula was 20 bottles of 100plus and 84 plain water. Like wth. 84 bottles of plain water. It tasted like plain water at first as the 100plus were all at the bottom. Mix it and it tasted better. Competitors started running. First few minutes were relaxing. When the whole freaking 10000 people comes. It's not relaxing AT ALL. Everyone were like just pour till it seems enough and move to another cup and everyone keeps missing the cups sometimes. The table was flooded with excess 100plus water hahaha. It was so bad that the ground below our table was flooded with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on till 7pm, where most people had finished the run. It was one hell of a experience. The JC people can be quite retarded at times xD. Like prancing around to avoid being splashed by the runners. I was glad that everyone helped out as one and not like, avoid us since we're from the stupid school &gt;.&gt; Everyone got down and dirty to ensure the runners have enough to drink. So awesome. The event ended at 11pm. Ugh. But at least there's CIP points. Yeah man. Wish I could work with people like them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-6887241776471883361?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/6887241776471883361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=6887241776471883361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/6887241776471883361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/6887241776471883361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-next-comes-dreaded-presentation-day.html' title='And next comes the dreaded presentation day.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-4643932845202010267</id><published>2010-05-22T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T00:40:11.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforeseen circumstances like these are really killing me.</title><content type='html'>Well as you know, my project will be due soon. Because I have to attend some crappy event at ECP, i'm causing my group so much trouble. So much stress will be on their shoulders already. I wish I haven't join it. But what can I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I did work with my group today. I was the only one who made it on time and was made to wait for the rest for 45 minutes. Awesome guys. Proceed to do some work while waiting for a latecomer. Luckily he came and we manage to finish some essential things that is needed to be completed. Hopefully the rest of them can finish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-4643932845202010267?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/4643932845202010267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=4643932845202010267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4643932845202010267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4643932845202010267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/05/unforeseen-circumstances-like-these-are.html' title='Unforeseen circumstances like these are really killing me.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-4221697636883066925</id><published>2010-05-17T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:07:34.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project works are z.z</title><content type='html'>Currently I have a project work on creating our own boutique hotel. A boutique hotel is a small scale hotel with a theme, according to what my teacher said. We need to consider alot of things for a hotel, from themes (obviously) to competitors to location to target audience and the list just goes on. I'm sure you know how important project work are in Tertiary education. They weigh a significant amount in your results and if you screw it up big time prepare yourself to see some significant marks yeah? My group currently hasn't finished much work due to rebuttals from group leader &gt;:((( and too many ideas given by everyone, disabling us from focusing on our priorities. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you want to finish the project and I know you want to get good results, but can you at least give us some constructive words and ideas and shut that bloody trap of yours when it's not your turn to talk? I'm more convinced to be more indifferent towards you. Fuck you and your attitude, really. Go show your birth certificate to the condom factory. They'll definitely give you an apology for it. Lastly, your breath STINKS. Not that my breath doesn't stink sometimes but for goodness gracious sake, brush your damn teeth and eat more breath mints. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough ranting. whatever the outcome of my project work, I'll accept it and move on. And I'll remember to not be in your group anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can manage my progression test tomorrow. Marks will be counted you know :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the crappy post. I don't have the mood to keep this post slightly more positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-4221697636883066925?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/4221697636883066925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=4221697636883066925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4221697636883066925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4221697636883066925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/05/project-works-are-zz.html' title='Project works are z.z'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-2791849952758795578</id><published>2010-05-16T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:47:35.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procratinating. Eek.</title><content type='html'>Everyone procrastinates. Now now, don't lie. I'm damn sure you procrastinated at some point in time in your life. Today I went to Queenstown library to study and summarise my points on the foolscap. About 2 hours later, I met Joel Yeo in the library. So we chatted for a while and talked about our school lives. And everyone seems to be surprised about my school uniform. Every. Single. Person. That. Asks. Me. I find it weird, yet I don't know why. Heck it. Joel went back to the tables to study while I continued my work. I left at 4.30pm to Tiong Bahru for dinner. And yes. I was eating with myself. Window shopped around though there wasn't much to see and went home. Luckily it was raining. Makes the environment so much more cooling and makes me feel better, someway. 9.30pm was when I want to start revising. Now it's 9.45pm =.= Ugh. I better get started. I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-2791849952758795578?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/2791849952758795578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=2791849952758795578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/2791849952758795578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/2791849952758795578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/05/procratinating-eek.html' title='Procratinating. Eek.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-7764415882855927348</id><published>2010-05-09T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:57:32.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>Doubt my mum can see this :/. Never mind. Went Iluma to watch Ip Man 2. So depressing to sit in the theatre alone. Everyone around me were lovebirds. Everyone's like, cuddling each other in the theatre. Even before the show starts. Sigh. But at least the movie was good. Didn't had to "suffer" all the way back home thinking about how screwed up and sucky I am. Thumbs up for Ip Man :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework? WTF HOMEWORK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-7764415882855927348?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/7764415882855927348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=7764415882855927348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7764415882855927348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7764415882855927348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-6326435878579370777</id><published>2010-05-04T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:29:32.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sunny day. Too sunny in fact.</title><content type='html'>Wroarr! Due to global warming, our sunny sun has became even more sunnier! Is that a good thing? Nawww. Hell no. I'll flick your balls if you say that's a good thing. Whichever balls you're thinking of. It's not fun to be walking under the sun with my uniform and neither is it any fun when I start sweating and the sweat makes the uniform stick onto my back. A horrible feeling. I nearly lost my sanity trying to rush to somewhere with air-con. Still remember the times when it was summer and we were having lessons in our classroom. No one paid attention in class cause you won't even have the mood to listen to anything. All you will be thinking of is something cold, like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;kachang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Milk tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're lucky enough, you will even get to see someone drooling over the thought of cold, sweet and creamy (is that how I should describe ice cream) ice cream. Usually happens on obese people &gt;:) Okay enough insults on fat people. Karma's gonna hit me someday :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm getting sleepy. I shall stop here. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-6326435878579370777?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/6326435878579370777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=6326435878579370777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/6326435878579370777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/6326435878579370777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/05/sunny-day-too-sunny-in-fact.html' title='A sunny day. Too sunny in fact.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-5981728138445224731</id><published>2010-05-02T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:09:47.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grr.</title><content type='html'>Haven't been updating my blog for a while. Doubts anyone would read. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the customs can really be a hassle. Like for example, stupid passgeways that supposedly I feel is meant for crowd control, the stupid jams everyday at off peak hours, dirty environment and it goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come to think of it, why should I bother about that?&lt;br /&gt;Beats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. I'll go sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;I'll find something nicer to talk about next time. Nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's good. I wish I could think that way &gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-5981728138445224731?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/5981728138445224731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=5981728138445224731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5981728138445224731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5981728138445224731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/05/grr.html' title='Grr.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-1008628040143392932</id><published>2010-04-19T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:05:33.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels ignored</title><content type='html'>Like it or hate it, being ignored can really be a pain in the ass sometimes. Like for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A: Hey, do you know whether there's XYZ place around this area?&lt;br /&gt;Person B: Hmm.. I'm not sure. Let me check on my IPhone.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ohoh, I think I know where the XYZ place is.&lt;br /&gt;Person B: Eh? I don't think there is XYZ place around here leh.&lt;br /&gt;Person A: Huh. Then we go some other place bah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know where the place is.&lt;br /&gt;Person B: So troublesome, are you sure you want to go somewhere else?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know the place, I know where it is.&lt;br /&gt;Person A: Don't know. Maybe we'll decide it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would feel very left out if you were me. Those 2 people were ignoring me right from the start. It's painful to continue as you'll feel like you're being a prick trying to get some attention for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I don't talk much&lt;br /&gt;That's why I don't speak up for myself&lt;br /&gt;That's why I..&lt;br /&gt;would only want to be in the background of the picture called Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for this crappy post. I can't think through things properly when I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q6YDaUpvXbY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q6YDaUpvXbY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Mice &amp;amp; Men - Second and Sebring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is not what it is, only baby scars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We need your love like a boy needs his mother's side."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too upset to fall asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-1008628040143392932?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/1008628040143392932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=1008628040143392932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1008628040143392932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1008628040143392932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/04/feels-ignored.html' title='Feels ignored'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-4997257558071302311</id><published>2010-04-17T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:23:07.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's started.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Can I don't blog about this?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I don't have the energy to recall events that happen a few days ago right now, plus I feel like I'm being very lanky in my every post. So much words when all it needs is just some simple sentences like "it was fun!". If you guys want to know you might as well ask me directly. Wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want answers. &gt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-4997257558071302311?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/4997257558071302311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=4997257558071302311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4997257558071302311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4997257558071302311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/04/schools-started.html' title='School&apos;s started.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-4733857760645841493</id><published>2010-04-11T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:09:14.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is my unofficial school day.</title><content type='html'>And I'm not really excited about it at all. Thinking about all the people there just makes me feel sooo not at ease. Now I'm travelling alone. No one else is supporting me anymore. Is it? Just want to leave that place as soon as possible. Just hope I can survive the orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please fall asleep today, Dear me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-4733857760645841493?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/4733857760645841493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=4733857760645841493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4733857760645841493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4733857760645841493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/04/tomorrow-is-my-unofficial-school-day.html' title='Tomorrow is my unofficial school day.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-4144799729619521344</id><published>2010-04-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T00:22:23.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a daze.</title><content type='html'>Life feels so stagnant nowadays. Some people love it, some people hate. Well I hate it. Nothing seems to be going on. If only something, just something, could happen, I'm sure I'll be rather happy about it. Maybe it's because I have never taken the initiative to seize the chance. Feels like I'm talking nonsense again &gt;.&gt; Sigh. I'm sure someone out there feels the same as me, being surrounded with friends but you still feel this sense of loneliness in you. It never seems to go away, even for a while. I'm tired of life? Possible? I should probably hang on tighter. I'll slowly find my reason to keep living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough to keep myself grounded. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-4144799729619521344?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/4144799729619521344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=4144799729619521344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4144799729619521344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4144799729619521344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-daze.html' title='In a daze.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-7370930516938830689</id><published>2010-03-21T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:31:28.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want was a presence and a smile</title><content type='html'>It could light up the worst days of my life. Not anything else. All I can ever do, was to hope for the best. Which sucked. Cause it can't really do much. There isn't much in hoping for someone to be better. It's about.. luck maybe? Or even nature, to take its course. As I'm sitting here writing this post, I can't help but feel so distant, lonely, sad, moody, everything. But you're definitely suffering more than I do. Shit. I wish I can be of some help. Or would I actually become a burden? I guess.. burden. Sigh. I'm not alright, am I? I'm sure you're worse off than me. Having to deal with even more things than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be well. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-7370930516938830689?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/7370930516938830689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=7370930516938830689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7370930516938830689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7370930516938830689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-i-want-was-presence-and-smile.html' title='All I want was a presence and a smile'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-2600247022035831591</id><published>2010-03-21T02:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T03:33:04.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't fucking sleeeeeeep</title><content type='html'>Fuck it. How many times do I have to go through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdshaj;ghsajk;ghdsajk;hj;gklsdahjgk;lsajklgsda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): T.T &gt;:( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, ran out of things to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll just burn my body out by not sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick of trying to fall asleep already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this headache is killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-2600247022035831591?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/2600247022035831591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=2600247022035831591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/2600247022035831591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/2600247022035831591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-fucking-sleeeeeeep.html' title='Can&apos;t fucking sleeeeeeep'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-2847222444549060538</id><published>2010-03-21T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:51:33.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gibberish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fhdl;asfhbsdalb;fhisd;afnh cids;hfehwi o hfeowiphyfeioapfhieawp[fhn ia;hgiopqyuopbndsjlnmvjpeqhguopreqmlnb jpqhiog[qjobd.m,bv;azoxuicgqh[ljebg[fhqj;g huoq;hv qohgreq ;lkv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ignore me. I'm just fooling around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/S6T80Ig-bZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_2g09tEiWUA/s1600-h/Far_Away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450759421594332562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/S6T80Ig-bZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_2g09tEiWUA/s400/Far_Away.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8982245600664452233-2847222444549060538?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/2847222444549060538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=2847222444549060538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/2847222444549060538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/2847222444549060538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/03/gibberish.html' title='Gibberish'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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/_rj8LkyWtSzg/S6T80Ig-bZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_2g09tEiWUA/s72-c/Far_Away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982245600664452233.post-3229248499523465852</id><published>2010-03-19T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T01:20:45.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not funny to fall asleep at 4am onwards all the time</title><content type='html'>Especially when you have plans on the next day. Lately my mind has been overcrowding with way too much thoughts that I can't even sleep properly. Often having to come out of the room, look for something to read until I'm tired, go back to bedroom and fall asleep. At least I know how it feels like now. I feel tired, but I doubt I'll be able to sleep later. And once I think I'm going to fall asleep my stomach starts growling =.= Eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, anyone has Nicholas Sparks books to lend? Can't find them in the library as usual ._.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of reading the school's yearbook for a week just to get myself sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights await.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-3229248499523465852?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/3229248499523465852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=3229248499523465852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/3229248499523465852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/3229248499523465852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-not-funny-to-fall-asleep-at-4am.html' title='It&apos;s not funny to fall asleep at 4am onwards all the time'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-1704441695318840945</id><published>2010-03-16T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T01:21:30.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I able to sleep better now?</title><content type='html'>Okay thank you. Wow Genting. Never been there before. Heard they charge things at a ridiculously sky high amount. Don't know if it's true. Hope you're alright there. Ugh I don't know what to say. I guess I'll go sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-1704441695318840945?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/1704441695318840945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=1704441695318840945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1704441695318840945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1704441695318840945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/03/am-i-able-to-sleep-better-now.html' title='Am I able to sleep better now?'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-8148352591238513516</id><published>2010-03-14T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T01:48:58.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh. I should be sleeping.</title><content type='html'>Sigh. Really cannot sleep. I guess I'll have to burn some time online till I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick of trying? To?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-8148352591238513516?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/8148352591238513516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=8148352591238513516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8148352591238513516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8148352591238513516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/03/ugh-i-should-be-sleeping.html' title='Ugh. I should be sleeping.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-7342672921429601643</id><published>2010-03-13T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T00:37:26.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you guys been doing?</title><content type='html'>I'm just wondering. I'm sure you guys out there are much happier than me. Maybe? Or maybe not. Well these few days I've been doing the usual stuff like gaming, going out with friends, sleep. Perhaps it's about time I get a job? I don't know. Definitely gives more time for others. Just have to deal with my emotions till I'm used to it. These few days I've been listening to positive songs (positive a.k.a. happy?) to keep my mood up, at least to not feel like shit everyday. Besides, nobody wants to see a person with a sad face everyday. Sigh. It's always times when something is gone then I'll learn to cherish them. Okay enough of these stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mTaMaHmn3cA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mTaMaHmn3cA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hoobastank - So close, so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing this song for a while. It's like one of the few mainstream songs I like. It's als one of the songs that "my" band would be jamming to. Teddy Bear Armageddeon.(?) Some crazy band name yeah. This song pretty much explains my mood right now. I definitely did something wrong somewhere. Guess I can only wait and see if you're better. Please forgive me. Hope you're well on the other side. Goodnight beautiful pig :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up all alone&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere unfamiliar&lt;br /&gt;I've been gone so many days I'm losing count&lt;br /&gt;When I think of home I see your face&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so close yet so far&lt;br /&gt;It's tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;What I would do, I'll be there with you&lt;br /&gt;We're so close yet so far&lt;br /&gt;It's tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;What I would do to be back with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hearing your laughter&lt;br /&gt;All the little things&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten what it's like to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Cause where I am right now&lt;br /&gt;So unforgiving&lt;br /&gt;It's numbing everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so close yet so far&lt;br /&gt;It's tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;What I would do, I'll be there with you&lt;br /&gt;We're so close yet so far&lt;br /&gt;It's tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;What I would do to be back with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So promise)&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long it takes for me to get back to you&lt;br /&gt;You'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;(I promise)&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far away I go I'll come back for you&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being at home&lt;br /&gt;I miss your face&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I can wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so close, yet so far&lt;br /&gt;It's tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;What I would do, I'll be there with you&lt;br /&gt;So close, yet so far&lt;br /&gt;It's tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;What I would do to be back with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise&lt;br /&gt;It's tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far away I go I'll come back for you&lt;br /&gt;I promise&lt;br /&gt;It's tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;What I would do&lt;br /&gt;What I would do&lt;br /&gt;What I would do, I'll be there with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird songs we're jamming to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-7342672921429601643?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/7342672921429601643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=7342672921429601643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7342672921429601643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7342672921429601643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-have-you-guys-been-doing.html' title='What have you guys been doing?'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-9016452781956492536</id><published>2010-03-11T21:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:25:21.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I wish I knew where the limits were.</title><content type='html'>I don't like this. But I have no choice. I started this. Should probably be facing the music. :/ Anyway, I don't know how or what I should say, but all I can say is I'm sorry. I'm to blame. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-9016452781956492536?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/9016452781956492536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=9016452781956492536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/9016452781956492536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/9016452781956492536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-i-wish-i-knew-where-limits.html' title='Sometimes I wish I knew where the limits were.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-8120243314218612480</id><published>2010-03-10T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:13:38.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're going to die soon when you never realize it's still red lights.</title><content type='html'>Well I was walking back home from Fusionopolis at 4pm. I waited at the traffic lights, waiting for it to turn green. While waiting, I got lost in my dreamland and subconsciously walk forward thinking it was green already. Until halfway I snapped back to reality and heard the honking of the cars and I dashed forward so the cars could move. This isn't the first time already. It's crazy, yeah. But I can't help it. Everytime I have the chance to dream I'll end up this way. I need someone to keep distracting me/ask lots of question to let me stay on earth. Well who knows? I may actually get hit one day while I'm in my dreamland and get into serious injuries if unlucky. Or death. Holidays are coming. I'll probably be taking up a part time job soon. Which means more daydreaming time and less people to go out with me to distract me. :/ Never mind. I should be fine. Must stay positive (: Eurgh. I wonder where you went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to the Scythe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-8120243314218612480?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/8120243314218612480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=8120243314218612480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8120243314218612480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8120243314218612480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-know-youre-going-to-die-soon-when.html' title='You know you&apos;re going to die soon when you never realize it&apos;s still red lights.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-8625505845813049970</id><published>2010-03-09T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:14:38.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you wish you had control on things sometimes?</title><content type='html'>I mean, who doesn't want to be in control of something in some situations? Like for example, our dear principal who THINKS whatever he's doing is the best for us? Don't you wish you could be the one standing up at the assembly area, firing criticisms at him till he does not know what to say? Or debating with your parents the right to not ground you/scold you/punish you? I'm sure we do at some point in our lives, whether it happens often or ocassionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the angry post. I'm sad. :( Doesn't know why anyway. Mood swings. Maybe? External influences? Probably? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was feeling bored from catching stupid mice on Facebook and I decided to read on my horoscope sign. The personality of Pisces. Let me show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fish appear to be individuals, but have you ever seen a school of them swimming together? They act as one. Each is part of a greater whole. And you Pisces Fish are more aware of your interdependency than any other sign. It's as if Pisces live in an ocean and the spirit that flows through you is like the one ocean that flows through all fishes. The symbol of the Fish is also the symbol of Christianity, the predominant religion during the past two thousand years -- also known to astrologers as the "Age of Pisces."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pisces are spiritual in nature and emotional in expression. Pisces intuition and imagination are at once Pisces strengths and weakness. Pisces are attracted to the mystical side of things, and herein lay potential danger, for when pulled beneath the currents of everyday life, the realms of imagination and the subconscious offer little structure. Without the foundation of reality, it becomes easy to flounder and to lose direction. Pisces own salvation, however, can come from helping others less fortunate that yourself, especially those who have fallen into the misty realms of drugs, alcohol or spiritual confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Pisces motto might be "Reality is just a shared illusion," and, in a higher sense this may be true. Nevertheless, you still need to survive in this "shared illusion" of reality, and sometimes this becomes a struggle for you compassionate Fish, who can feel the pain of the world as if it were your own. There's no easy escape for you. Your best path is to follow a creative or spiritual pursuit while doing your work in the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roughly understand them, though I think I'll miss out some details because it's so profound. I like reading things like these cause it allows me to know myself better. Plus they are generally true. Like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Pisces are often scatterbrains. They don't do well in highly structured or regimented situations and generally buck convention. Pisces can be so emotional, needy and intense that they can end up being a real drag to people around them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather true. Especially the last part :X That's why I hate myself sometimes. I'm an escapist too, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Pisces are easily lied to because they so want to believe. No matter how often they are led astray by empty promises, they keep the faith and push on toward their personal ideal. Their dreamy and impractical natures can be a source of distress to those close to them. Being both optimistic and cynical, Pisces find it difficult to make up their minds on any issue."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an easy target for con-mans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"When Pisces feel rejected or get the blues, they REALLY get the blues. Pisces are easily lured to drugs or alcohol for escape or distraction. Pisces should avoid this for obvious reasons, but particularly because of their highly addictive, compulsive nature. Pisces can easily develop a variety of vice habits including excessive gambling, compulsive shopping, and overspending."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I've thought about drinking alcohol when I'm seriously, fucking depressed. Pardon me on the vulgarities. Excessive gambling, not really. I lost my mood for gambling from this year's CNY. Compulsive shopping and overspending is a big &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;. Give me $100 and I'll spend $99 dollars and leave a one dollar coin in my wallet to make myself feel less guilty for overspending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's it for today. If you want more you can always google it. I'm sure you know. Plus I need to go sleep already. I promised someone I'll sleep early okay! And now it's almost 1am already &gt;&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-8625505845813049970?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/8625505845813049970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=8625505845813049970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8625505845813049970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8625505845813049970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-you-wish-you-had-control-on-things.html' title='Don&apos;t you wish you had control on things sometimes?'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-7122053892824073860</id><published>2010-03-07T03:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T03:28:56.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Heyhey. I really don't know what happened to you. A sudden mood swing? I feel that I owe you one for not saying something proper. I'm really worried and scared for you. The school really gives you lots of stress isn't it? Your homework pile doesn't seem to like.. decrease. Plus you never shared with me your problems and woes :/. But I still blame myself for not being able to help you get better. About my presents, don't worry about it right now okay? Don't feel bad about it too, I'm fine that you are unable to get me presents for now. You don't need to rush. All that matters is that &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You are happy and healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just hope to be able to bring you out someday to help you to.. destress? I really don't wish you will be in this state. Ahh I hope you don't find this weary deary. Anyways, I'll go back and try to sleep again. Hope you feel better soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh and smile too (: Your smile is the most expensive thing I'll ever get to see in this life that I'm living in.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-7122053892824073860?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/7122053892824073860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=7122053892824073860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7122053892824073860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7122053892824073860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-cant-sleep.html' title='I can&apos;t sleep.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-3466948601852762554</id><published>2010-03-06T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:36:59.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blue @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-3466948601852762554?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/3466948601852762554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=3466948601852762554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/3466948601852762554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/3466948601852762554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/03/blue.html' title=''/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-5129226652725821054</id><published>2010-03-05T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:37:29.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday.</title><content type='html'>Today, 5th of March, on my birthday, I wish that my insignificance will stop haunting me any longer. *Blows out the flames on the candles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay it's my birthday. I don't know what birthday means to you guys, but I guess I didn't really enjoy myself. Not even a single bit. It's not that people forgot it's my birthday, it's that there was no one who was free enough to celebrate it with me. It's awful. Really. Or maybe I anticipated too much on my birthday. Thought it would be like, some frenzy screwing around in a mall or a surprise attack on me with cakes at my house. My imaginations can get.. blown out of proportion? Ah well, at least this &lt;em&gt;day&lt;/em&gt; is ending soon. Since it's less than an hour left till I'm not a birthday boy anymore. I shall celebrate with myself! (I'm really cranky right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. It's failing me. I might as well don't start, lest I find myself in an even more difficult position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shoutouts to people who asked me which school I'm in:&lt;br /&gt;I'M IN FUCKING ITE ALRIGHT! HAPPY NOW? Stop asking me that question already. I'm having a hard time trying to come clean with everyone. I'm ugly, fine. I'll swallow that insult inside me and let it disintegrate after a few days. I suck, fine. I'll swallow that insult again and let it disintegrate. I fail in life, fine. I'll swallow again. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So stop pricking me with that question again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z.Z you guys don't want an emo post eh. Zzz fine. I'll just post things that I did today then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7am. Yes it's too early right? So I went to jog around the neighbourhood since I needed to exercise anyway. Met Maxene coming out of Heritage View. Jogged one whole round and I was tired. Eurgh. That shows my fitness level right now. Went back home, ate breakfast, went ITE Clementi campus to pay fees and buy uniforms and head back home. Meet up with Ludfil at Clementi and went to Dhoby Ghaut because I wanted to go to Paradiz centre to try out Modern Warfare 2. The graphics was awesome. Bad thing is that I suck at it. Can't complete some part of the mission. As it's my first time playing in a "play now pay later" LAN shop. I didn't really know what to do to end the session. I just went to the counter and told him to end my session. Cause the surrounding was very noisy (due to screaming gamers) I couldn't hear what he was saying and I just kept telling him I'm ending my session. Then the shop owner gave me that shitty look. The you're-a-pain-in-the-ass look. Had to endure that stupid look. Then went over to Plaza Singapura to walk around. Nothing seemed to appeal to me as usual. Last Resort. Arcade ._. Went there to play around just to burn some time. Next I head to Macdonalds to buy McSpicy. Woah. Tasted really awesome. Or maybe it's because I don't eat fast food often. Played around with my burger and fries. Burger as my birthday cake and fries as my candles. Yes I did get some weird looks. But like as if I'm lucid enough to stop what I'm doing. After that I headed home. Not wanting to do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-5129226652725821054?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/5129226652725821054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=5129226652725821054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5129226652725821054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5129226652725821054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/03/birthday.html' title='Birthday.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-4663733556340278838</id><published>2010-02-26T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:05:05.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempted to start a new  blog</title><content type='html'>The stupid bot done it again! Suspected my blog is spam =.= sigh. Today I went to Paradiz as plans were flushed away. I wanted to try Modern Warfare 2. So I went to all the LAN shops to check whether there's the game available. Sadly, only 1 shop has it. And that shop's air circulation is terrible. Instead of installing air-cons, they just put two big fans at the front of the shop, near the counter. I decided not to try the game today and went back to Plaza Singapura to walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to rain. I didn't bring my jacket with me and got drenched in rain. While waiting for the rain to stop, I went into the arcade to play Blazblue. Was messing around until another came in to challenge me. Well, I lost and wanted to move away but guess what? He put in the rest of his coins and told me to stay and played with him! Holy crap. He is the first person I have seen to let his opponent stay and play with him! Most of the time after the loser loses, they just walk off with a black face or a sian face and the winner not giving a shit about the loser but this is first time I have ever seen someone giving his opponent chances to continue playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I can't really remember his face and I didn't ask for his name, If anyone of you bully him I'll punch you &gt;:O. Oh I haven't explained what's Blazblue. It's a side scrolling fighting game with 12 characters of different abilities. 12 characters may be little. But the graphics and the gameplay is sexy. That's how I fell in love with the game. I was using Ragna. He looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442570339361357634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/S4fk4z61_0I/AAAAAAAAACs/eUgYOrh58OA/s400/ragna%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;Why I use him? Cause he's &lt;em&gt;suave&lt;/em&gt;~ xD. Nah that's not really the reason why I use him. It's because he seems quite balanced to me. Balanced as in weakness are minimal. Anyone of you bored enough to want to watch his attacks can go watch the video below. 3 minutes and 52 seconds of ragna's combos. Lets you become even more bored after that xP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SEZCcNtLHSo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SEZCcNtLHSo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he let me played for 5 times? That's alot okay! 5 x 50cents = $2.50. $2.50 spent on me to let me play with him! Well he's not exactly that good, around like my skill level, which is amatuer xD. But he can send me flying up high in the sky while I can't ): so it's quite likely that I'll lose if I don't think carefully what I'm doing. After that I decided to to let him win most of the matches since he was sponsoring for my plays. So as a thank you for him, I gave my last token for him and shook his hand xD. Then I headed to Vivocity to walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into Best to try out Halo ODST. Was playing some sort of survival match if I'm correct. Had to survive waves and waves of enemies. Then some random stranger came in to try also. At some point in time, we had a very small chat which went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Stranger: Wah, so garang ah? *smiles at me*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aiya, Anyhow lar. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why he suddenly talked to me all of a sudden. Until I went home and I understand why. I only had 1/3 of my health left and I was still going around killing enemies and destroying enemy vehicles. So that guy probably felt that I'm like some sort of Spartan who fears no death and fights until the very last of my blood cell dies. And that comment made by that stranger felt great. I don't know why. Maybe that's called praise? Maybe I caught his attention? Felt bored playing alone after that. I head over to Macs at Harbour front and bought McFlurry, though I'm not suppose to as I still have blocknose and pleghm in my throat. Finished it and I head back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good you're okay (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-4663733556340278838?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/4663733556340278838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=4663733556340278838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4663733556340278838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4663733556340278838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/02/tempted-to-start-new-blog.html' title='Tempted to start a new  blog'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/S4fk4z61_0I/AAAAAAAAACs/eUgYOrh58OA/s72-c/ragna%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982245600664452233.post-1503239640942983388</id><published>2010-02-24T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T00:04:49.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotting.</title><content type='html'>Eurgh. I'm at home all the time. I'm so bored. I have nothing to do. Maybe not nothing to do. Maybe I'm procrastinating. But what am I procrastinating from? I don't even know. Sorry I haven't been changing my layout. I can't really find one. (Or I can't be bothered?) Either it looks like a girl's blogskin, I don't like it, or it just doesn't suit me. Well that's me. Often being screwed up by people's comments. Causing my brain to be like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441838961920756914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/S4VLtCoqzLI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZtebszCDlOA/s400/98069.jpg" /&gt;Like a &lt;a href="mailto:!@#%*^%#^$!#*$@(@&amp;amp;^$"&gt;!@#%*^%#^$!#*$@(@&amp;amp;^$&lt;/a&gt;)*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I'll end up not wanting to go look for it anymore. I'm sure you guys know how it feels at some point in time. Or maybe you don't. Cause not everyone are vulnearable to criticisims. Unlike me, criticize me and I don't feel like talking to anyone anymore for the rest of the day. Sigh. Anyone has a job to offer? Mum's been nagging me to go find a job. Well I can't help it either. Dad's been working part time these few months :/. Wonder how life will go the next few months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thinking about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-1503239640942983388?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/1503239640942983388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=1503239640942983388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1503239640942983388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1503239640942983388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/02/rotting.html' title='Rotting.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/S4VLtCoqzLI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZtebszCDlOA/s72-c/98069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982245600664452233.post-4612844761393118111</id><published>2010-02-20T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T00:51:29.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year sucked so bad. Really. Do you guys feel the festive mood? If you do, then good for you. Cause I don't. I see no point to it. Let me give you all (or perhaps most of it) of my reasons why I dread this CNY. In no particular order of how much I dislike CNY (Am I making sense in this sentence?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It clashed with Valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;2. The songs played on radio and shopping centres make my ears bleed out a few buckets of blood.&lt;br /&gt;3. The ang baos I receive are all in Ringgit, Malaysia currency. Which means all the money I receieve will probably be divided by 2-3.5. Which also means I get about $30-$50 every CNY.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have to buy new clothes. Not that I dislike new clothes, I &lt;em&gt;suck&lt;/em&gt; at picking/selecting/buying clothes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Not all my cousins and relatives came back to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;6. It's the season where my parents are most superstitious.&lt;br /&gt;7. New year goodies tempt me to no end. Causing my brain to neglect about my weight.&lt;br /&gt;8. Me and my cousins played and done the same things in a day over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;9. I hate drunk idiots&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate it even more when drunk idiots spout out total nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;11. I couldn't really sleep well over at MY as all the rooms are taken so I had to sleep in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;12. I didn't win any money in BlackJack/Mahjong/Between&lt;br /&gt;13. There is no computer with internet access at my grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;14. The train back to SG comes at 6.30pm&lt;br /&gt;15. The train came at 8pm&lt;br /&gt;16. The seat I was sitting at hardly had air-con.&lt;br /&gt;17. While on the way back to train station, some stupid indian guy was blasting away indian music from his phone.&lt;br /&gt;18. I reached home at 11pm&lt;br /&gt;19. I took out the weighing machine and realize I gain 2 kg&lt;br /&gt;20. It's nice to receive ang baos, but have you ever thought that your parents are giving out more money than you are receiving?&lt;br /&gt;21. Twice, the firecrackers that my younger cousins were playing nearly injured someone in the house.&lt;br /&gt;22. It was boring over there.&lt;br /&gt;23. I hate hanging decorations around the house.&lt;br /&gt;24. Predictions for every year makes me insecure. After I hear them.&lt;br /&gt;25. The weather over there was outrageous. Summer with rain that only last freaking 20 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should justify my reasons for not liking CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word Verification:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temesio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________ [ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type the characters you see in the picture above. &lt;strong&gt;Why do I have this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, when would I stop seeing this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-4612844761393118111?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/4612844761393118111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=4612844761393118111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4612844761393118111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4612844761393118111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-5315125879380732946</id><published>2010-02-11T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:59:31.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off soon.</title><content type='html'>Oh lovely. I screwed it up today. Good job man, good job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-5315125879380732946?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/5315125879380732946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=5315125879380732946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5315125879380732946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5315125879380732946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-off-soon.html' title='I&apos;m off soon.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-5774238055857909285</id><published>2010-02-10T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:02:21.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog undergoing changes</title><content type='html'>My blog will be under construction for a week or so. Expect broken links, missing pictures, screwed up layout, girlish blogskin and delays. I apologise for any inconvenience caused. Though to be honest I wouldn't give a damn about you guys xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Blogger: please, stop, marking, my, blog, as, spam?&lt;br /&gt;Like.. pretty pretty please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-5774238055857909285?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/5774238055857909285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=5774238055857909285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5774238055857909285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5774238055857909285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-undergoing-changes.html' title='Blog undergoing changes'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-3133422180262742511</id><published>2010-02-10T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:19:28.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poly guy's day out!</title><content type='html'>It's definitely wayyy more productive than sitting at home in front of the screen wasting my life away. We met up at Dhoby Ghaut with Yc, his two church friends, Wei wen, Govind and William. Went to Paradiz centre to find a LAN shop. There were only two LAN shops that were opened in the morning. Went into the IRC LAN shop to game. Christopher Koh, Haoyang and Ian came later and joined us on Counter Strike. It was one hell of a crazy match. Everyone was swearing, blabbering all the random stuff out of their mouths. I was quite sure our voices could be heard in the centre. Quite a number of us sucked. Though we roughly knew how to go about in the game. My team lost rather badly. Sucked big time. And it's really annoying when you keep dying and losing. Seriously annoying. Next we had lunch at Plaza Singapura and went to play pool with Haoyang, Ian, Wei Wen, Yc and Ben Low(?), one of Yc's church friend. It was quite a good match and I even learnt my own preferred way of shooting. Went back to LAN again. But this time we played Dota. Ugh. Sucked big time. Didn't really had to mood to keep playing. I would rather play Modern Warfare. Went back to playing  CS after that. Then they had dinner at Macs while I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel shitty when you have already tried not to suck that bad and it ends up backfiring? Maybe it's just my ego pricking on me. Maybe I should not expect myself to do well all the time. I may feel better that way. Who knows. Although it's not a very pleasant experience on Dota and CS, I'm glad that I have spent my time quite well and will still look forward to the next session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-3133422180262742511?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/3133422180262742511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=3133422180262742511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/3133422180262742511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/3133422180262742511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/02/poly-guys-day-out.html' title='Poly guy&apos;s day out!'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-6948714968951292881</id><published>2010-02-05T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:35:17.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the post you wanted.</title><content type='html'>Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;Boooooooooooooooooooored.&lt;br /&gt;Any idea how boring things can be after end of schooling? Plus my fares have have gone from DEET DET to DEET. Super heart pain &gt;&lt;. I seriously hope there will be events after this week. And I can't seem to find a good blogskin for this blog ughhh. Anyone wanna help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want you here x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-6948714968951292881?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/6948714968951292881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=6948714968951292881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/6948714968951292881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/6948714968951292881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/02/heres-post-you-wanted.html' title='Here&apos;s the post you wanted.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-4051469247863501046</id><published>2010-02-01T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:18:11.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is, are, was, were, will, would, am bored.</title><content type='html'>Sigh. Really don't have much to do. Ended up in a crappy course. Hopefully I'll be able to get out of it soon. Ever feel like your life's pretty much a cycle or a pattern? Doing the same stuff over and over again. Sucks you know. Got to get out of my house and do something. Hmm maybe I can go ECP and cycle. Anyone wanna join? Or else I'll just cycle by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Also, do you guys feel that I should change my skin? Y / N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-4051469247863501046?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/4051469247863501046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=4051469247863501046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4051469247863501046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4051469247863501046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-are-was-were-will-would-am-bored.html' title='Is, are, was, were, will, would, am bored.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-7106443293587829582</id><published>2009-12-30T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:40:13.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection on 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Had to do it today since tomorrow I'll be busy with gathering and events and stuff. Overall I feel that this year was only quite okay. It could have been wayyy better if stupid things had not happen which caused even more stupid things to happen. But I'm really glad there were people around me to cheer me up, or at least, try to make me feel better. Even though this year wasn't a smooth ride at all. I'm glad that I met new people in this year and I'm certainly very glad to have you in my life. Even if you talked to me or not, I'm happy that you have appeared in my life, out of the blue, to at least make this world become more than black and white. Too bad right now I still don't really feel very satisfied with my life. Hopefully it's just a lifelong lesson that I should be learning from. For me to grow from there. And to my dear 4C, here's what I wanted to say to you guys, but I didn't want to post it on FaceBook since there are people whom I don't want them to see. Can say I'm shy, but whatever~ Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my dear 4C:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I came into this class, I told myself that I will never enjoy a united class ever again. Well it seemed rather true as during sec 3, we were pretty much disorganised, rowdy, super duper duper noisy, rebellious, screwed up and no class outings or gathering. I still remember Mrs You having to scold us for the lack of performance in our subjects and also our resposibility in completing projects like the World Vision. Really screwed it up man. But what surprised me is that during the carnival, we were actually able to work together to try to get as much money from our stalls. So I thought maybe there is a possibility that we CAN be united. Which was rather true. When we became sec 4s, Mr Sim became our form teacher. And things began to change from there. It's as though his words has brought us all together, united, like a family. And soon we began to enjoy each other's presence. I remember the first class gathering we had at Edric's house. I was realllyy happy to see most of you guys there. And I was really happy because I have never seen the whole class together like this before. And I began to appreciate one another for who they are. Whether they are short, tall, fat, thin, ugly, pretty, colours, geek, enthusiastic. And my wish of having a great form teacher sort of came true actually. Mr Sim was a bombastic, quirky, sharp tongued, handsome form teacher. He can hurl the simplest and yet the most poisonous insult at anyone and he can also be kind of.. gh3y at the same time. Gh3y as in.. funny in a weird way? Slowly we had more class outing, like the Sentosa one. Was super awesome as I get to learn beach volleyball from JunMing and was interacting with everyone. (and yes one of my secret to make me happy is to be able to interact with someone new with ease :X weird eh?) Next was the Founder's day where sec 4 classes had to create a photo collage of our class. Everyone was involved as all of us had to bring photos of our memories in fairfield. Then we slowly pieced it and stick it together and wala! Our awesome class collage is done. And we even won first prize in the whole level :O Freaking shocked me but it gave a very big boost of appreciation and happiness for our class. Prelims and O level period. Some of us stayed back after school to study with each other. Ahh, the days. How I wish I could rewind time to experience it all over again. Hahaha fat hope I guess. Well I'm really glad to be in 4C now and I will really hope to see you guys after 30 years. Who knows how you guys may look like. Haha. There comes a time where we have to go our seperate ways and it's now. I just hope that you guys will carry on and be safe. Sheesh I have so many things to say and yet I'm stuck. Go on and be an achiever, do all of us proud. If you fall, try to pick yourself up again because if you're all the way at the bottom, there's only one way and direction and that's up. Obstacles will definitely be in your way ALL THE DAMN TIME so what do you do? Flow around it and move on or freaking crush it. What am I saying. Ah whatever. I'm sure you all will be great achievers in the future and I certainly look forward to seeing you in the newspapers. Not the obituaries, just somewhere where it shows your honourable work or features you as a world class pimp or bomber. Whatever. So yeah, I will miss you guys more than I thought I did and hope to keep in touch with everyone in the next few years and longer. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421069497601752594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj8LkyWtSzg/SzuB_GtB_hI/AAAAAAAAACc/q51FbXeEvqY/s400/6251_109651595535_674795535_2172520_3426688_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WILL MISS YOU MOTHAFOCKING 4CONQUERORS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Gosh, you counted xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8982245600664452233-7106443293587829582?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/7106443293587829582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=7106443293587829582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7106443293587829582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7106443293587829582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflection-on-2009.html' title='Reflection on 2009'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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/_rj8LkyWtSzg/SzuB_GtB_hI/AAAAAAAAACc/q51FbXeEvqY/s72-c/6251_109651595535_674795535_2172520_3426688_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982245600664452233.post-1287978970214065689</id><published>2009-12-17T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:46:01.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Malaysia, back to Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Came back from Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Was uber boring plus I brought back hell lot of mosquito bites.&lt;br /&gt;And seriously,&lt;br /&gt;I need a damn phone with good camera functions so at least I can introduce the place I'm living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itchy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-1287978970214065689?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/1287978970214065689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=1287978970214065689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1287978970214065689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1287978970214065689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-from-malaysia-back-to-malaysia.html' title='Back from Malaysia, back to Malaysia'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-1687925286657674778</id><published>2009-12-07T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:20:03.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and crushed.</title><content type='html'>Sigh. What am I going to do now? Nothing feels right at all. It's not like it will end in a peaceful manner where it's a win-win situation. I don't believe it. It's utter bullshit if I ever get that kind of thing. I will always be at the losing end. And I will expect it that way. Of course I wish it could end that way, but looking at it, it seems rather obvious that I will lose. Thoughts flowed into my mind these few days, suggesting me to do this do that. But without my motivation to take the plans to action, I might as well don't bother thinking of suggestions. Sigh. Am I really going to lose you this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in both worlds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-1687925286657674778?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/1687925286657674778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=1687925286657674778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1687925286657674778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1687925286657674778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick-and-crushed.html' title='Sick and crushed.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-7558086285458750731</id><published>2009-12-06T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:07:16.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Probably &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Borrowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Killing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-7558086285458750731?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/7558086285458750731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=7558086285458750731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7558086285458750731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/7558086285458750731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-probably-am-living-on-borrowed-time.html' title=''/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-1573040913626706016</id><published>2009-12-05T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:09:25.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DownDownDownDown</title><content type='html'>Sigh. Another accident. Can't help it. It's inevitable. I wonder how lucky my life is ever going to get. I hope I can sleep today though I shouldn't be because I have things to prepare. Sometimes I just wonder am I actually alive. Everything is like, passing by me and fades away without me realizing anything. I can only hope the storm would be over. And I can't gurantee I can survive this storm if it comes. How I wish this was only a dream. I don't feel like stepping forward anymore. Please, if there's still hope, give me a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worrying till I fall asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-1573040913626706016?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/1573040913626706016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=1573040913626706016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1573040913626706016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/1573040913626706016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2009/12/downdowndowndown.html' title='DownDownDownDown'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-4507110795884769160</id><published>2009-12-03T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:38:24.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late in the night.</title><content type='html'>As I'm writing this post, I can't help but think of what had happened. Just dying to ask what happen. I tried not to think about it but anxiety and paranoia keeps haunting me. Really hoping things are alright over there. And I also hope you are sleeping well. Right. Like you said (and that book said) "Don't be controlled by your emotions". Ugh. It's tough to not think about it. Anyway, I had fun today. Hopefully you did, if not I'll be guilty. Meh. I don't know what to say. Am I saying things that makes sense? Hope so. Being a Piscean is troublesome :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-4507110795884769160?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/4507110795884769160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=4507110795884769160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4507110795884769160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/4507110795884769160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2009/12/late-in-night.html' title='Late in the night.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-5170543852568061493</id><published>2009-11-18T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:45:13.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hates my life.</title><content type='html'>Hate every minute, every second of it. It's crappy to go through all these ordeals. People are having fun right now and guess what I'm doing. Stoning in front of the computer. Thanks alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-5170543852568061493?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/5170543852568061493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=5170543852568061493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5170543852568061493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/5170543852568061493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2009/11/hates-my-life_18.html' title='Hates my life.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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-8982245600664452233.post-8066222320717888748</id><published>2009-11-16T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:02:52.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hates my life.</title><content type='html'>Sigh. They're at the Media camp now. While I, rotting at home playing Maplestory private servers. Screw that person who reported. Screw whoever who made my life become this way. It's so unfair. It's my last year in the school and they won't even let me go for the camp. What's more, I can't even sleep properly, knowing that justice was not met at all. Those idiots don't know the truth. They will just see me as a offender. Fuck them all. I hope they have a shitty future ahead of them. Let them die young. Whatever that gives them hell. All I can do is to stand outside the school fences to watch them play games. It sucks, really. Ugh. I guess ranting here isn't going to help. I'll need a plan for my holidays. And I seriously hope it would make things better. The world would be a better place if there were no faggots around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982245600664452233-8066222320717888748?l=mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/feeds/8066222320717888748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982245600664452233&amp;postID=8066222320717888748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8066222320717888748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982245600664452233/posts/default/8066222320717888748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinstupidpixels.blogspot.com/2009/11/hates-my-life.html' title='Hates my life.'/><author><name>whatthefish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814425569474102138</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>
