<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:25:06.128+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a struggling vet student</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-5016865990909470487</id><published>2007-08-13T00:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T01:07:12.544+10:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>HOHOHO!! Merry Christmas one and all! Sorry, just had the urge to do that, too bad it's still August... For those who have been coming to my "flat-lining" blog, the reason why I haven been updating it is because *drum rolls* laziness! And of course there's heaps of shit to do! Deadlines to catch up, lecture notes to study, sleep to catch, you know, the usual stuff... I'm writing an entry now because i'm procrastinating, haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what have I been up to? I did pretty ok for the mid year exams, just really glad to pass. I thought that this sem would be more relaxing, considering I have one module less, but I always get screwed in the ass! It's so hectic, and the syllabus is increasingly tougher, how to relax?! Everyday, it's gym, study and sleep, leading a repetitive life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished anatomy project at Bena's place, spent 2 days doin it, and guess what, it's only worth 6 marks. 6 FREAKIN MARKS! WTF!? The school expects us to waste our time on projects like this, and the weightage is only a mere 6 marks!!! WTF!!!! Well, I'm glad we're done with this project, now to tackle the other assignments, sigh... vet is not for the slack....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the hols, did work attachment at SPCA, learnt quite alot of stuff over there, and got to play with the furry pals! Spent almost everyday with Princess Edda, had my dose of being treated like a prince, hohoho! Fun times eh, sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8e6S78D9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/APuLZ-y0O0w/s1600-h/25-06-07_0830-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8e6S78D9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/APuLZ-y0O0w/s320/25-06-07_0830-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097827290071175122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meet Inuka! She's my favourite Husky in SPCA! Next day, she got adopted. DAMMIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8e6i78D-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/rL6TkAvLy8o/s1600-h/03072007002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8e6i78D-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/rL6TkAvLy8o/s320/03072007002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097827294366142434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meet kitty! Looks just like karupin when she was a bean! So adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8gWS78EFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vtP6YMpVZ2E/s1600-h/19072007065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8gWS78EFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vtP6YMpVZ2E/s320/19072007065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097828870619140178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She looking retro-ly gorgeous and me looking like a donkey, as always, haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8gVy78EEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SDKKH61f7Ys/s1600-h/DSCN1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8gVy78EEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SDKKH61f7Ys/s320/DSCN1170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097828862029205570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taken at the airport before she left for HK, sad times... sad times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I came back, went for a weekend trip to Mount Hotham to snowboard, awesome trip I tell you! I fell so many times, my ass got numb, but managed to learn quite alot of stuff from the instructors. It was -4 over there, and I was screaming like crazy at the top of the lift on the way up the mountain, face was frost-bitten! I wanna go there again!!!!!! I wanna snowboard!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8e7C78D_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/covVEKvVjVI/s1600-h/29072007076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8e7C78D_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/covVEKvVjVI/s320/29072007076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097827302956077042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White fluffy snow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8e7i78EAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mF3yFDUux3k/s1600-h/DSC05576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8e7i78EAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mF3yFDUux3k/s320/DSC05576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097827311546011650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The hardcore snowboarders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8e8S78EBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/sIkRSo-ZJ98/s1600-h/DSC05585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8e8S78EBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/sIkRSo-ZJ98/s320/DSC05585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097827324430913554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alex and I completely burnt! (i'm the one with the pink goggles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8gVC78ECI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GePc2r_-Eug/s1600-h/Hotham+Ski+Trip+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8gVC78ECI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GePc2r_-Eug/s320/Hotham+Ski+Trip+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097828849144303650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking good eh? abuaaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8gVi78EDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZHCV_qIxpAI/s1600-h/Hotham+Ski+Trip+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8gVi78EDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZHCV_qIxpAI/s320/Hotham+Ski+Trip+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097828857734238258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninja Boarders! Transform!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8gWy78EGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/WBeSuINcdMw/s1600-h/Hotham+Ski+Trip+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8gWy78EGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/WBeSuINcdMw/s320/Hotham+Ski+Trip+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097828879209074786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink is the new black!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok, time for my to get back to work, school tomorrow, argh..... till next time, autobot! Roll out!!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-5016865990909470487?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5016865990909470487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=5016865990909470487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/5016865990909470487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/5016865990909470487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/08/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rr8e6S78D9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/APuLZ-y0O0w/s72-c/25-06-07_0830-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-739638355157441376</id><published>2007-06-13T01:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T01:05:38.109+10:00</updated><title type='text'>cool stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Read this off a website while studying, check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. If your throat tickles, scratch your ear!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When the nerves in the ear are stimulated, it creates a reflex in the throat that can cause a muscle spasm,” says Scott Schaffer, M.D., president of an ear, nose, and throat specialty center in Gibbsboro, New Jersey. “This spasm relieves the tickle.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Experience supersonic hearing!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're stuck chatting up a mumbler at a cocktail party, lean in with your right ear. It's better than your left at following the rapid rhythms of speech, according to researchers at the UCLA David Geffen School of Medicine. If, on the other hand, you're trying to identify that song playing softly in the elevator, turn your left ear toward the sound. The left ear is better at picking up music tones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Overcome your most primal urge!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to pee? No bathroom nearby? You are male? Then fantasize...&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about sex preoccupies your brain, so you won't feel as much discomfort, says Larry Lipshultz, M.D., chief of male reproductive medicine at the Baylor College of Medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Feel no pain!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German researchers have discovered that coughing during an injection can lessen the pain of the needle stick. According to Taras Usichenko, author of a study on the phenomenon, the trick causes a sudden, temporary rise in pressure in the chest and spinal canal, inhibiting the painconducting structures of the spinal cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Clear your stuffed nose!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easiest, quickest, and cheapest way to relieve sinus pressure is to alternately thrust your tongue against the roof of your mouth, then press between your eyebrows with one finger. This causes the vomer bone, which runs through the nasal passages to the mouth, to rock back and forth, says Lisa DeStefano, D.O., an assistant professor at the Michigan State University college of osteopathic medicine. The motion loosens congestion; after 20 seconds, you'll feel your sinuses start to drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Fight fire without water!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies have shown that patients who sleep on their left sides are less likely to suffer from acid reflux. The esophagus and stomach connect at an angle.&lt;br /&gt;When you sleep on your right, the stomach is higher than the esophagus, allowing food and stomach acid to slide up your throat. When you're on your left, the stomach is lower than the esophagus, so gravity's in your favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Cure your toothache without opening your mouth!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just rub ice on the back of your hand, on the V-shaped webbed area between your thumb and index finger. A Canadian study found that this technique reduces toothache pain by as much as 50 percent compared with using no ice. The nerve pathways at the base of that V stimulate an area of the brain that blocks pain signals from the face and hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Make burns disappear!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you accidentally singe your finger on the stove, clean the skin and apply light pressure with the finger pads of your unmarred hand. Ice will relieve your pain more quickly, Dr. DeStefano says, but since the natual method brings the burned skin back to a normal temperature, the skin is less likely to blister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Stop the world from spinning!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One too many drinks left you dizzy? Put your hand on something stable. The part of your ear responsible for balance, the&lt;br /&gt;cupula, floats in a fluid of the same density as blood.&lt;br /&gt;“As alcohol dilutes blood in the cupula, the cupula becomes less dense and rises,” says Dr. Schaffer. This confuses your brain. The tactile input from a stable object gives the brain a second opinion, and you feel more in balance. Because the nerves in the hand are so sensitive, this works better than the conventional footonthefloor wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Unstitch your side!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're like most people, when you run, you exhale as your right foot hits the ground.&lt;br /&gt;This puts downward pressure on your liver (which lives on your right side), which then tugs at the diaphragm and creates a side stitch, according to The Doctors Book of Home Remedies for Men. The fix: Exhale as your left foot strikes the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Stanch blood with a single finger!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinching your nose and leaning back is a great way to stop a nosebleed if you don't mind choking on your own O positive. A more civil approach: Put some cotton on your upper gums just behind that small dent below your nose and press against it, hard.&lt;br /&gt;“Most bleeds come from the front of the septum, the cartilage wall that divides the nose,” says Peter Desmarais, M.D., an ear, nose, and throat specialist at Entabeni Hospital, in Durban, South Africa. “Pressing here helps stop them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Make your heart stand still!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to quell firstdate jitters? Blow on your thumb. The vagus nerve, which governs heart rate, can be controlled through breathing, says Ben Abo, an emergency medical services specialist at the University of Pittsburgh. It'll get your heart rate back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Thaw your brain!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much ice-cream too fast will freeze the brains of lesser men. As for you, press your tongue flat against the roof of your mouth, covering as much as you can. “Since the nerves in the roof of your mouth get extremely cold, your body thinks your brain is freezing, too,” says Abo. “In compensating, it overheats, causing an icecream headache.” The more pressure you apply to the roof of your mouth, the faster your headache will subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Prevent nearsightedness!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor distance vision is rarely caused by genetics, says Anne Barber, O.D., an optometrist in Tacoma, Washington. “It's usually caused by nearpoint stress.” In other words, staring at your computer screen for too long. So flex your way to 20/20 vision. Every few hours during the day, close your eyes, tense your body, take a deep breath, and, after a few seconds, release your breath and muscles at the same time. Tightening and releasing muscles such as the biceps and glutes can trick involuntary muscles like&lt;br /&gt;the eyes into relaxing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Wake the dead!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your hand falls asleep while you're driving or sitting in an odd position, rock your head from side to side. It'll painlessly banish your pins and needles in less than a minute, says Dr. DeStefano. A tingly hand or arm is often the result of compression in the bundle of nerves in your neck; loosening your neck muscles releases the pressure. Compressed nerves lower in the body govern the feet, so don't let your sleeping dogs lie. Stand up and walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Impress your friends!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you're at a party, try this trick: Have a person hold one arm straight out to the side, palm down, and instruct him to maintain this position. Then place two fingers on his wrist and push down. He'll resist. Now have him put one foot on a surface that's a half inch higher (a few magazines) and repeat. This time his arm will cave like the French. By misaligning his hips, you've offset his spine, says Rachel Cosgrove, C.S.C.S., coowner of Results Fitness, in Santa Clarita, California. Your brain senses that the spine is vulnerable, so it shuts down the body's ability to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Breathe underwater!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're dying to retrieve that quarter from the bottom of the pool, take several short breaths first essentially, hyperventilate. When you're underwater, it's not a lack of oxygen that makes you desperate for a breath; it's the buildup of carbon dioxide, which makes your blood acidic, which signals your brain that somethin' ain't right. “When you hyperventilate, the influx of oxygen lowers blood acidity,” says Jonathan Armbruster, Ph.D., an associate professor of biology at Auburn University. “This tricks your brain into thinking it has more oxygen.” It'll buy you up to 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Read minds!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your own! “If you're giving a speech the next day, review it before falling asleep,” says Candi Heimgartner, an instructor of biological sciences at the University of Idaho. Since most memory consolidation happens during sleep, anything you read right before bed is more likely to be encoded as longterm memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-739638355157441376?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/739638355157441376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=739638355157441376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/739638355157441376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/739638355157441376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/06/cool-stuff.html' title='cool stuff!'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-2660738870012257561</id><published>2007-06-12T20:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:02:52.082+10:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Just woke up from my much deserved nap, had anatomy theory paper in the afternoon, have to admit that it wasn't as bad as i thought, although I was panicking a whole lot. Shitted 3 times in the morning, green in color, which wasn't good. Ate some risotto that sis made, had to push the food all the way down my throat 'cause I felt like puking, the stress and anxiety screwing up my system. In a nut shell, i was a nervous wreck. The fact that I hardly slept the night before didn't help with the calming. Everytime I tried to close my eyes, jargons like 'Longittimus Dorsi', 'Extensor Carpi Radialis', and 'angiogenesis' kept running through my mind, I felt like I was gonna drown in a sea of anatomical words! Seriously, I've never felt so nervous for an exam before. I've had 3 papers before this, and none of them I've felt this way. I felt so unprepared, and so insecure. It's such a relief that the anatomy theory paper is over, but there's still the pract paper tomorrow. I'm in such a relaxed mood now, I feel like the exams are already over! Planning of wat to do on friday!! And then it's saturday!!!!! Gonna go back to see my friends, family and princess Edda!!!!!!! Yay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a few good chats with I-lynn and Benny these past few weeks, really had me thinking about alot of things regarding relationships. And I understand what the both of them are going through, being in a relationship myself. Well, one sentence pretty sums up about relationships: They are never easy. It involves 2 people, giving their time and devotion to make things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I observe and from what my sis told me, there must always be one person who plays the role of giving in to the other person, and be the one to settle the problems. And it's also the reason why relationships crumble, because the one who's always giving in can't take it anymore. However, no one is at fault. We need to constantly voice out our dissatisfactions to our partners, so that they will know where to draw the line, and its also the only way that they will know what we'll accept and wat we'll not. communication is so important in a relationship. Many relationships fail because one or another of the parties just keep everything to himself/herself to try to avoid arguments . As a result his/her partner would just assume that since you never voice out, you're fine with it. And this snowballs until one fine day, you just break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that another reason relationships don't work is because partners weren't being themselves in front of their partners, or are dishonest and trying to hide their flaws, sometimes even forcing themselves to like something just to make their partners happy. Why can't everyone just be themselves from the beginning?? Then there wouldn't be problems like this. Very often, partners start showing their 'true colours' months into the relationship, and they usually stop hiding anything about themselves within a year. It's so common hearing people say "But you weren't like that last time!" or " You've changed!". It's such a cliche phrase that I get sick of hearing it. Like princess Edda told me, you should love the person for who he/she is, 'cause a leopard will never change its spots. Yes, you can change him/her for a month, maybe 2, but after that things will go back to the way they were. So wat's the point? Forcing someone to change or to like something just because you like will just make them feel restricted, like they no longer have freedom of choice. It's perfectly alright for couples to have completely different interests, as long as it does not affect their relationship. People have this misconception that couples MUST do the same things, MUST like the same things, and even more outrageous, MUST wear the same things! I've seen couples wearing the same outfit out, and Edda and I would just burst out laughing! Seriously, it's so damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's also the issue of spending time with each other. A few months into a relationship, many start complaining that their partners aren't spending enough time with them. They need to think that their partners have to spend time with their friends and family too, but that doesn't mean they love their partners any lesser. If you were to keep wanting your partner to spend ALL their time with you, they'd eventually feel restricted. Remember, lovers spend QUALITY time, not QUANTITY. It's the things that the couple does that matters, not the amount of time. There has to be a balance between love life, social life and family life. You can't put too much emphasis on any one of them, all of them should be of equal proportions. Alot of people tend to put friends above their loved ones, which causes many problems for the relationship. A typical scenario is the choice of spending time with buddies drinking at a pub over the choice of accompanying ur loved one to shop. Sometimes, you have to give up your friends for your loved one, and sometimes u need to let him/her know that you'd like to have spend some time with your friends. It's not an unreasonable request right? Everyone needs their personal space once in a while. Once again, I emphasizing the importance of communication between partners to get their points across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is a real lengthy entry, haa! Just wanted to tell everyone how I felt, now that most of my friends are attached all of a sudden, and I'm in a really awesome relationship myself with the most awesome princess ever! I'm not some relationship guru, and i admit that my relationship isn't a bed of roses all the time too, but we always try to work things out.. Gonna go for dinner now, then try to hype myself up to study for tomorrow's paper, argh! 4 more days!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-2660738870012257561?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2660738870012257561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=2660738870012257561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/2660738870012257561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/2660738870012257561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-5059793322497330261</id><published>2007-05-21T23:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:48:59.213+10:00</updated><title type='text'>foetus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Here are some pics of what i saw at my 2nd last practical session. Really cool stuff, but not for the faint hearted. For some, you might feel hungry after looking 'cause the pics might remind you of char siew..mmmm.....char siew.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RlGiVEdXY6I/AAAAAAAAAII/sajQPEe0DFc/s1600-h/09-05-07_1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RlGiVEdXY6I/AAAAAAAAAII/sajQPEe0DFc/s320/09-05-07_1239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067009538626380706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;This is a placenta. If you look to the right, you can see the foetus of a lamb. It's so cool, i kept poking it.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RlGiVUdXY7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1OunjAYd3kY/s1600-h/09-05-07_1240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RlGiVUdXY7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1OunjAYd3kY/s320/09-05-07_1240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067009542921348018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;This is the airway (trachea) of a horse. I held it, it's as big as a fire hose! The heart is at the top of the tray, and it's like the size of my face! Poked it too, it was pretty mushy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RlGiV0dXY8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ASk4SXCpi8M/s1600-h/09-05-07_1241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RlGiV0dXY8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ASk4SXCpi8M/s320/09-05-07_1241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067009551511282626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;This is a calf foetus. The heart was cut open to demonstrate the differences between pre and post pregancy. This wasn't really cool, 'cause it's kinda gross, didn't poke it, not good for karma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-5059793322497330261?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5059793322497330261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=5059793322497330261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/5059793322497330261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/5059793322497330261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/05/foetus.html' title='foetus'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RlGiVEdXY6I/AAAAAAAAAII/sajQPEe0DFc/s72-c/09-05-07_1239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-6297327977260643216</id><published>2007-05-19T01:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:17:06.932+10:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Princess Edda, this is for you sweetie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;February eighteen, two thousand and seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The day I was torn from your warm embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Two pairs of wet eyes met each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;As we said our goodbyes for one last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You stayed strong, being non-chalant about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But when I said my last goodbye over the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I could hear your sobs from the background..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;It's been almost 3 months since I last smelled your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm starting to forget how warm you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Or how smooth or skin is on mine, how your lips taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;One thing remains, always fresh in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Which is the pain of leaving you behind, and the love I have for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I will never forget how you love me, and how much I reciprocated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I started at the bottom of the castle, looking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And saw my fair princess by the window, staring out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I've slain the dragon, and killed the witches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And in 27 days time, I'll open the last door at the top of the castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And embrace my princess once again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;In 27 days time, we'll see each other again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Two pairs of wet eyes meeting each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This time not from sorrow, but from joy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rk3GZ0dXY5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/llYJQIwsBmw/s1600-h/DSCN0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rk3GZ0dXY5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/llYJQIwsBmw/s320/DSCN0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065923302742516626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-6297327977260643216?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6297327977260643216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=6297327977260643216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/6297327977260643216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/6297327977260643216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rk3GZ0dXY5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/llYJQIwsBmw/s72-c/DSCN0152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-5500554421852952735</id><published>2007-04-19T23:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T00:24:31.619+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Guide Dogs</title><content type='html'>Went to the place where Victoria breeds guide dogs a few days ago, it's called GDV (Guide Dogs Victoria). Early in the morning, no one had the mood to listen to lectures, so this is wat happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RidxtppN6GI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/B3aT2DmuSW4/s1600-h/17-04-07_1045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RidxtppN6GI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/B3aT2DmuSW4/s320/17-04-07_1045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055134135833454690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;From far end: Chris hanging by a piece of thread, Joann is gone, and Shianny has already found a comfortable position to snooze. Jan (hand holding pen) is the last one standing, busily jotting notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RidxtppN6HI/AAAAAAAAAHY/tgfmo8p3cPg/s1600-h/17-04-07_1047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RidxtppN6HI/AAAAAAAAAHY/tgfmo8p3cPg/s320/17-04-07_1047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055134135833454706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Far end: Kenneth was surprisingly awake, Sandhya gave up without a fight, Priya is struggling to stay awake..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lunch, went to the guide dogs place. Nothing interesting, but the dogs were so damn cute! The puppies look like jelly beans! But with fur! I wanted to put one in my pocket and run away! They're all Labradors, 'cause their characters are most suited for guiding the blind. I want one! But i'll still prefer husky anytime man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Ridx3ZpN6KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ni3mKnzm_n0/s1600-h/17-04-07_1412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Ridx3ZpN6KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ni3mKnzm_n0/s320/17-04-07_1412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055134303337179298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Labrador pups looking at me with sad eyes.. melts even the coldest of hearts.. awwwww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Ridxt5pN6JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-4M_LpSWv30/s1600-h/17-04-07_1410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Ridxt5pN6JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-4M_LpSWv30/s320/17-04-07_1410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055134140128422034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"What's tat???" you might ask.. well , here's a close up view:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Ridxt5pN6II/AAAAAAAAAHg/bCLu7pmvfWg/s1600-h/17-04-07_1409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Ridxt5pN6II/AAAAAAAAAHg/bCLu7pmvfWg/s320/17-04-07_1409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055134140128422018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Super small labrador jelly beans!!!! get yours today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my presentation's over, finally! Screw that piece of shit man. What a complete waste of time i must admit, wsting all the students' time researching on stuff that are so trivial to us right now. We have more important things to worry about, like Biochem test next week, and Physio test the following week, argh! And an essay to hand in next week as well. Work work work... i feel like a orc in Warcraft.. work work work...Oh well... Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RidxtZpN6FI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XeuNMSnw98Q/s1600-h/11-04-07_0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RidxtZpN6FI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XeuNMSnw98Q/s320/11-04-07_0319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055134131538487378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ust a random pic of karupin being stupid again. This time, she became a tissue box. Need napkins? just pull off her back. How convenient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Song of The Post - Read My Mind by The Killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-5500554421852952735?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5500554421852952735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=5500554421852952735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/5500554421852952735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/5500554421852952735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/04/guide-dogs.html' title='Guide Dogs'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RidxtppN6GI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/B3aT2DmuSW4/s72-c/17-04-07_1045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-4121883610594866314</id><published>2007-04-04T20:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T21:07:54.285+10:00</updated><title type='text'>werribee part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I've been away from home for almost 12 hours, left the house at 7 this morning, came back at 7 in the evening. Had animal handling classes at Werribee today, this time was with dogs, sheep and pigs. Thought that it wouldn't be that tired, i was so damn wrong. Dog prac was still ok, just learnt how to handle a dog, how to restrain it and how to feed medicine. The dog we used was so cute, it's a beagle, but it looks more like a cross between a labrador and a beagle. And it's so fat and soft! Awww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RhOEgNoLjhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-lvg8k6kM4w/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RhOEgNoLjhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-lvg8k6kM4w/s320/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049525296161328658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isn't he cute????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Went to the sheep pen after tat, learnt how to wrestle sheep, yes, WRESTLE. It was so fun to wrestle them, i kinda got hooked. Got hold of any sheep i could get my hands on, and kept flipping them over, haa. Did u know that once sheep are on their butts, they go limp and lifeless, and you can do watever u wan with them, and they won't struggle. Cool eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RhOEgdoLjiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Eibu_ILFLVs/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RhOEgdoLjiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Eibu_ILFLVs/s320/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049525300456295970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The sheep wrestler!!!!! I'll crush ur bones!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RhOEgtoLjjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/y-vssYPYryI/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RhOEgtoLjjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/y-vssYPYryI/s320/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049525304751263282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at it's sheepish face, awwww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;After lunch was pig handling. My gawd! The place stinks like crazy! Had a live demonstration on artificial insemination, which was kinda disturbing, but when they showed us how pigs "do" it, i was like... ummm..ok.... awkward.... its's like watching pig porn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RhOEg9oLjkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TBeuecMmtio/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RhOEg9oLjkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TBeuecMmtio/s320/Image048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049525309046230594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at it's sheer size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RhOEhNoLjlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iY0_cwcwi7A/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RhOEhNoLjlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iY0_cwcwi7A/s320/Image029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049525313341197906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I could even sit on it like a horsie!! Go piggy go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Had fun with the pigs though, got down and dirty with them, didn't know they were so freakin huge! The piglets were damn cute! OMG!! So so cute!!! I sat down in the pen and seriously chilled at one corner of the pen, and they all swarmed at me, and started nibbling at everything! I was literally drowning in piglet fats! At the end of the day, i smelled like pig, damn gross... sat the train smelling like a butcher, but didn't care, 'cause too damn tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RhOGINoLjnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Eg4nk773zlA/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RhOGINoLjnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Eg4nk773zlA/s320/Image050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049527082867723890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They're literally eating me alive!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RhOGIdoLjoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/29W0I6L2t6E/s1600-h/Image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RhOGIdoLjoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/29W0I6L2t6E/s320/Image053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049527087162691202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chilling in the piglet pen... so so cute....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RhOG2doLjqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/b59AZu-JNP0/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RhOG2doLjqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/b59AZu-JNP0/s320/Image061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049527877436673698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at that! isn't she a darling????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm so damn tired right now, and i think i got slightly sun burnt... gonna try to study, but doubt i can get much done. Tomorrow's another long day, argh! Got frog dissection again, gonna try to take pics this time without gettin frog juice on my phone. Oh well, ciao everyone, till next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RhOGItoLjpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DR0XRFBM3Ow/s1600-h/02-04-07_1749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RhOGItoLjpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DR0XRFBM3Ow/s320/02-04-07_1749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049527091457658514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just a random pic of karupin slacking on my stitch hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-4121883610594866314?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4121883610594866314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=4121883610594866314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/4121883610594866314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/4121883610594866314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/04/werribee-part-2.html' title='werribee part 2'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RhOEgNoLjhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-lvg8k6kM4w/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-8967211501077175447</id><published>2007-04-02T00:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T00:52:50.732+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ginger bread man</title><content type='html'>it's sunday, which means it's baking day! Decided to make gingerbread man today wif my sis, had so much fun doing it! Here are the pictures! It tastes as good as it looks! Dedicated one ginger bread man especially for my princess, heee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rg_GQyZzGjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PADDdo94boc/s1600-h/01-04-07_1523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rg_GQyZzGjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PADDdo94boc/s320/01-04-07_1523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048471699015801394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ginger bread men before decoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rg_GRCZzGkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/elOerC7lW8w/s1600-h/01-04-07_1540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rg_GRCZzGkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/elOerC7lW8w/s320/01-04-07_1540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048471703310768706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had fun with the decorations! Tried lots of designs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rg_GRSZzGlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8J8TFxjTiSA/s1600-h/01-04-07_1543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rg_GRSZzGlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8J8TFxjTiSA/s320/01-04-07_1543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048471707605736018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is dedicated to my princess Edda!!!! Hope she likes it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rg_GRiZzGmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jP5IEAP6TaI/s1600-h/01-04-07_1550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rg_GRiZzGmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jP5IEAP6TaI/s320/01-04-07_1550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048471711900703330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did 3 plates of ginger bread men! So awesome!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just came back from Amanda's surprise birthday party, had so much fun over there, haa! The stupid things we all did! Sheesh! Now, it's back to studying, sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-8967211501077175447?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8967211501077175447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=8967211501077175447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/8967211501077175447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/8967211501077175447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/04/ginger-bread-man.html' title='ginger bread man'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rg_GQyZzGjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PADDdo94boc/s72-c/01-04-07_1523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-7798980218616242074</id><published>2007-03-28T01:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T01:39:49.167+10:00</updated><title type='text'>dog dissection again</title><content type='html'>Had dog dissection again, damn boring.. nothing much to say... only one pic... enjoy guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rgk6VoY6QjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Yo4jZxLRkhM/s1600-h/27-03-07_1642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rgk6VoY6QjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Yo4jZxLRkhM/s320/27-03-07_1642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046629000738914866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Guys, meet Fluffy the 2nd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-7798980218616242074?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7798980218616242074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=7798980218616242074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/7798980218616242074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/7798980218616242074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/03/dog-dissection-again.html' title='dog dissection again'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rgk6VoY6QjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Yo4jZxLRkhM/s72-c/27-03-07_1642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-1343077656313023896</id><published>2007-03-25T22:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:10:38.514+10:00</updated><title type='text'>baker's blog</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning... more like afternoon, after rabbit suddenly sprang to life and said "GOOD MORNING! HAHAHAHAA!" With eye-shit crusted eyes, i stared at rabbit, thinking what the hell was goin on. Then, realised that it was Cheese sending his greetings to me, hahaaa! Oh yar, u guys might not know what i'm talking about. Everyone, meet Nabaztag, my rabbit! Cheese bought it for me for my super belated birthday present, and shipped it all the way over here for me! I'm so damn touched lar! Thanks Cheese!!! You rock! Apparently, he also has a rabbit, so we can both communicate through our rabbits, hahaha! So fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgZtB8_owdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rPUAt-SxrNg/s1600-h/25-03-07_2234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgZtB8_owdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rPUAt-SxrNg/s320/25-03-07_2234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045840312835555794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meet Rabbit! He's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since I was already awake, decided to bake. Went to the kitchen and went straight to work, like a baker possessed. Got out my butter, eggs and other baking stuff and started baking. haven even eaten breakfast, but was determined to finish baking before doin anything else. One hour later, and ta daa! I'm so proud of myself, even though it's pretty simple to make, haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgZtCs_owgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/y507CkLYNIE/s1600-h/25-03-07_1439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgZtCs_owgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/y507CkLYNIE/s320/25-03-07_1439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045840325720457730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lava Cake!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgZtC8_owhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IV2fNFxSTXo/s1600-h/25-03-07_1618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgZtC8_owhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IV2fNFxSTXo/s320/25-03-07_1618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045840330015425042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cut open and the chocolate oozes out, just like lava!!! Mmmmmmmmm!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno wat i'm gonna bake next week, might be ginger bread man, or maybe cake. Just got the ingredients at Safeway just now, can't wait to bake again! Shucks, i'm such a gal, ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... wat happened in school this week?? Well, I dissected a frog, which was so totally awesome, and it made me real hungry, looking at the deskinned legs, reminded me of Geylang Claypot Frog legs man! And when i was cutting the frog leg, it started twitching! Damn cool! I'll take pics of it next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. wat else... Oh, some gal brought a baby possum to class, so damn cute lar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgZtCc_owfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dM_NJSJeHfw/s1600-h/22-03-07_1302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgZtCc_owfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dM_NJSJeHfw/s320/22-03-07_1302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045840321425490418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at its face!!!! Haiyoh!!!!!! Simply adorable!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, and i dissected horse limb again, so boring... I'm starting to grow numb from all the dead animal dissections.. dun really learn much, just kept butchering everything and tearing everything apart. Right now, death count of animals under my blade.........4, hahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgZtCM_oweI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BUQRHQY86LQ/s1600-h/23-03-07_1101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgZtCM_oweI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BUQRHQY86LQ/s320/23-03-07_1101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045840317130523106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Horse limbs anyone? Rare or medium sir? Mushroom sauce, or peppercorn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time people! Jimz out!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-1343077656313023896?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1343077656313023896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=1343077656313023896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/1343077656313023896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/1343077656313023896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/03/bakers-blog.html' title='baker&apos;s blog'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgZtB8_owdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rPUAt-SxrNg/s72-c/25-03-07_2234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-4516425877946055300</id><published>2007-03-21T21:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:59:40.463+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Werribee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Went to Werribee for classes today, damn damn tired... came home smelling like cattle shit and horse fur. Quite an experience though, makes me feel more like a vet student, rather than sitting in the classroom all day and listening to molecules and atoms kissing each others' asses and making new whatever stuff, what a bore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Woke up at 7, was so damn freakin tired, saw edda sleeping on her bed, so envious... wanna be on the bed with her, haa! Junni's couz fetched us there, and we were told that today's lesson involved cattle and horse handling. Argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Went to the cattle ranch, everywhere full of shit. Literally. They are shit and pee making machines, everytime i look over my shoulder to look at the herd, there'd definitely be one cow shitting or peeing. And when they do their business, it's not like normal animals, it's like they have an internal tap within their rectum, and when the tap opens, the shit just POURS out like a fountain, no form or bosy wat so ever! Not even pellet form. And the pee, omg... they pee JUGS of lemonade-coloured pee! One could even hear the 'fountain' from a distance, it vaguely sounds like a fountain, quite soothing if u listen long enough...zen....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Had a go at handling cattle, tied ropes on its head, prode it, opened its mouth to see wat's inside, and it 'shet' in front of us during demonstration, splashing its yellowish goodness on our shoes and clothes. mmmm.....yellowish goodness....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Had to draft a cow too, which means singling out a cow out of a herd, and leading it out of the pen without the others following. The cow which I had to draft just had a dunk, and it's tail was.. erm... well... shit-coated... and I had to use my bare hands to hold the tail in order to move it. By the end of it all, my hand was 'ferrero rocher'-coated too! mmmmmm.. Couldn't get rid of the smell, even during lunch, my sandwich smelled like shit because I was holding on to the sandwich with my bare hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Had horse handling after break, quite fun, and quite an eye opener. Had the opportunity to put head gears on a horse, and groom it, and hug it, haa. The horses stepped on my feet quite a few times, but thanks to daddy's steel cap boots, my toes are still intact! Had to do some write up on the horses which was a pain in the ass! By the time we were done, I was feeling cranky and so damn worn out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Got home, turned on my webcam 'cause my princess's waiting to see and talk to me, and took a much needed nap. Gonna cut up frog tomorrow, should i bring a frying pan? Maybe bring claypot, rice and oyster sauce. After prac go one corner and eat claypot frog legs, mmmm... frog leg.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgEO9c_owZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YhhvTOPmU-4/s1600-h/21-03-07_1546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgEO9c_owZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YhhvTOPmU-4/s320/21-03-07_1546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044329506549580178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Meet "Shona", the Palimino horse.. she's such a doll..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgEO9s_owaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UXzhA3WppoU/s1600-h/21-03-07_1455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgEO9s_owaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UXzhA3WppoU/s320/21-03-07_1455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044329510844547490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tat's her pretty face, isn't she gorgeous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgEsE8_owcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/p8qGxp88XAw/s1600-h/21-03-07_1547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgEsE8_owcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/p8qGxp88XAw/s320/21-03-07_1547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044361521235804610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tat's another horse, can't remember her name, but she's cute too! Picture's pretty blur 'cause i had to take it real fast before she kicks me in the nuts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgEO98_owbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cTEjndvBCns/s1600-h/21-03-07_1702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgEO98_owbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cTEjndvBCns/s320/21-03-07_1702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044329515139514802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Steel cap boots, your solution to flattened toes. Buy one now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-4516425877946055300?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4516425877946055300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=4516425877946055300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/4516425877946055300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/4516425877946055300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/03/werribee.html' title='Werribee'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RgEO9c_owZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YhhvTOPmU-4/s72-c/21-03-07_1546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-6841156462937205255</id><published>2007-03-18T22:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:28:36.923+11:00</updated><title type='text'>easter's coming</title><content type='html'>The easter hols are coming real soon... and yet i'm not glad about it. Been studying every single day, trying to catch up with school work, thought that the easter hols would be an incentive for me. Someone, please hear my plea... send my family here, send my friends here, send my princess here especially...or send me back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rf0f3xsUcnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/m2055yC71qs/s1600-h/the_color_of_loney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rf0f3xsUcnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/m2055yC71qs/s320/the_color_of_loney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043222200817316466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-6841156462937205255?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6841156462937205255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=6841156462937205255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/6841156462937205255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/6841156462937205255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/03/easters-coming.html' title='easter&apos;s coming'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rf0f3xsUcnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/m2055yC71qs/s72-c/the_color_of_loney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-7936932218855610907</id><published>2007-03-17T03:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T03:25:27.070+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What's school like..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;When students get pushed past their limits by demanding lecturers, this is wat happens....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfrDbBsUciI/AAAAAAAAADM/xOcosfKAtLk/s1600-h/15-03-07_1058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfrDbBsUciI/AAAAAAAAADM/xOcosfKAtLk/s320/15-03-07_1058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042557601872900642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(From left) That's sean, den some anonymous guy, den kenneth. All sleeping in one row during lecture..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfrDbRsUcjI/AAAAAAAAADU/JNlJvYh-s-o/s1600-h/15-03-07_1114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfrDbRsUcjI/AAAAAAAAADU/JNlJvYh-s-o/s320/15-03-07_1114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042557606167867954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This was after the lecture....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfrDbhsUckI/AAAAAAAAADc/is_tFRUc4Xs/s1600-h/16-03-07_1554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfrDbhsUckI/AAAAAAAAADc/is_tFRUc4Xs/s320/16-03-07_1554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042557610462835266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Junni decided to label my entire arm...(MC=metacarpal; P1,P2,P3 = phalanges; SES = sesamoid bone) I drew the bones by myself, so damn bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfrDbxsUclI/AAAAAAAAADk/qqI_tD4fkho/s1600-h/16-03-07_1553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfrDbxsUclI/AAAAAAAAADk/qqI_tD4fkho/s320/16-03-07_1553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042557614757802578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Up close, would make a nice tattoo though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfrDcBsUcmI/AAAAAAAAADs/zgvRJK6TBTc/s1600-h/16-03-07_1603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfrDcBsUcmI/AAAAAAAAADs/zgvRJK6TBTc/s320/16-03-07_1603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042557619052769890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Decided to have my revenge on Junni for labelling me, so I drew bones on her too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sigh, being a vet student is so tough, sometimes we do crazy things without knowing it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-7936932218855610907?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7936932218855610907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=7936932218855610907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/7936932218855610907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/7936932218855610907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-school-like.html' title='What&apos;s school like..'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfrDbBsUciI/AAAAAAAAADM/xOcosfKAtLk/s72-c/15-03-07_1058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-8281316155060635944</id><published>2007-03-13T20:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:12:24.698+11:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok, so now i'm officially a vet student, doesn't mean i'm a vet yet, far far from my goal..sigh... I'm into the 3rd week of school, so how does it feel to be a vet student? Well, on one hand it feels quite prestigious, considering how tough it is to get in (easier for international students 'cause we pay more), on the other hand, it's so damn freakin tough! It's very hard to adjust to such a heavy timetable after having such a 'sparse' 4-day week timetable last year, and now i have to go to school everyday, from 9 to 5! It's said that our timetable is heavier than that of medicine people, and comparable to physiotherapy. Man.... gotta persevere.. been studying since the first day of school, can't afford to play... gotta do well so that I can go back with pride and dignity to see my princess....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The amount of stuff that we have to study is seriously crazy! Within one week, i've learnt more terms and jargons than what I learnt the entire of last year! Really pushes you to the limit! Trying really hard not to lag behind!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfZ3IBsUcdI/AAAAAAAAACk/NoISWy1kX0c/s1600-h/13-03-07_1057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfZ3IBsUcdI/AAAAAAAAACk/NoISWy1kX0c/s320/13-03-07_1057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041347812664832466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The whiteboard on a normal day... info overload...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Handled with the bones of animals, and had 'wet' pracs, touching and cutting up animals to see how they work. Quite an eye opener, and i wasn't squirmy at all! Handled the situation in a very professional manner, haa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfZ3IxsUchI/AAAAAAAAADE/5-NCYm1S04I/s1600-h/bones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfZ3IxsUchI/AAAAAAAAADE/5-NCYm1S04I/s320/bones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041347825549734418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assembling the scapula and the humerus of a dog (forelimb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfZ3IhsUceI/AAAAAAAAACs/6Dl9Hz-4reE/s1600-h/13-03-07_1405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfZ3IhsUceI/AAAAAAAAACs/6Dl9Hz-4reE/s320/13-03-07_1405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041347821254767074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meet Fluffy, the dissection dog. My table named him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfZ3IhsUcfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/X7v0hCuS0Do/s1600-h/13-03-07_1508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfZ3IhsUcfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/X7v0hCuS0Do/s320/13-03-07_1508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041347821254767090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De-skinning process, quite interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfZ3IxsUcgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1nq8crLLA90/s1600-h/bloody+horse+bones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfZ3IxsUcgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1nq8crLLA90/s320/bloody+horse+bones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041347825549734402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The forelimb, hindlimb of a horse. My friends were trying to remove the patellar ligaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All in all, these past 3 weeks had been a stressful, yet interesting time for me. 9 more weeks to the exams! Can't wait for the exams to come!!!! Den i can go back and see my princess again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Song of the Post - Creep by Korn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-8281316155060635944?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8281316155060635944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=8281316155060635944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/8281316155060635944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/8281316155060635944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/03/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfZ3IBsUcdI/AAAAAAAAACk/NoISWy1kX0c/s72-c/13-03-07_1057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-8994695521123007743</id><published>2007-03-12T03:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T03:43:49.125+11:00</updated><title type='text'>baking time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Great accomplishment today! Went to I-lynn's place to bake! Met her before that to buy the ingredients, had a hard time figuring out wat 'shortening' is, had to call edda to ask her wat is wat, haa. Thanks for the help dearie! Walked to I-lynn's place, and when she opened the door, i felt like i entered a petting zoo! She has a dog, a cat, a cloud-looking rabbit and 2 guinea pigs with mohawk fur! So damn cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam was supposed to join us at the supermart, but he fell asleep, and woke up like an hour later. So he met us straight at I-lynn's place. We decided to start baking without him, but realised that some vital ingredients were missing, so had to ask Sam to get them on the way here. In the end, we started baking at 6 in the evening, haa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We baked famous amos cookies and eclairs, mmmm... didn't really follow the recipe, sometimes either adding more of one ingredient or adding less of another. But it still turned out pretty fine. Well, the taste was another issue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The eclair looked really good, but the pastry tasted kinda weird. There were like bits of salt inside, think I did not stir the mixture enough, haa. The cookies turned out pretty good, we were trying to make various shapes, raking our brains to come up with cool shapes and designs for our cookies. Made loads of them, however one batch became darker than expected, 'cause we forgot that there was a batch in the oven, and we were happily chatting away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Packed the cookies, gonna send one container back for my princess to try, hee.. Hope she will like it... it's my first time baking in a long while, so be nice to me k, dearie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So proud of our achievement today! We made everything from scratch! The chocolate glaze, the custard, the pastry and the cookie dough! We all smelled like butter and cookie dough at the end of it all.. but had so much fun! Hope that there'll be another baking session in 2 weeks time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfQuvhsUcWI/AAAAAAAAABs/PHxOwXPq39U/s1600-h/11-03-07_1932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfQuvhsUcWI/AAAAAAAAABs/PHxOwXPq39U/s320/11-03-07_1932.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040705276967416162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sam (pumpkin boy) having fun in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfQuwRsUcaI/AAAAAAAAACM/5CJsIMKYwbs/s1600-h/11-03-07_2100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfQuwRsUcaI/AAAAAAAAACM/5CJsIMKYwbs/s320/11-03-07_2100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040705289852318114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Famous Amos Cookies! mmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfQuvxsUcXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6SkLwiLzJnI/s1600-h/11-03-07_2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfQuvxsUcXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6SkLwiLzJnI/s320/11-03-07_2004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040705281262383474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Our different ideas, haa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfQu-xsUcbI/AAAAAAAAACU/oDDlxc1eCNM/s1600-h/11-03-07_2232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfQu-xsUcbI/AAAAAAAAACU/oDDlxc1eCNM/s320/11-03-07_2232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040705538960421298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The 'after' product... eerrrr.. the accident batch.. haaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfQu_BsUccI/AAAAAAAAACc/i_g4r_mrYAI/s1600-h/11-03-07_2245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfQu_BsUccI/AAAAAAAAACc/i_g4r_mrYAI/s320/11-03-07_2245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040705543255388610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm particularly proud of this charred cookie, 'cause it looks so much like shit!!!! Sam brought it back to play pranks on his friends! haaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfQuwBsUcYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WkuJDWS2zhY/s1600-h/11-03-07_2034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfQuwBsUcYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WkuJDWS2zhY/s320/11-03-07_2034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040705285557350786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The eclairs look damn fine and appetizing.. but the taste... erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfQuwBsUcZI/AAAAAAAAACE/B0INVppVUzM/s1600-h/11-03-07_2035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfQuwBsUcZI/AAAAAAAAACE/B0INVppVUzM/s320/11-03-07_2035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040705285557350802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Looks even better close up... guess it's only meant for display...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Song of the Post - Broken hearts, Torn up letters and the story of a lonely girl by   Lost Prophets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-8994695521123007743?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8994695521123007743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=8994695521123007743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/8994695521123007743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/8994695521123007743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/03/baking-time.html' title='baking time!'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RfQuvhsUcWI/AAAAAAAAABs/PHxOwXPq39U/s72-c/11-03-07_1932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-6132786926183308540</id><published>2007-03-03T16:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T16:50:02.728+11:00</updated><title type='text'>blue and cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This is a song about how a person feels after his loved one passed away.. it's such a nice song and has such tragic lyrics, just wanna share with everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Blue and Cold by Versus The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#555555;"&gt;I've never felt alone this time of year&lt;br /&gt;In fact I've never felt alone&lt;br /&gt;There are moments I could lay down and die&lt;br /&gt;But in these dark times it never hurts to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a miracle it'd be if I could see&lt;br /&gt;Just one more breathe escape past your teeth&lt;br /&gt;If I’d of known it was going to be this hard&lt;br /&gt;I would of crawled in the dirt and gone to sleep with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cold blue lips haunt me while I sleep&lt;br /&gt;They find me and remind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow covers your white outline on the street&lt;br /&gt;It almost seems like you weren’t here&lt;br /&gt;I know it's sad but I walk passed it everyday&lt;br /&gt;It’s the only time I feel anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cold blue lips haunt me while I sleep&lt;br /&gt;They find me and remind me&lt;br /&gt;It's not blood, it's not tears that makes you real&lt;br /&gt;It’s the memory you left inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table set for two&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy is that crazy?&lt;br /&gt;That I still pour a glass for you&lt;br /&gt;The table set for two&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy is that crazy?&lt;br /&gt;That I still pour a glass for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cold blue lips they haunt me while I sleep&lt;br /&gt;They find me and remind me&lt;br /&gt;It's not blood, it's not tears that makes you real&lt;br /&gt;It’s the memory you left inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cold blue lips, they haunt me while I sleep&lt;br /&gt;They find me and remind me&lt;br /&gt;It's not blood, it's not tears that makes you real&lt;br /&gt;It’s the memory you left inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This song can also apply to someone whom u love alot, and he/she is a million miles from you... You sometimes feel that the person u love is no longer with you... and it hurts....no matter how much you wan to see the person... in the end u're still alone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RekMPLOu6dI/AAAAAAAAABg/kaVzYZ7vngs/s1600-h/Sadness+by+the+breakwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RekMPLOu6dI/AAAAAAAAABg/kaVzYZ7vngs/s320/Sadness+by+the+breakwater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037571113042766290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-6132786926183308540?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6132786926183308540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=6132786926183308540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/6132786926183308540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/6132786926183308540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/03/blue-and-cold.html' title='blue and cold'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/RekMPLOu6dI/AAAAAAAAABg/kaVzYZ7vngs/s72-c/Sadness+by+the+breakwater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-4325801083846068702</id><published>2007-02-25T15:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T00:53:20.286+11:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It's been a week since I've been apart from Edda, I'm starting to get used to the feeling, though it'll still be a while before I can actually stop hurting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Was talking to Benny on MSN yesterday, he was helping I-lynn pack her luggage 'cause she's leaving for Melbourne in a few hours. He was telling me how terrible it felt, to leave someone you care and love so much. Suddenly, I thought back to 17th Feb, and this pain that's been secretly piling inside me suddenly exploded. Lips quivered. Both I-lynn and Benny had done this 4 times already, I dunno how their hearts still can beat normally after going through such a traumatic experience, not once, not twice, but 4 times! Leaving someone u care so much is almost as painful as someone close to you dying, it hurts so much that you can't breathe, and no painkillers can cure the pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My parents went back to Singapore yesterday, which made everything sucked even more. My sis and I are left to fend for ourselves, to hunt for our own food, just like Mogli in Jungle Book. Without my parents' comforting presence and support, it feels a tad tougher to be whole at times. But there's still my sis, which is a huge plus for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I miss the times when I would go to Edda's hostel to chill with her on the bed, and look for some chinese song lyrics to sing, and we'd be struggling to read the chinese words and sing at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I miss the times when she'd come to my place, and we'd watch tv together, i'd let her watch watever she wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I miss the times when she'd fall asleep on the bed, and I'd watch over her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I miss holding her hands, and she'd hold them even tighter once in a while, and look me in the eyes, as if giving me the assurance that everything was going to be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I miss shopping wif her, roaming the streets aimlessly, with nothing in mind to get at all, just enjoying the company of each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I miss eating Haagen Dazs with her, having Strawberry cheesecake, Cookies and Cream and rum and raisin ice cream topped with aloe vera and strawberries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;For those who dunno wat I'm saying, just read this for fun. For those who are going through long distance relationships, or are attached or are about to, maybe u guys can relate to wat i'm talking about. You lie in bed, and only her face comes into your mind. Every message she sends you brings tears to your eyes, her voice becomes a lullaby, a soothing remedy for heartaches. You yearn to have her in your arms, never letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I miss everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Song of the Post - Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/ReE1iroHdWI/AAAAAAAAABU/0Po6UqFHOAY/s1600-h/Sadness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/ReE1iroHdWI/AAAAAAAAABU/0Po6UqFHOAY/s320/Sadness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035364728319735138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-4325801083846068702?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4325801083846068702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=4325801083846068702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/4325801083846068702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/4325801083846068702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/02/random-thoughts_25.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/ReE1iroHdWI/AAAAAAAAABU/0Po6UqFHOAY/s72-c/Sadness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-8027269134452484097</id><published>2007-02-24T12:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T12:35:58.490+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Words can't explain the pain and sorrow that i've caused you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saying sorry is the only thing i'm good at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel so helpless and useless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;As the selfish bastard inside me steers me like a puppet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna protect you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To shield you from all evils of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to keep you all to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But sometimes I get carried away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;leaving you nothing but tears and pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never meant to hurt you my princess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've always wanted wat's best for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll support you in everything you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll always be the one clapping the loudest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll always be the one shouting your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are times when hurtful things are being exchanged between both parties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things said at the heat of the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comparisons with other people, and thoughts spoken out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We hurt, we quarrel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But in the end, I still care for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;More than you'll ever understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope you care just as much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I hope you never ever think that I'll try to hurt you in any way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those three words, said too much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet not enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So princess, here's another for the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you dearie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forgive me please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It hurts to see you hurt because of me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rd-WYH4SbUI/AAAAAAAAABE/Zki_9rYcF1U/s1600-h/DSCN0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rd-WYH4SbUI/AAAAAAAAABE/Zki_9rYcF1U/s320/DSCN0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034908249599667522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-8027269134452484097?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8027269134452484097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=8027269134452484097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/8027269134452484097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/8027269134452484097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-sorry.html' title='i&apos;m sorry...'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rd-WYH4SbUI/AAAAAAAAABE/Zki_9rYcF1U/s72-c/DSCN0225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-1130197583378908155</id><published>2007-02-22T18:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T03:26:19.305+11:00</updated><title type='text'>23rd birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This is my 2nd year celebrating my birthday in Melbourne, and it just gets more and more pointless by the year. Woke up today and immediately felt like crap, despite turning 23 and all, one year closer to my dusty coffin hiding in my wardrobe, one year less to earn my first million, haa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I felt really miserable and down in the slums, didn't wanna do anything, didn't wanna say anything. Read a couple of birthday messages from my phone, mum came into the room and asked me to go eat mee sua 'cause it's my birthday today. Had no mood to eat at all, but forced the food down anyway, didn't wanna upset my mum and waste her hard work. After that, the family went out, leaving me home alone. I had the intention of following them, but i was just so upset, dunno with wat... I think it's partly due to my heartaches.. still kinda hurt, but its getting better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Edda woke up soon after and we were chatting on skype, miss her voice so much... poor dearie.. slept so late the night before 'cause she went mambo wif jinsheng, had a lil alcohol, and was all tired out when i was chatting with her. She still had to go to the lab to bake bread for her FYP, so i accompanied her with my voice, haa.. But most of the time, I was moaning to her about how sucky i felt, and had a very sullen tone. Sorry princess for being like this.... must be hard on her for tolerating my crap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Watch Jackass 2 on my comp after chatting with her, was laughing my ass off!!! OMG! The stunts they pulled! Classic!!!! Brightened me up a lil'. Slept for like 5 min, and my parents came home, asking me to cut cake. In my mind, I was like "Argh... so old alr... I dun wanna cut cake..." But dragged myself up anyway, opened my bedroom door and my sis was carrying my birthday cake. It was soooo cool! One Piece Anime Cake!!!! Wif my face on it!!!!!! It was soo nerdy! And yet so cool!!! Thanks sis for the cake! Really appreciate you walking under the hot sun to collect the cake for me, love ya sis!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rd12sn4SbRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TOUNkXtWp58/s1600-h/jcakebig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rd12sn4SbRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TOUNkXtWp58/s320/jcakebig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034310467461475602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the pic on the cake, haaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rd12s34SbSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/k8e_XCsvhVw/s1600-h/birthday+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rd12s34SbSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/k8e_XCsvhVw/s320/birthday+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034310471756442914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The actual cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;went docklands for dinner, some steakhouse... Still very moody, was trying not to bring down everyone's mood, but very hard... just didn't have mood for anything.. Swallowed my beef in silence, listened to my family converse with each other, once in a while talking, den drifting off again.. came home soon after. Sorry mum, dad and sis for being like this, very hard to be happy when you have so many things in your mind and dunno how to let them out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;In my room now... listening to itunes, typing away on my redundant blog... can't wait for school to start, get my mind off everything.. Think the reason for my angst is that im thinking about too many things... mostly school and my gal back home.. I have a feeling im gonna stay this dark and twisted for the next four years.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;P.S. Edda princess, thank you for last night! U've given me the greatest gift any guy could receive! Heeeeeeeeee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Song of the Post - Dracula From Houston by Butthole Surfers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-1130197583378908155?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1130197583378908155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=1130197583378908155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/1130197583378908155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/1130197583378908155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/02/23rd-birthday.html' title='23rd birthday'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rd12sn4SbRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TOUNkXtWp58/s72-c/jcakebig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-240244918717863687</id><published>2007-02-18T21:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:35:55.185+11:00</updated><title type='text'>it hurts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Starshine&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;My heart's calling out to yours&lt;br /&gt;It's screaming out your name&lt;br /&gt;It yearns for your presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew it would turn out this way&lt;br /&gt;Never knew it would hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;I tried to swallow the tears as I said my goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;When you told me not to go,&lt;br /&gt;my lips quivered and my vision blurred&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hold the tears anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough,&lt;br /&gt;Strong enough to assure you that everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Instead you had to put on a brave front for me&lt;br /&gt;I feel so helpless, and utterly useless&lt;br /&gt;I really need you right now&lt;br /&gt;To hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people separated by thousands of miles&lt;br /&gt;And yet will always be connected by love&lt;br /&gt;We will pull through, my princess&lt;br /&gt;I know we will....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rdgr1H4SbQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rz7B8L_Efxw/s1600-h/DSCN0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rdgr1H4SbQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rz7B8L_Efxw/s320/DSCN0222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032820775234727170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-240244918717863687?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/240244918717863687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=240244918717863687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/240244918717863687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/240244918717863687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-hurts.html' title='it hurts..'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ha6Z6Hz_NDY/Rdgr1H4SbQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rz7B8L_Efxw/s72-c/DSCN0222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-117126987124608073</id><published>2007-02-12T19:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T20:15:47.139+11:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fresh cut wounds on your scab-covered heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The stitches and bandages are starting to come off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The feeling of love is like a double-edge sword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It feels you with hope and blissful joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And yet it cuts you with a million knives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paranoia and insecurities flood your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As you close your eyes to rest your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your mind goes into a frantic rave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where could she be and what could she be doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Screaming Infidelities" playing over the airwaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your heart stops beating for a second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It feels like o'reaper's hand clasping on your already damaged heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can't breathe, it hurts so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The pain of groundless jealousy stabs you so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You jerk awake, sweat trickling down your forehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your ego stops you from calling her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wanting your insecurities hidden from sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tossing and turning on the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The reaper's hand tightens round your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It hurts so much.... so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally, you call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She hangs up&lt;br /&gt;Innocent lies exchanged between both parties&lt;br /&gt;What seemed like normal words of care and concern&lt;br /&gt;tarnished by Lady Paranoia and Lord Jealousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The reaper swings his scythe&lt;br /&gt;Crimson blood trickling down his blade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You lie on your bed&lt;br /&gt;Forever motionless&lt;br /&gt;Forever breathless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/1600/922913/Grim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/320/962262/Grim.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-117126987124608073?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/117126987124608073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=117126987124608073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/117126987124608073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/117126987124608073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/02/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-116928771235574221</id><published>2007-01-20T20:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T21:08:32.373+11:00</updated><title type='text'>japan 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;In tokyo right now, using free internet in the hotel room, talking to cheese about toys, haa. My legs are pulsating from the walking, been roaming the streets of Shinjuku, Ueno, Tsukuji, Ginza, Hakone, Otaru and Sapporo for 7 over days now, but didn't really buy much stuff... kinda disappointed with my performance. Seems like 2007 isn't a good year for fashion and toys. Went sight-seeing with my folks, saw many interesting things, but nothing beats shopping! I'm a cosmopolitan kid, put me in a 'zen-like' forest, and i'll fall asleep, but when i'm surrounded by shopping centres, see me come to life, bursting with endless energy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Went snowboarding in the mountains of Sapporo, really shames Mount Buller. The snow is so thick and fluffy, and the weather.. awesome.... had frost bite though, and my sunglasses froze, was like -10 degrees up there, couldn't see where I was goin, kept ramming into the side of the slope, and was so darn scared that I might fly off the cliff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/1600/744662/-2.4%20degrees%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/320/721116/-2.4%20degrees%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's f#@$king cold at Sapporo!!! Sis and I almost froze on the lamp post!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/1600/653270/an-pan%20snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/320/149465/an-pan%20snowman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Snow An-Pan man! Cool eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/1600/66120/sis%20%26%20i%20in%20snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/320/226982/sis%20%26%20i%20in%20snow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Damn it's cold!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/1600/698034/frog%20on%20my%20head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/320/896320/frog%20on%20my%20head.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Errr.... there's something growing out of the belly of the frog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Disneyland Tokyo was awesome! Went there more for shopping than to experience the rides. Told you I was a cosmo-kid, haa. Went into every single shop, looking for snow globes and gifts for Miss Sunshine,  haa, u know who u r. Stupid cheese!!!! Scouted the entire Disney, no snow globes!!! Basket! Took pictures with some of the mascots, tat's about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/1600/656275/disney%20castle%20III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/320/357972/disney%20castle%20III.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disney Castle.. where the magic happens...... tra la la ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/1600/239468/angry%20pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/320/704732/angry%20pig.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;3 little pigs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/1600/513363/us%20and%20card%20III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/320/261666/us%20and%20card%20III.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;7 of Hearts, I win...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/1600/390768/toy%20story%20aliens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/320/726763/toy%20story%20aliens.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;All Hail The Great CLAW... Woooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Japan is such an awesome place, coming here every year doesn't bore us at all. My folks have agreed to come here every year, how cool is that! The food here is awesome, sashimi, sushi, beef sukiyaki, nabeyaki, ochazuke, and all  the cool looking desserts... mmmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/1600/336733/sashimi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/320/20359/sashimi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Who can resist that???? The fish in the the top of the pic was still moving when it was served to us... kinda morbid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Gonna leave for Singapore tomorrow, damn sad... I'm so gonna miss the thick snow, the scrumptous food, the awesome cold weather, and definitely the shopping.... What a great trip this was!!!! Thanks pa, ma and sis!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/1600/514661/family%20outside%20ski%20centre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/320/309619/family%20outside%20ski%20centre.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The FAMOUS CHAN FAMILY, Woooooooooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Song of the Post - When Your heart Stops Beating by +44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-116928771235574221?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/116928771235574221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=116928771235574221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/116928771235574221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/116928771235574221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2007/01/japan-2007.html' title='japan 2007'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-116635164358452811</id><published>2006-12-17T21:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:35:51.813+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The fastest man in the world, fast asleep at the wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Nobody wants to be alone, so how did I get, here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; When I look at you, I see him staring through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Awake and a smile, cuz he's been inside of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Is he all the things you, tried to change me into?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Is he everything to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I can still find the smell&lt;br /&gt;On my clothes and skin&lt;br /&gt;I can still see your face, when youre sleeping next to him&lt;br /&gt;Is he all the things you, tried to change me into?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me does he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I've had enough of fears, you let them out&lt;br /&gt;Now I wrap myself around you&lt;br /&gt;Like a blanket full of doubt&lt;br /&gt;The darkness grows!&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight stings!&lt;br /&gt;He's your everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Does he make you high, make you real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Does he make you cry? Does he know the way you feel?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all around you, your universe is full&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my world, there is only you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/1600/54436/The_Pedophile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/728/2241/320/692538/The_Pedophile.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/22078800-116635164358452811?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/116635164358452811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=116635164358452811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/116635164358452811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/116635164358452811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/12/fastest-man-in-world-fast-asleep-at.html' title=''/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-116430784329578806</id><published>2006-11-24T05:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T05:51:30.766+11:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You've made her laugh, you've seen her smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You've seen her cry, eyes full of tears and sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You hate everything about her, and yet you're still drawn to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;like a fly drawn to a lamp, but can never touch it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Her every complaint, and every comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;is like music to your ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A single chuckle can make you forget every worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Her stare stops your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You can't breathe, you can't move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Forever trapped in her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Each time she holds an unfamiliar hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you die a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For years,you've pictured yourself holding hers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;in different places and different times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And everytime it ends with you holding nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but an empty thought and an empty heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, she lies in your embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothing else exists in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just you and her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Everything you've ever wanted is now in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Her hands fit yours like a glove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fingers intertwined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Her hair smells like fresh pine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She says that you smell citrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She carresses your arm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;for once in your life, you feel love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's like what the romance movies have depicted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You are whole and alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But you know her heart's still held by another pair of hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hands that aren't yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You die a little inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You've waited so long, far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Everything was picture perfect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a romance epic in the making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But there are never happy endings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and you are forever banished from cloud nine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What's left of your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;is a black empty hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You will wait for her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but for only so long.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-116430784329578806?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/116430784329578806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=116430784329578806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/116430784329578806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/116430784329578806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/11/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-116375240191690530</id><published>2006-11-17T19:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T19:33:21.926+11:00</updated><title type='text'>afi</title><content type='html'>Ah liu, this is for you. AFI LIVE IN CONCERT!!!!! WOooooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJbZt42s2hY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJbZt42s2hY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-116375240191690530?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/116375240191690530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=116375240191690530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/116375240191690530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/116375240191690530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/11/afi.html' title='afi'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-116222258056699920</id><published>2006-10-31T02:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T02:37:29.663+11:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not meant to be a soldier when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every male in Singapore has to go through a really traumatic experience when he reaches 18, it's not his 2nd testicle finally dropping, nor is it that his raging hormones get out of control and burst out of his nose like a fountain. Every guy, say it with me now : THE ARMY. People say that army does things to you, weird shit and all. Fathers say, "Son, u r a man. So u must go army. Den can become independent and get bigger balls." Mothers say, "Don't argue with your dad.." After experiencing it myself, I can say that army really can make you see yourself, and see others at their rawest and most primitive form. One of the most obvious is: Are you meant for the army?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're not meant for the army if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1) On the first day of army, every guy brings his necessities, all bundled up in a small pack. You bring 5 bags: 1 contains ribena packs to last over the first 2 weeks of confirment; 2nd pack consists of technology (ipod, handphone, charger); 3rd pack consists of 15 pairs of underwear, 10 shirts, 20 pants; 4th pack contains all the medical supplies in case of illnesses such as diarrhoea, malaria and the common cold, and the last pack consists of a story book for you to last through the lonely hours at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When you're marching in a file for the first time, with all the bags on you, you're struggling to keep up with the rest of the group at the back of the file, and your sergeant comes over and helps you with one of the bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You shave your head for the first time, and go through a very big bitch fit, and refuse to look into the mirror. And for every subsequent shave, your bitch fit does not subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Most people march with their left arm and right foot out, and vice versa. However, you do the left foot, left arm, right foot, right arm marching formation, and wonder why people are staring at you like you got your zipper down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You try to sling your rifle with your rifle barrel facing down towards the ground, but everytime it ends up facing the sky. You actually have to use maths and algebra to figure out which angle to sling your rifle before it faces the right direction. The others get it the first time without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Every night after a hard day of training, all the guys would sit around playing cards or sit at a corner reading guy magazines like FHM and Maxim, but u sit on your bed, ipod plugged into your ears, listening to the soothing voice of Pete Murray, and reading The Wheel Of Time by Robert Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) After a bath, everyone walks around in shorts, but u walk around in a huge t-shirt and underwear, and everyone starts whistling at you, and coming over to touch your legs, just because you have smooth legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) When camping out in the forest, while everyone is queueing up to refill their water bottles to quench their thirst, you take your filled water bottles, hide behind a tree, whip out your Biotherm Facial Scrub and start washing your face instead of drinking your water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) During breaks, everyone would be sitting on the grass or dusty ground eating their lunch, but you'll be in the crouching position, refusing to let your butt touch the ground, hoping that your uniform will stay clean throughout the 5 days in the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) During training sessions, your sergeant calls you over, and he starts pouring his girlfriend problems to you, amd you two start having a guy to guy talk while the others are rolling in the mud and shouting "enemy ahead!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) For the 5 days out in the jungle, you refuse to shit, hoping that you'll last the entire 5 days holding the shit in. But on the 2nd day, you feel the "head" of your bown baby about to pop out, but you manage to squeeze it back in. By the end of the the fifth day, you rush back to camp, and not just your brown babIES are born, some of your intestines find their way in the toilet bowl as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) You'll be the first to wake up every morning, but the last to mark attendance, thanks to the speed at which you move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) You order pizza for dinner during guard duty, and your sergeants pitch in for some, and everyone has a good time instead of standing guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Based on the signs mentioned above, I can confidently say that I'm not cut out to be a soldier, and thank god i survived it. The above mentioned scenarios were based on real characters, and should not be attempted unless in the presence of a stunt professional, especially the one with holding your shit in for 5 whole days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Song of the Post - Welcome to the Black Parade by The Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-116222258056699920?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/116222258056699920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=116222258056699920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/116222258056699920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/116222258056699920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/10/youre-not-meant-to-be-soldier-when.html' title='You&apos;re not meant to be a soldier when...'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-116204576299792696</id><published>2006-10-29T00:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T00:36:00.910+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/chilling%20at%20the%20beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/chilling%20at%20the%20beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been so long since I last blogged, to be honest, i'm gonna pull the cord on this blog real soon, it's not really my style to blog in the first place.... Anyway, just finished studying for bio, exams coming up in a week, everyone seems really uptight and stressed about everything, except me. Guess it's because I started revising real early, knowing that there're tonnes of info to cram into my bulbous brain. The incentive to that is that i'm kinda relaxed, how i wish the exams were tomorrow, wanna get it over and done wif!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I been up to for the past 2 months? Well, went Gold Coast with my friends, too much to type out, so if u guys wan the low-down, I'd rather describe to u personally. After gold coast, it's just the same repetitive lifestyle everyday, school, home, school, home... Don't really wanna go out wif anyone, just wanna lie on my bed and think about random stuff, about life, death and everything in between, while blasting my itunes... Yesterday was the last day of school, people usually go out and get wasted or do other stuff other than studying, guess wat i did.... zzzzzzz till the evening. Refused to study, so I just stared at the computer, played minesweeper and lifted weights, haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I was a genius, den I wouldn't have to worry about my academic stuff, and just have fun al the way. But again, being a genius isn't always a good thing. You get ostracized, just because your IQ is a few numbers different from the masses, and people will eventually hate you out of jealousy. My sis told me that most geniuses have a slight psychological problem, such as autism etc. Symptoms include inability to communicate with people, incapable of adapting to new environment, and being anti-social. I have 2 out of the 3 of the above stated symptoms, and yet i'm not a genius, how fucked up is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... dunno wat to type, so many random thoughts in my mind... this might be my last post ever... until im able to clear my thoughts and have the mood to blog again... so long for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/Gold%20Coast%202006%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/Gold%20Coast%202006%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/the%20scooby%20gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/the%20scooby%20gang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/Gold%20Coast%202006%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/Gold%20Coast%202006%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/DSC03416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/DSC03416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/DSC03549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/DSC03549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;(Pics from Gold Coast)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-116204576299792696?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/116204576299792696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=116204576299792696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/116204576299792696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/116204576299792696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-been-so-long-since-i-last-blogged_29.html' title=''/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-116082748678058979</id><published>2006-10-14T21:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T22:04:46.806+10:00</updated><title type='text'>lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;I've been buried in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;I've come down with no place to land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;I don't need you to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;It's not what I had planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;All the hunger, all the yearning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;With the lifeline that you're burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;Poison lessons that you're learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;The road ahead is turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;Suicidal education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;It got sold to our generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;Wake up to the manipulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;Wake up to the situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;Suicidal education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;Stick together side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;We no longer need to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;From the darkness into the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;Now is your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;I need something to numb the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;Forget me and forget my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;Waiting for the time to arrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;No one gets out of here alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;Suicidal education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;It got sold to our generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;Wake up to the manipulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;Wake up to the situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;Suicidal education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/RIP%20dorothy%20and%20gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/400/RIP%20dorothy%20and%20gang.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-116082748678058979?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/116082748678058979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=116082748678058979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/116082748678058979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/116082748678058979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/10/lyrics.html' title='lyrics'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-115781733214124197</id><published>2006-09-10T01:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T13:01:42.983+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dashboard Concert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/dashboard%20sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/200/dashboard%20sign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Went for Dashboard Confessional concert last night!!!! So freakin awesome man!!!! But it was much more toned down than All American Rejects. Firstly, we weren't allowed to stand up, and secondly we take pictures.... sheesh.. but screw it man! I did it anyway! hahahaa! Didn't know alot of their songs, just the famous ones, like "Hands Down", "Screaming Infidelities" and the all famous " Vindicated". Chris went crazy when the band came out, and I went crazy when they performed Vindicated, ahahah! We were screaming and singing, and I was struggling not to cough at the same time. At the end of the concert, no voice. However, Jo wanted to go Hush bar to get high, so Junni and I accompanied her, and boy did she get high at the end of it all. I had to be her walking stick and keep her upright while walking her home...  Had to go to the doctor's today, throat was in the worst state ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further a do, here are the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/dashboard%20on%20stage%20III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/dashboard%20on%20stage%20III.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dashboard on stage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/dashboard%20on%20stage%20II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/dashboard%20on%20stage%20II.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/5%20gals%20and%20a%20guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/5%20gals%20and%20a%20guy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Group pic after a wonderful night....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/jo%2C%20junni%20and%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/jo%2C%20junni%20and%20i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Junni, Jo and I at Hush Bar, only Jo was freakin gone, although Junni seemed just as gone... haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yk9xdmQ7Bpw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yk9xdmQ7Bpw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-115781733214124197?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/115781733214124197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=115781733214124197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115781733214124197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115781733214124197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/09/dashboard-concert.html' title='Dashboard Concert!'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-115781209250244418</id><published>2006-09-09T22:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T01:38:13.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/turning%20into%20venom.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/200/turning%20into%20venom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;All the tests popping up one after another, week after week... getting me in a pissy mood.. have to constantly hit the books, but usually end up pondering about the facts of life.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Been thinking alot about the issue on friendship... alot of ideas and theories flying through my mind, dunno how to put them to words... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been observing and noticing some people who puts on a mask when they're in a group, and when they're alone with another person, they put on another mask. Some even act all abusive, and treat you like shit when they're in front of the gang, and when they're alone with you, they become all nice and listen to your every word. To all these people, I have 2 words for u --- "FUCK OFF!" I dun need you around me, abusing me in one moment and act like you dun give a rat's ass about me in front of other people, and in another moment, ask if I've had dinner and how my day was. I mean, why bother putting on a front?! I can see right through you! The more u try to hide ur true face, the more I hate you. That's not wat friends do to one another. I know I don't have the rights to talk about friendship, since I don't really believe in it, but at least have the decency to talk about whatever that's been stuck up ur ass, rather than being all pissy.  I'm not directing this at anyone, i'm just stating my point of view based on past experiences. I've met people who did such things to me before, asome even declared this childish "cold war" against me. Haa! They wanted a war, I gave them one! And a hell of a good one! I can do things I dun wanna do to friends, 'cause I know I have nothing to lose. For those who have been doin this to their friends, STOP IT! Just be upfront and  say "I WOKE UP WITH A POLE STUCK UP MY ASS THIS MORNING!! DUN TALK TO ME TODAY! THANKS!" I'm sure ur frens will understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Boy do I miss my friends who's been through thick and thin with me, they are my truest friends an ass like me can have. You guys know who I'm referring to! yeah u! The one staring into the computer monitor! Yap, u! Don't have to be shy, hahaha! We abuse each other, but in a friendly and joking way, and we confront each other head on with watever we're pissed about. There's no need to guess what's wrong whatsoever. This is the reason why I dun really bother making friends, my policy is to have quality rather than quantity. And in a way, u make friends so u can use them, as quoted from my fren. I kinda agree with her, I mean, u wanna know someone because the person is smart so you can copy his/her work, or has a car so he/she can fetch you around, etc. We are all hypocrites deep down, well I'm not afriad to admit that I am, and when I die, I know I'm gonna see my buddies, dancing and chilling by the fiery depths of "heaven", haaa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So, points to note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1) Be upfront with your frens, do not treat one differently fron the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2) We are hypocrites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;3) I'm an ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;4) U're an ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;5) Being friends with me demands alot from the opposite party, so for those who've survived my wrath, i salute you! haa!&lt;br /&gt;6) Those who pissed me off........ "middle-finger salute" to you for being able to tick me off in the first place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Song of the Post - Saints and Sailors by Dashboard Confessional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-115781209250244418?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/115781209250244418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=115781209250244418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115781209250244418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115781209250244418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/09/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-115761997912060438</id><published>2006-09-07T18:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T14:42:36.316+10:00</updated><title type='text'>trip to mount buller</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Been quite a while since my last post, 'cause of all the mid-sem tests popping up, and all the activities along the way, such as sleeping, etc. Went Mount Buller for a snowboarding trip last weekend, it was awesome, but could be better. Here's a narration of what I did from Friday to Sunday up at the mountains:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Day 1 (evening):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Trotted towards Christina's hostel with this huge bag to meet up with the rest of the people before going off, my shoulders almost popped out of my sockets. Her hostel is almost an exact replica of Hogward's! I was simply awed when I stepped in, it's like anytime I'd expect to see someone float up with a flying broom, and the paintings on the wall would move and talk to me suddenly, haa. After that, we headed up the bus, and started out 3 hr plus journey up the snowy peaks of mount buller. When we reached there, it wasn't as snowy as I thought, more like muddy and damp, kinda disappointing. Trees and grass were sprouting everywhere, it was a spring scenery rather than a winter scenery, we went too late lar! The first sight of the accomodation made my heart sank, sorry but i'm very particular about accomodation, haa.. it has to be of a certain standard, otherwise i'll be pissed. Guessed I've been spoilt by my dad, haa! but oh well, I paid so little, so I wasn't expecting much. Well, on the bright side, it's way way way better than army bunks!!! So I'm happy about that! haa! It was a shared hostel, so there were other people infesting the hostel apart from the Thai Society, ahaa! yeah, i'm thai, buahaaa! The rooms were damn small, and Jo-ann made me climb up to my bed! Imagine me! Climbing up just to sleep... what a pathetic sight.. maybe next time, I'll round up people who don't mind paying more for accomodation, and we'll stay at a better place, ahah! But on this trip, my main aim is to master snowboarding, so I dun really care about the accomodation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyway, it was almost 10 when we unpacked and settled down. So, the only thing left to do was to idle around. I played mahjong with Chris and her friends, but the tiles were the size of my fingernails lar! Just breathing can send the tiles flying in all directions... quite pathetic. Her friends were speaking in cantonese, and chris didn't understand, but I doubt they knew that I understood what they were saying, nothing bad about us though, haaa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/lodge%20view%20II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/lodge%20view%20II.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Does it look like winter to u????!!!! Freakin hell.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Day 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Woke up gawd damn early to go for snowboard-fitting and buy the tickets for ski-lifts as well as the lessons. The lessons were damn useful, but also very very tiring. I was sweating inside my jacket, and the thought of taking off my jacket to snowboard crossed my mind several times, haa. Halfway into the lessons, I was already panting, and my ankles were killing me, but I was going down the slopes "2 fast 2 furious", but the fall was also as fast and as furious. Many times when I stopped to check where the instructor was, he was all the way up on the slopes, so I had to take out my board and climb up the slope again. And when I reach there, he'd finish his briefing and ask everyone to practise again, sheesh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;By the end of the lessons, i was almost dying, and my ankles were long gone. My legs were starting to cramp up, but I was starting to get the hang of this new sport. We had lunch after that, and continued snowboarding for the rest of the day. My legs got worse and worse as the day went by, and it came to a point where the instant I fall, my legs would cramp up completely, and I wun be able to stand up for a while. It was damn bad! But I was able to change directions at will, and go down the slopes wif much ease, and wif great speeds! So exciting!!!!!! I'm a speed junkie! Tried doin some tricks , but didn't work, haaa! Just glad that I'm still in one piece....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;That night, even before my head touched the pillow, I was already asleep, haaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Day 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Worst day ever. It was raining, with lightning and thunder. The snow had been washed down by the rain, leaving the hard ice below. It was muddy everywhere, and the fog was utterly terrible! I couldn't see 5 metres in front of me! I stood in the rain wif shianny and jo for like 30 min, hoping the rain would stop, but to no avil. So I decided to use the magic carpet instead, which is this travellator which brings u up this small slope. After dragging the board to the queue area was about the go up, this attendant came up and stopped me, saying that due to bad weather, they had to stop the magic carpet till further notice.  HUCKING FELL!!!!! So suah!!!!! Nvm, so I waited. and after 15 min, it was operating again. So i went up the magic carpet. Went I got off, culdn't even fasten my other leg to the board without slipping! Even when i sat down the fasten, my butt could hardly grip the floor! it was all hard ice! When is tood up, I fell immediately, and this carried on for a while until I managed to grip on some snow, and down I went, den fell again. Got up, went down, fell. The cycle repeated a few times, till i finally reached the bottom of the magic carpet. The terrain was so bad, it's like Disney on Ice, without Disney. So, I decided to just return the equipment, and go back to the hostel. For the rest of the day, shianny, jo and I watched "House" till the rest came back. Chris said while we were in the hostel, it started snowing!!! HUCKING FELL!!!!! So god damn pissed, stupid weather! Towards the evening, everyone packed up, and headed down the mountains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/mount%20buller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/mount%20buller.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;The slopes on Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/snowboards%20II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/snowboards%20II.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;My cool snowboards!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/jon%20and%20i%20on%20the%20floor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/jon%20and%20i%20on%20the%20floor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The "2 FAST 2 FURIOUS" GUYS CRAMPING ON THE SNOW!!!! hAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/chris%20and%20i%20II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/chris%20and%20i%20II.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Chris and I having fun with the camera ahahaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/foggy%20buller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/foggy%20buller.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The slopes on day 3.... wait.... WAT SLOPE?!!?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/3%20boarders%20II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/3%20boarders%20II.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After a tiring day of snowboarding, the 3 snowboarders "forced" a smile... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Overall, I did enjoy the trip, and the hostel was pretty ok actually, because at the end of the day, u'll be too tired to care about how small the place is, and the only thing in ur mind would be heading for the soft comfy bed.... man... I WANNA SNOWBOARD SO BADLY!!!!!!!!! Need my fix of speed real soon!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-115761997912060438?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/115761997912060438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=115761997912060438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115761997912060438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115761997912060438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/09/trip-to-mount-buller.html' title='trip to mount buller'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-115604125670422816</id><published>2006-08-20T11:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T16:13:28.433+10:00</updated><title type='text'>All American Rejects Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;It's been almost 12 hours since the All American Rejects, right now my throat feels sore and parched, and basicallt that's it. I bet the rest of them must be feeling much worse, with sore legs and arms. It actually pays to jog and weight lift, haa.. *cough cough* sorry, down with the flu bug..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We started queueing outside CornerHotel, the place where the gig was held, at 6 plus, even though doors opened at 8.45. It was a long wait, tempers flared, fists were flying, vulgarities thrown all over the air.... neh, just kidding.. All of us waited "patiently" for the doors to open, and by the time it opened, our backs and feet were already aching..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/corner%20hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/corner%20hotel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Had this super huge stamp on my wrist, to "certify" dunno wat.. it's still on my skin now, just can't get it off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/stamped%20wrists.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/stamped%20wrists.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Avalon Drive was the first band to open for the Rejects. They're pretty new to the music scene, but they're pretty good. If you like The Used and Lost Prophets, I think u'll like them. So please check out their music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/avalon%20drive%20II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/avalon%20drive%20II.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;That's the lead singer of Avalon Drive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;next band was Hellogoodbye, which was another indie rock band which I doubt alot of people would know. The lead singer looks like the lead from Weezer, and their songs are similar to them too! Their songs were awesome! Even Jojobar and Shianny liked it! So gals, please check them out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/hellogoodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/hellogoodbye.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hellogoodbye lead singer to the right, and guitariest to the left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After those two bands, the main attraction was finally here, and it was already 11 plus at night. By that time, drunkards were all around, being irritating and smelly as usual. The curtains opened, and this is what i saw....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/DSC00556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/DSC00556.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Lead Singer Tyson Ritter....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/DSC00569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/DSC00569.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mike Kennerty as back up vocals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/DSC00576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/DSC00576.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tyson and Nick Wheeler (the cute guy that the gals like!) to the left..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/DSC00568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/DSC00568.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/DSC00563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/DSC00563.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The crowd went utterly crazy! I was being pushed and clamped between 10 people, it was pure chaos! There were people jumping up and down so close behind me, and I suddenly remembered "brokeback Mountain".. I screamed every single song, and jumped like a mad idiot! When they sand "Top Of The World", my heart almost stopped! If you guys think songs sound better when recorded in studios than live, you've never be so wrong! I had goosebumps when they sang, and I was so close to the stage that Tyson Ritter was staring at us at certain moments, ahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;When the concert was over, Tyson came out and started throwing guitar picks into the crowd!!! I was forcing and ramming my way through to get them, but as usual, luck was never my good friend.. I walked out of the crowd, all dejected... legs dragging, head drooped to the side.. hands holding neither guitar pick nor drum sticks..  and den, a sweet lil' angel appeared before me, and handed me one!!! Oh my freakin  god!!!!! Shianny!!! You rock!!! This guitar pick is now my lucky charm! ahaa! Can't believe you just handed it to me !! Oh, did I mention you rock?! Thanks sweetie!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/guitar%20pick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/guitar%20pick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the guitar pick, behind writes Nicholas Don Wheeler, the cute guy that Jojobar likes, ahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/everyone%20after%20concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/everyone%20after%20concert.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After the concert, everyone looks satisfied, yet weary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And now, I'll leave you with a clip of the concert, please forgive the lack of quality, alot of shakin and trembling due to the drunkards and fat chicks ramming into me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="210"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CHqEAfMhdpU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CHqEAfMhdpU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="210"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-115604125670422816?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/115604125670422816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=115604125670422816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115604125670422816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115604125670422816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-american-rejects-concert.html' title='All American Rejects Concert'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-115530922316499662</id><published>2006-08-12T01:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T01:13:43.206+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Out on a Friday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Just came back from a movie, watched Hoodwinked, quite a funny show, if you guys haven't watched it and have extra cash to spare, den go watch it! Watched the movie at the Halfpipe, this theatre full of bean bags the size of my bed, damn comfy!! And after downing B151 shot wif Shianny and other alcoholic shit, felt a lil' sleepy, or maybe it's just getting late, haa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/halfpipe%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/halfpipe%20pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the halfpipe theatre, with the enormous bean bags... comfy comfy... fluffy fluffy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Went to this cool chill out bar called Van Gogh to waste time before the show, so Shian and i decided to do stupid things, which is equivalent to trying to get ourselves high... Jojo wanted to as well, but ordered wrong drink, ahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;After the show, the poster vigilante in me came out, and once again, another poster has been added to my collection, ahahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/The%20Vines%20poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/The%20Vines%20poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A new poster!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/karupin%20in%20bin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/karupin%20in%20bin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just a random pic of karupin sitting in my dustbin.. wat an idiot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ok, gonna go off to bed, quite tired... seeya peeps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Song of the Post - Zoot Suit Riot by Cherry Poppin' Daddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-115530922316499662?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/115530922316499662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=115530922316499662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115530922316499662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115530922316499662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/08/out-on-friday-night.html' title='Out on a Friday night'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-115500734334815354</id><published>2006-08-08T13:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T15:18:30.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'>poster vigilante</title><content type='html'>Dashboard Confessional and All American Rejects are coming to town, and guess what?! I'm going for both concerts!!! To celebrate this joyful occasion, the poster vigilante strikes again with the addition of a new poster 'obtained' from the streets, into his ever increasing collection, ahahahaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/dashboard%20poster.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/dashboard%20poster.9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-115500734334815354?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/115500734334815354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=115500734334815354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115500734334815354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115500734334815354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/08/poster-vigilante.html' title='poster vigilante'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-115486898661988294</id><published>2006-08-06T22:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:56:26.700+10:00</updated><title type='text'>deep thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Haven been updating this shitty blog for a while... been busy catching up with my school work, and part of me is just too lazy to update... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Was talking to Benny last nite... he was telling me how much he missed Melbourne, and most importantly, his gal who's studying here too. It got me thinking about lots of stuff... stuff like relationships and affairs of the heart... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Even though I hardly have any experience in that area, but it seems like people approach me for advice about love, and somehow I'm able to give them 'sound' advice on how to deal with their situations. I guess it's all the TV shows and movies that I've been watching, giving me all these ideas about what 'love' really is. This is one of the reasons why I dun bother about having a realtionship, because my expectations in a relationship are like that of a movie or a TV show, where everything is 'glammed up' and over exaggerated, and the worst part of it all is that I love tragic endings. I'm kinda twisted.. i know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;To me, love is like something u feel only when u're lonely, it's like u need a temporary company until u find some other entertainment. I dunno why so many of my frens are attached, but on the contrary, I feel so happy for benny and I-lynn... seeing the 2 of them together just melts my heart, haaa! I just contradicted myself, I know.. I can't figure myself out too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;For someone who's so cynical about love, I actually watched 'Love Actually' 5 times, and I get just as fascinated everytime i watch it. I guess I'm a hopeless romantic, like my sis said... A hopeless romantic without a heart, haa... wat an irony..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Once, I asked my fren why she wanted to get attached? Aren't frens enough? her reply was that having a partner means that she can share her thoughts with him, and she wouldn't feel lonely. But then I asked her, dun close frens share their deep dark secrets with each other too? And when one is lonely, can't he or she seek the company of the other? So my question is: What's the difference between a close fren and a partner? My answer would be physical contact, and I mean holding hands and all that mushy crap... other than that... I dun see any other difference. besides, now that everyone is getting more open, what's wrong with frens holding hands or hugging? ( please do not think brokeback mountain...) It actually blurs the lines that distinguish between close frens and partners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;People call me the love guru, ahahaa! But I'm a failure myself in the affairs of the heart. I've gotten frens together, and I've helped solve my frens' relatonship problems. They have tried to pair me up with people, and made me think otherwise about relationships, but it ended up with them spewing blood from every hole on their bodies.. I prefer being a love advisor, it's so much fun, something like The Sims, but real life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In a nutshell, I'm a skeptic of love, but I'm a hopeless romantic. Full stop. hahaaa! How random..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Song of the Post - Never Fall In Love Again by Elvis Costello and Burt Bucarach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-115486898661988294?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/115486898661988294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=115486898661988294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115486898661988294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115486898661988294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/08/deep-thoughts.html' title='deep thoughts...'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-115383361948896815</id><published>2006-07-25T23:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:20:19.500+10:00</updated><title type='text'>back in melbourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;How time flies, the 2nd sem of uni has started already. After slacking on my bed for the past 1 month plus and hanging out with frens till early in the morning, being back in melbourne to study brings about 'mixed feelings'. Don't get me wrong, i don't miss Singapore at all, it's more of the lifestyle I had and the company I hung out with that I miss. The weather here is good to me, cold and dry. back in singapore, just walking out on the streets of Orchard Road makes my face all wet and sticky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;parents are here for a week, gonna refurnish my room again, since my wardrobes are gonna explode due to the sudden increase in clothes that I got from Hong Kong and Bangkok. Been sleeping alot, must be the weather, just wanna hibernate all day long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Life here is so laidback, everyone is so lazy and takes their own sweet time, just the way i like it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Song of the Post - Karma Police by Radiohead   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-115383361948896815?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/115383361948896815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=115383361948896815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115383361948896815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115383361948896815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-in-melbourne.html' title='back in melbourne'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-115334203578484065</id><published>2006-07-20T06:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T06:47:15.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'>back from mambo night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's 4.32 in the morning, just came back from Mambo Night at Zouk. Quite fun, first time going Mambo night, ahahah! Saw alot of people! My couz, Christina, Paulz the Ballz, Rui Sheng!! Apparently Junni was there too, according to Christina, haaa! Didn't see Amanda, dunno hide where to dance... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm still sober, considering the amount of alcohol I drank.. 1 cup of vodka coke, 1 jug of vodka ribena, 1 cup of tiger, 1 kamikaze shot and 1 apple shooter. Actually, not alot lar, but I dun even feel a tinge of 'high-ness'. It's now proven, I have my dad's tolerance for alcohol, buahahaa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Was pretty boring in the beginning, just stood at one side with Paul and hummed to the mambo tunes, den when I met up wif Paulz the Ballz, we went down to the dance floor, and started to "boogie down" to hits like Summer of 69, Mickey and my fav song of all time, Dying Inside to Hold you!!!!!!! I was singing at the top of my lungs to that song!!!! Simply love it! Love mambo nights!!!!! They even played ghostbusters theme, so damn hilarious! Oh, looking at the bengs and lians dancing in synch to the mambo songs, with their weird hand gestures, i almost died laughing!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ok, think I shall turn in, my ears are ringing, and my throat is screaming in pain, but it was so much fun! Singing and dancing to your favourite tunes with your frens and drinking like there's no tomorrow, man it's awesome! Have to do it again when I come back to Singapore in November!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Song of the Post - Wall of Sound by American Hi-Fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-115334203578484065?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/115334203578484065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=115334203578484065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115334203578484065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115334203578484065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-from-mambo-night.html' title='back from mambo night'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-115307648029619809</id><published>2006-07-17T04:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T05:01:23.973+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Johor Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 DUDES.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1 TOYOTA VIOS WITH BODY KIT BARELY HANGING TO THE CAR........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A JOURNEY ACROSS THE CAUSEWAY OF EPIC PROPORTIONS.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IT ALL BEGINS............................NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ok, enough wif the movie-like introduction. Went Johor for the first time in 8 years with Justin and Sean last Thursday, quite an eventful day I must say. Went karting, go lapped by the 2 of them, not once, but twice.. damn embarrassing... den went to watch Pirates of the Carribean, 8 ringgit only!!!!! Tat's like 4 Singapore dollars!!!!! Damn cheap!!! Oh, the movie was totally awesome!!!!!! So damn cool! Yo Ho! Yo Ho! A Pirate's Life for me!!!!! Savvy? ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Went to Durian fair for durian after that, damn cheap also!!!! So just eat and eat. After that, went to meet Chiawen and her friends for dinner, ordered like all the seafood we could find. Basically, the entire Davy Jones Crew was on the dinner table, and Sean, Justin and I engulfed everything as if it was Kraken swallowing an entire ship, aahaha! I think Chiawen's friends thought the three of us were like hungry beasts, didn't stop eating at all...... even when it started raining, Sean and I still sat in the open to finish our food before gracefully strolling into the shelter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;After that, we went to this chill out place to hang out, where Sean and I downed 4 bottles of Carlsberg.... had to pee every 15 minutes after that, too much fluid. Basically, tat's it for Johor. Haa, eat and eat and eat, just the way I like it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Oh, the next day, I watched Pirates of the Carribean again!!!! Such a cool show!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Song of the Post - Intergalactic by Beastie Boys&lt;/span&gt;&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/22078800-115307648029619809?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/115307648029619809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=115307648029619809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115307648029619809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115307648029619809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/07/johor-trip.html' title='Johor Trip'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-115246206238516895</id><published>2006-07-10T01:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T02:21:02.773+10:00</updated><title type='text'>back from bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Finally back from Bangkok, didn't really do much, just went shopping around MBK, go 4-face Buddha to pray, then eat and eat, facial and more shopping. Despite so much shopping, I didn't really buy alot of stuff, maybe because I've got wat I wanted in Hong Kong and Guangzhou already, so there's nothing much left for me to buy... bought alot of boxers though, and t-shirts, was thinking of getting shoes, but nothing to get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I realise that I've been watching World Cup all over the world! First, I watched in Hong Kong, and then Guangzhou, where the commentary was in cantonese, and I didn't understand wat the hell they were saying. Yesterday, watched in thai, once again, could only hear the commentators going "Germany blah blah blah cup cup cup! Goal!!! Cup Cup Cup Sing Song San Pai Cup Cup Cup!!" Didn't stay up for the 2nd half, too tired. The night before, I also stayed up, thought that the match was supposed to be the night before, so irritated when I got the date wrong, disturb my sleep.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Right now, I shall declare that I love facials! buahahaha! Went tioman, do facial,  go Bangkok, also must do facial without fail! So relaxing! I like the way they knead my face, like a dough, haa... When I came out to wait for my parents to finish their massage, some singaporeans came in which really pissed me off! They were asking about the price of the massage, and this guy kept saying "damn ex lar" in hokkien to his girlfriend, and told the receptionist, "How come so expensive?! Singapore Cheaper!" I was thinking, if Singapore cheaper, then go Singapore do lar, why tell them? As if they bother?! And he was taking this gigantic calculator and calculating how much per minute, and he asked if can do ten minutes only... WTF!!! I wanna just stand up and punch his balls man!! Such a high class massage parlour in a hotel, and he dares to ask such questions! He should just go to those shady Geylang massage parlours at Geylang, 5 min also can, do where also can! Stupid ugly singaporeans!! I hate these kind of people, so calculative! I mean, you've already spend money going overseas, just spend a little more for personal comfort man, we need to pamper ourselves sometimes, otherwise don't bother going overseas! Like my dad alwsy say, can save on anything, but don't save on food and shelter! Must eat the best, and stay the best!!! ahaha! I cannot agree more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Song of the Post - Miss Murder by AFI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-115246206238516895?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/115246206238516895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=115246206238516895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115246206238516895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115246206238516895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-from-bangkok.html' title='back from bangkok'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-115219250327820782</id><published>2006-07-06T23:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:28:23.290+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Just came back from tennis, wrist gonna break alr.. played for like 3 hrs... anymore and i'll need to amputate my wrist... can someone donate a wrist to me? It's for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Bangkok tomorrow, shopping again, ahahaha! Need to get boxers and shirts, DVDs and maybe shoes, haa... still haven packed yet... dun feel like packing.. so sleepy now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching Portugal vs France last night, was supposed to watch the entire match, but after first half, thought i'd shut my eyes for a while till the second half starts, but when I opened my eyes again, advertisements were still running. Thought that second half still haven started, den I looked at the clock, 6 am..... shit..... missed everything.... Frens messaged me "France loves you! 1-0" I know Portugal lose alr... I'm an official soccer jinx, watever team i support will lose... jaded man... so here are my predictions for this saturday's match....'drum roll'...... Germany gets 3rd place!!!! So for those who are betting, you should know wat team to avoid betting on. As for the sunday match.... Italy! Go Go Go!!! Go Buffon!!! The Impenetrable Great Wall of Italy!!!! Guys, wanna watch together? Let me know again, oherwise I'll just slack on my bed and watch, woooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No song for this post, because too sleepy alr....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-115219250327820782?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/115219250327820782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=115219250327820782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115219250327820782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115219250327820782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/07/bangkok-tomorrow.html' title='Bangkok tomorrow'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-115172695068446419</id><published>2006-07-01T13:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T14:09:11.896+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Honkie Tonk Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In the airport of Guangzhou now - 'the land of the spits' I must declare. The number of people who spat in front of me these 2 days is more than the number of times I spat in public in my lifetime. Although I was utterly disgusted, a part of me was amused and amazed by the amount of spit they can produce at one go, and the distance they could actually spit.. far enough to join Guinness Records. The most disturbing part of this country is that they can spit anywhere they want, even in shopping centres, I saw this kid who was running around the mall, and suddenly he went "kaaaaaaaaaaa puiiiiiiiiii!!", huge spit on the floor! I was like ooookkkk..... shan't sit on the floor anymore.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Despite the unruly people, utterly chaotic traffic, dirt and phlagm-coated roads and pavements, and photochemical smog-polluted air, the shopping was the only consolation. It's the only reason why I tolerate all that shit. The stuff here are dirt cheap! Sweeped all the anime stuff, and bought lots of clothes from the Nightmare Before Christmas store, my ultimate dreamland! Got lots of plushies to decorate my Melbourne room too, ahaa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hong Kong was just as good. It's summer sale right now, so there's sale everywhere! For every brand you can think so! Even my facourite Adidas! Hence, I got my Adicolor stuff... err... more like sweep all the cool adicolor stuff! Not only are they real, but they're like 100 over dollars cheaper than in Singapore, and the best part is that they're limited edition! How cool is that!? I've now got all the adicolor stuff that I need, dun have to bother about adicolor anymore. Bought so many clothes, and of course shoes again, ahahaa! My shoes count is 15 pairs right now, shit... too many already... buying shoes is like a drug fix to me... I need it constantly... not good....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Man, I ate so much in this trip, maybe because I walked and shopped alot. Everyday I'll shop non-stop for at least 5 hours, and carry bags and bags of stuff to and from the hotel (unloading bay). Yesterday I weighed myself, still same weight as last year, ahaaah! I love my metabolism, can eat and not worry about my weight, my stomach is like a black hole, dunno where the food goes to. I need food...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Think I'm goin Bangkok next week, ahahaha! Over the weekend I think, yes! Overseas again! I'm going overseas every weekend! Airport is like my second home now! I'm like a UN member, gotta go to poor countries to contribute to the economy, help them boost the country. They should give me a Nobel prize or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;maybe going Johor next week, Chiawen, wanna ask them leh.. I wan food.... no need to shop already, I have all the clothes and shoes I want already, haaa! 'Luckiest kid in the world' signing off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Song of the Post - Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-115172695068446419?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/115172695068446419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=115172695068446419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115172695068446419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115172695068446419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/07/honkie-tonk-man.html' title='Honkie Tonk Man'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-115116360983187321</id><published>2006-06-25T00:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T04:41:53.480+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tioman!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/paya%20beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/paya%20beach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from Tioman, so worn out.... Went with my friends for the first time, so fun!!! Cheese, Paulz and I shared a room, while the other 2 couples had their own couple rooms, like duh! Luckily Todd couldn't make it, otherwise I'll have to share the tiny bed with him! I can barely fit on the bed myself, and my legs were dangling out of the bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Stayed at Paya Beach Resort for 4 days 3 nights, quite long actually.. I started to miss home on the 3rd day, probably because of the lack of comfortable bed and technology, guess I'm pretty spoilt after all... But staying in the same room with Cheese and Sean (Paulz) was highly entertaining, Cheese would fart constantly, and when Paulz hid under the covers to prevent himself from seeing Cheese's unsightly face when he sleeps, Cheese would unconsciously release a huge one under the covers, loud enough to wake me up. Paulz would den rant on and on, and I'll just get back to sleep, hohoho! Im so lucky I did not have to share bed with them! Ok, let's see what we did from day to day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;On day 1, after sitting on the bus and a ferry for 5 hours, my ass was almost non-existent, thanks to the infinite number of potholes on the Malaysian roads! If you wanna buy an I-Gallop, i suggest you take a drive on the Malaysian roads, they're so jerky that they can even jerk your intestines out. Anyway, we finally reached Tioman Island, and was greeted by the sand and sea, but not much sun, quite cloudy. Cheese was squealing about the fishes in the sea, so embarrassing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;After checking in and unloading everything, we went straight for the sea! Woooooo!!! The seas are so cool and clear, but still not the clearest I've seen, but clear enough to see what's ahead of u. No shit bobbing on the surface, no plastic bags hanging around, no 7-up cans lying around, just nice cool waters full of fishes, corals and sea cucumbers the size of dildos! ahahaha! But while snorkelling, I realised that my body started to itch, and before long, I sarted to develop rash around my body... god damn it!!! Now I'm allergic to the sea!!!! Nooooooooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/tioman%20beach%20II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/tioman%20beach%20II.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/rainbow%20III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/rainbow%20III.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Look at the beach man.... awesome... and managed to take a pic of a rainbow.... awesome....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Day 2, more snorkelling!!!! Screw my rash man, I'm heading into the sea!!!! Snorkelled in various places, hired a speedboat to bring all of us out to sea, even went to marine park to snorkel! Fed bread to the fishes, threw some into each other's face, hoping that the fishes might accidentally bite our faces instead, ahaha! At the end of the day, rash everywhere, HUCKING FELL!!!!!!! I have cursed blood.... not as cool as it sounds... That night, had the worst indeigestion of my life, wanted to puke, stomach hurt like hell, and my stomach was so huge I could hardly see my toes when I look down... Te entire night, I couldn't sleep, woke up every hour to burp and fart, and the wrst part was that my fart was so foul and rancid, and it lingers!!! I almost puked when I flapped my blanket... My burp was gross too, had this acidic tinge to it, and there was leftover Ramly burger taste to it, argh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/the%20guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/the%20guys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/yach%2C%20gwen%20and%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/yach%2C%20gwen%20and%20me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/group%20pic%20by%20the%20sea%20III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/group%20pic%20by%20the%20sea%20III.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/the%20guys%20II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/the%20guys%20II.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Day 3, woke up in the morning aching all over, looked in the mirror, was all red, realised that I got a damn bad sun burn, my face was like a babboon's ass... Went jungle trekking on that day, quite strenuous, and I wore my slippers to hike, wat a dare-devil I am... In fact all of us were dare devils, 'cause none of us knew what we were expecting. Cheese whined and complained for the next 4 hours of the hike, from beginning to the end, even I-lynn couldn't take it, haa! Yach had to pacify him, poor Yach, haa! We climbed rocks and rolled down slopes, I felt like I was back in BMT, but it was quite fun, since everyone was doing it at a leisurely pace. Cheese brought lots of food along, dunno why... When we reached a waterfall, he was squatting at one corner and munching on his kit kat, like some sort of animal, while the rest of us were enjoying the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/at%20the%20lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/at%20the%20lake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/me%2C%20benny%20and%20i-lynn%20playing%20with%20sticks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/me%2C%20benny%20and%20i-lynn%20playing%20with%20sticks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/group%20pic%20in%20the%20jungle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/group%20pic%20in%20the%20jungle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back from the hike, the rest decided to go snorkelling again, but I didn't wanna break out in rash again, so I stayed back with Benny and I-lynn. The three of us went to the bug-infested swimming pool to swim, and used the underwater camera to take stupid pictures of each other, ahah! After that, I-lynn and I went to the spa, awesome..... My facial was so good... the cool mask on my sun-baked skin... I can imagine the steam forming from my face when the mask touched my skin... so good......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/me%20and%20half%20of%20paulz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/me%20and%20half%20of%20paulz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Paulz and cheese came back with very obvious life vest marks, damn funny! Whole night, Cheese was complaining about his barbecued shoulders, while Paulz and I simply ignored him. Common practice for us to block him out, since he whines like nobody's business, ahaha! Tat night, I ate alot, to compensate for the previous night when I had serious indigestion, food is cheap and good, so i 'engulfed' alot of stuff. After tat, went to Yach's room to watch Spain vs Saudi Arabia match, but the match was pretty boring, and cheese fell asleep for a while.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/cheese%20doin%20bali%20dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/cheese%20doin%20bali%20dance.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Cheese sleeps like this, I'm freakin serious...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Day 4, 3 of us woke up really late, by the time we went downstairs, everyone else had eaten. Today was the last day in Tioman, so Cheese bought 6 loafs to bread to feed all the fishes in the sea, totally absurd!!! The trip back was just as tiring, reached back around 8 in the evening, totally drained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/paulz%2C%20me%20and%20the%20couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/paulz%2C%20me%20and%20the%20couple.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/everyone%20except%20benny%20jumping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/everyone%20except%20benny%20jumping.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Can't believe that I'll be going overseas again on Monday, ahahhaha! Only have sunday to rest, damn.. Shopping in Hong Kong and Guangzhou, wooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Song of the Post - So Beautiful by Savage Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-115116360983187321?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/115116360983187321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=115116360983187321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115116360983187321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115116360983187321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/06/tioman.html' title='Tioman!!!'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-115063945768086941</id><published>2006-06-19T00:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:04:17.680+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Swan!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Gotta watch this you guys!!! So funny!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xhzbJG3aYK0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xhzbJG3aYK0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-115063945768086941?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/115063945768086941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=115063945768086941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115063945768086941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115063945768086941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/06/miss-swan.html' title='Miss Swan!!!!!'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-115047638397278736</id><published>2006-06-17T02:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:01:50.930+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Been Doing...</title><content type='html'>After staying in the comfort of my cold and 'breathable' room for 2 days, I finally stepped out of the house yesterday, not because I wanted to, but because I had to.... my hair was becoming like the super mario mushroom, and it seemed that if I were to wait any longer, my hair was gonna engulf my head. Went to my trustworthy hair stylist, cut my hair and dyed my hair. Yes, u heard me, DYED my hair. BLACK. JET BLACK. haaa! I look even more like a kid now, damn. But I'm sick of coloured hair, so I think I shall be normal for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went with my mum to Adidas shop at Pacific Plaza. In the end, came out of the shop with a huge bag, ahahahha! I bought Mr Happy Adicolor Shoes!!!! YES, SHOES AGAIN!!! OMG!!! I'm a hopeless shoe addict! On top of the shoes, I bought a Mr Happy Jacket!!!! Sooooo cute!!! Just had to get it! Look like Bruce Lee, black and yellow, but there's a Mr Happy monogram at the back, simply adorable! Had to get it! My mum was doin wat I did to my friends back in Melbourne, I was picking up stuff to see, and she was standing at the corner saying "wooo! Very Nice! Get it!" and " Not very ex lar, I get for u! U choose what u wan lor!" ahahaha! Now I know where I got my genes from.. I simply love adicolor! I wan all the shoes! Tried the Kermit the frog shoes, not that nice after all, too green.. But the TOY2R jacket was soooo nice! It had a skull at the back, but the price was ridiculous! 300 bucks!!!! Guys, if u're reading this, I'm giving a damn huge hint! Get the jacket for me, birthday or christmas present!!!! Please!!!!!! You guys check out the website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.adidas.com/campaigns/adicolor/content/version1_6/index.asp?strCountry_adidascom=com&amp;strBrand_adidascom=heritage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Adidas really outdone themselves this time, I'm so in love with Adidas! Their designs are so awesome... I wan all their shoes.... I hope Hong Kong has them...at a cheaper price at least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough with my obsession for Adidas. After a very therapeutic shopping session, met up with the brats. Chiawen looked like a stick figure, ahahaha! Can compete with Ben already. Went Swensen's with Carol, Ben, Chiawen, bruder Paul and Jon. Did some catching up, and den the period after Swensen's to 3 in the morning was a blank to me, I think I participated in a really traumatizing activity, so horrible that my brain chose to suppress it. I shan't say more. I don't even wanna try remembering, too scary... never ever gonna do it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had durians... mmmmm.. the smell of my burp brings tears to my eyes... tears of joy and disgust... simply rancid... ahahaa! But I love it!!!! maybe I should try eating durians in Melbourne, and burp in Rose's face, I think she will blank out....hahaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! For you gamers out there, you gotta play KINGDOM HEARTS!!!!! It's the best best best game ever!!!! The plot is so awesome!!! It's the only game that made me cry, so bloody sad.. maybe it's because there were Disney and Final Fantasy characters inside, and i have been playing for so long that I actually felt for the characters. You can go to this URL for the first intro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVTHQi-StDg"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVTHQi-StDg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVTHQi-StDg"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this for the second intro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GTJEKpN2A8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Anyway, gonna play tennis wif my dudes tomorrow, wooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Song of the Post - Only One by Yellowcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-115047638397278736?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/115047638397278736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=115047638397278736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115047638397278736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115047638397278736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-ive-been-doing.html' title='What I&apos;ve Been Doing...'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-115017439729401818</id><published>2006-06-13T14:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T14:53:17.306+10:00</updated><title type='text'>back in singapore</title><content type='html'>Back in singapore, the weather sucks, so gawd damn warm and humid.... was watching TV, miss my Foxtel, miss Big Brother, miss Comedy Central...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining right now, I've actually forgotten how thunder sounds like and what lightning looks like, 'cause Melbourne barely rains... I miss wearing thick clothes, and I miss my soft bed and bolster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to hug Chuppa, she's sp spft and cuddly, but so so light, maybe 'cause I've been carrying Karupin and Popcorns for so long.. But Chuppa is still the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss lightning speed internet connections... Max-online can't even compare to what I had in Melbourne! All in all, I kinda miss Melbourne alr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-115017439729401818?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/115017439729401818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=115017439729401818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115017439729401818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115017439729401818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-in-singapore.html' title='back in singapore'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-115008099021077959</id><published>2006-06-12T12:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T12:56:30.276+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong home.... reluctance.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Exams are finally over!!! Chem paper last friday was good, didn't have much problems, it's a good way to end my exams period!! I finished like 45 min before time, which was unprecedented, and spent 15 min checking my answers. After that, I just sat back and sang songs to myself, haaa.. Didn't know Fiona was sitting behind me, and when the paper ended, she shouted my name and was complaining about how tough the paper was and how I could sit back and sing songs while she struggled like mad! ahahahaa! If I knew earlier that she was behind me, I'd have done more things to irritate her!! (Hey Fiona, if u ever read this blog, I'm just joking, ahahaa!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It's 12.33 in the afternoon right now, an hour more before my cab arrives. My luggage is next to me, clothes all jumbled up and I still have quite some stuff to pack... Having mixed feelings right now... I wanna go back to see my friends, family and Chuppa, but a huge part of me wanna stay here, I'm so used to the life over here already... and the weather is bloody fine! Cold and windy, just the way I like it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Despite all these, the thought of going to Tioman with Cheese, Todd, Paulz The Ballz, Benny and Yach just makes me so excited!!! First time going overseas with friends!!! No parents!! What's gonna happen man?! I'm pray that no tsunamis or typhoons or sharks attack me.. Amanda! My paranoia is as bad as yours!! ahaaah! Oh yar, and I'm going overseas with my parents, wooooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ever since exmas ended, I've been shopping everyday with Junni, ahaaa! My shopping buddy!! Made her buy so much stuff!! I love making people spend money! I also bought a pair of Ed Hardy shoes, YES! SHOES AGAIN!! shit.... We walked the entire streets of Swanton and Melbourne Central, damn tiring... Amanda also joined in the fun, gonna make her buy stuff, but she's a very good gal, always wanna "SAVE MONEY!" ahahaa! But she just bought a 200 bucks puffy jacket, more like "SAVE THE ECONOMY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Went Jo-ann's place to drink coconut alcohol mixed with fruit juice, tastes exactly like pina colada! I love it! Drink and watch Big Brother on TV, watch until 1 in the morning, then run home with Junni and Kai Shian, because very cold....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Man... my aussie friends are gonna go play paintball... I wanna go! Too bad I'm going back to Singapore.... Nvm, I go JB eat seafood with Chiawen and tha gang. Must wait for Geri and Justin to come back, den we shall all go karting and seafood chionging! And I need Justin, because now that my car is sold, I'm gonna be a full-fledged CAR SLUT! ahaaaa! Thanks Stin Stin!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;It's 12.47 right now, still don't feel like packing.... Chances of me missing my flight is not zero, shit... feel so sleepy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Song of the Post - Every You Every Me by Placebo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-115008099021077959?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/115008099021077959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=115008099021077959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115008099021077959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/115008099021077959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/06/gong-home-reluctance.html' title='Gong home.... reluctance.....'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114957435567961650</id><published>2006-06-06T16:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:12:35.693+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics Buang....</title><content type='html'>Study so much for physics, still no use.... physics and I is the same as mixing shit and water, it just gets worst and more disgusting... Exam gone already....hate physics.. if i get good results, confirm gonna buy my seat number for 4D!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song of the Post - Closing Time by Semisonic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114957435567961650?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114957435567961650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114957435567961650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114957435567961650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114957435567961650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/06/physics-buang.html' title='Physics Buang....'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114948388769518309</id><published>2006-06-05T14:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T15:04:47.706+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Time!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The exams have finally started, after one week of studying and cramming and panicking... haa!! Just came back from Bio exam, no more H1 (equivalent for A), one page all wrong, because never study that page, thought not important, bloody hell!!! 6 marks fly away just like that!!! The rest of the questions still ok, quite normal, definitely simpler than any of the papers that i've attempted in singapore.. Singapore is out to develop an inferiority complex for every student!!! Damn cold today, was freezing on my way to the exam site, the exam hall had no heater too, so I was basically vibrating and bobbing in my seat.... Damn hard to concentrate, and my efficiency was cut down by half because damn sluggish, lied down on the table to do the essay questions, and when I sat upright again, realised that my answers were slanted to one side, but heck care, no more H1 anyway, ahahaha!! Alot of people went to the toilet, I thought they giving out free money or answers outside the toilet, damn distracting! Especially the girls in boots, they walk damn loud, as if want people to know that they wearing boots!!! Irritating... Left with 30 min, and I still have last essay question to do, feel damn lazy already, really took my own sweet time, by right I should have finished long ago. So I rushed through, hand half spasming because of the cold, half trying to write my answer... sweat sia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Please put down your pens." Woo HOO!!!!!! Bio over!!!!! H1 no more!!!!! 2 more papers!!!!!! 4 more days!!!!!! ahahahahahah!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Song of the Post - Dying Inside To Hold You by Timmy Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114948388769518309?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114948388769518309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114948388769518309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114948388769518309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114948388769518309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/06/exam-time.html' title='Exam Time!!!!!'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114881590344314051</id><published>2006-05-28T21:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:31:43.493+10:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Men was a flop....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Last day of school!!! Supposed to go to the library to study, but didn't have the mood, so I suggested to watch X-men. Got "forced" to treat 2 people to the movie, basket... Wallet got burnt smell... Was so totally hyped up about the show, but after it ended, dunno how to react... to cry or scold vulgarities.... I'm a true blue Marvel fan!! but not those that wear red shirts with sweat stains on the armpits, with the front saying " It's Clobbering Time!!", and spends most of the time arguing with 8 year old kids on which X-mens' spandex is cooler... those people are just sad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anyway, below are the reasons why I think the show sucked:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1) Colossus (the steel dude) is supposed to be really old and is russian, but in the movie, he's this insecure kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2) Juggernaut (the dude with the dildo helmet) is actually Xavier's brother, bt in the movie they didn't know each other at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3) There's supposed to be a huge plot involving Kitty (Shadowcat), Rogue and Iceman, but all was cut short in the movie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4) Cyclops died too soon, considering he's the leader of the group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;5) Cyclops and Jean are supposed to have a daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;6) The huge robot head that dropped from the sky is actually called a Sentinel created by the anti-mutant government, but was not explained at all!! In the movie it's just 2 huge spotlights floating in the air!! Anyone would have thought it was the Iron Giant.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;7) There was not much emphasis on Arch angel, considering he's so cool with his wings and all!! All he did was fly into this huge epic battle between 500 mutants vs 6 puny x-men, and swooped down to save his stupid dad who started the war... what the hell?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;8) Beast looked really dumb and useless in the fight, all he did was grunt and swing around like an idiot, but u see 10 mutants flying off his arms everytime he swings! He doesn't even have claws are a dildo helmet!! He's only good at talking cock about mutant-human relations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;9) The movie had too much emphasis on Jean, and most of the time she was stoning, looking into the far-off distance, and suddenly people around her will disintegrate.. I'm not paying 12 bucks to watch a woman stone at me for 2 hrs... If I wanna see that, I'd record myself when I'm doin my Physics exam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;10) The last part with magneto sitting around like a senile old man, and using his powers to move the chess set, what the hell??!! Isn't it the last show?? Why make it look like there's gonna be another? Might as well show Cyclops eyeball floating up from the lake, and shooting gamma rays into the air!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;There!! 10 reasons! I guess if u aren't a comic fan, you'd love the show, since many X-men and mutants died for your viewing pleasure. Oh, if you guys haven watched it, remember to stay till the end of the credits, there's more!!! I think that last 1 minute was the best out of the entire show, could hear the audience ( like 20 people left in the cinema since most didn't even know there was more) goin "WWWOOAHHHHH!!!!" and "WHAT THE HELL!!!" and the surfer dudes goin "DDDUUUDDEEEE..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;In conclusion, the show was way too rushing, they shortened so much of the actual plot, if they wanted to make X-men movies, they should have at least covered the important parts!!! I'm praying damn hard that Spiderman 3 would be good, because if i'm not wrong, the villians are gonna be the Sinister 6!!!!!!!!! My favourite villians!!!!!! I'm such a geek!! ahahahaa!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh yar, the only good thing that happened that night was that I stole the Youth Group poster, ahaha! Tore it off the wall and hid it in my bag!! Woooooo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Song of the Post - Pardon Me by Incubus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114881590344314051?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114881590344314051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114881590344314051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114881590344314051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114881590344314051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/05/x-men-was-flop.html' title='X-Men was a flop....'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114828796531292445</id><published>2006-05-22T18:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T18:52:45.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Few weeks ago, went Hushbar with my friends, apparently there's this Retro Night going on, and Amanda was selling tix, so we show face, buy from her. The crowd sucked though, all asians!! And the DJ sucked, he was like switching between retro and current hits, sometimes he'll play Beat It by Michael Jackson, and suddenly switch to Gold Digger!! But there were a couple of really cool songs, like Summer of 69!!! Love it! Classics rock! Anyway, Jo-ann just wanted to get high, so she was like down-ing any drink containing alcohol, and soon enough, actually too soon, she started smiling and whacking me for everything I say. We drank like Flaming Lamboghinis and Tequila shots in wine glasses, and I was waiting for my turn to get high, but apparently at the end of everything, I was still damn conscious... I think I owe it to my dad's genes.... Anyway, here are the pics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/KIF_2678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/KIF_2678.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From left: Christina (not high yet), Shian and Jo-ann (a bit high), tat's why I stand behind, afraid of being whacked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/KIF_2694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/KIF_2694.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;From left: Chris (still sober), Amanda (also still sober), Junni and yours truly.... sober as ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/KIF_2705.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/KIF_2705.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Amanda slightly gone.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/KIF_2692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/KIF_2692.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amanda and I sharing Flaming Lamboghini, taste likes shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/KIF_2689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/KIF_2689.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Shian and Joann also had one, by this time Jo-ann slightly gone already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/KIF_2695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/KIF_2695.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Bena and Amanda (cousins) and my hand... Amanda quite high here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/KIF_2707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/KIF_2707.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;From left: Damn high casualty, Sandhya (still sober), yours truly, another damn high casualty and Junni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;All and all, had fun looking at my friends get high, but wasn't that fun when I got whacked.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song of the Post - Summer of 69 by Bryan Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114828796531292445?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114828796531292445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114828796531292445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114828796531292445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114828796531292445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/05/retro-night.html' title='Retro Night'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114793883630910941</id><published>2006-05-18T17:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T17:57:10.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Crunch time as exams draw near...</title><content type='html'>Exams gonna happen in less than a month, 2 weeks plus to be exact.... totally no mood to study... the lectures dun seem to end, right now they're still teaching new stuff, it's like they're squeezing the entire A level syllabus into 6 months, damn irritating... but everyone around me still quite slack, there's still people sleeping during lectures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/sleeping%20guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/sleeping%20guy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Some random guy did not wake up even after the end of the lecture... should be top class student....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was mugging in the library today, been a ong time since I actually sat down and really studied, so tiring.... and everything seems to distract me, like a pencil dropping, or someone on another table digging her nose, or another person at the far end scratching her groin, ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/muggin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/muggin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Table of a mugger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can't wait for the exams to be over, wanna chill so bad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Song of the Post - Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114793883630910941?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114793883630910941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114793883630910941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114793883630910941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114793883630910941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/05/crunch-time-as-exams-draw-near.html' title='Crunch time as exams draw near...'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114710064628212477</id><published>2006-05-09T00:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T01:04:06.306+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You guys might be wondering what's with the sudden dark and ominous atmosphere in my blog, with all the lyrics and random writings about death and heart breaks... well.. I have no idea as well, guess I'm going through a rough patch, can't put my finger to it... but bare with me... besides, you might learn something from these random blabbers that life isn't all smiles and hugs after all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Now for more random babbling....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Have you ever woken up in the morning, thinking that the next step you take will be your last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Have you ever looked at someone for the first time and have the sudden urge to stab the person in the head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Have you ever talked and hung out with your friends, but feel ever so lonely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Have you ever wanted something so much, but the second you have it, you don't want it anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Have you ever liked someone for the wrong reasons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Have you ever toyed with someone, but feel no remorse what so ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Have you ever looked at a person in need, and just stand there.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Have you ever been played by someone so much that the person's every single move affects your every emotion as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Have you ever use sleep to escape your problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Have you ever smiled at someone, but in your mind you're wishing that he would just drop dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Well......... I have.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Song of the Post - Domino Effect by Ozma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114710064628212477?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114710064628212477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114710064628212477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114710064628212477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114710064628212477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/05/have-you-ever.html' title='Have You Ever...'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114709962048741779</id><published>2006-05-09T00:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T01:06:19.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Something I was writing about on the plane to Japan early this year... don't criticize, 'cause I wun bother anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey Sarah, how are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not doing okay, my world has turned dark and cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I look at your picture everyday, tears rolling down my cheeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You used to keep me warm with your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now all I'm left is a pillow filled with warm tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You were my pillar of strength, my best friend and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You kept me going, my light at the end of the tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You left me behind, so suddenly and without any warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All that's left of you are the memories in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When will I see you again, only time will tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When fate gets bored of me, I will eventually see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In the mean time I sit here with blood-shot eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoping to meet you again at the gates of Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So I can once again feel you in my arms, my Sarah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Song Of The Post - Breathe (2 AM) by Anna Nalick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114709962048741779?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114709962048741779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114709962048741779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114709962048741779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114709962048741779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/05/sarah.html' title='Sarah'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114693037769598027</id><published>2006-05-07T01:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T01:46:17.696+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"Listen To Your Heart"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I know there's something in the wake of your smile.&lt;br /&gt; I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea.&lt;br /&gt; You've built a love but that love falls apart.&lt;br /&gt; Your little piece of heaven turns too dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt; when he's calling for you.&lt;br /&gt; Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt; there's nothing else you can do.&lt;br /&gt; I don't know where you're going&lt;br /&gt; and I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt; but listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt; before you tell him goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt; The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea.&lt;br /&gt; They're swept away and nothing is what is seems,&lt;br /&gt; the feeling of belonging to your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And there are voices&lt;br /&gt; that want to be heard.&lt;br /&gt; So much to mention&lt;br /&gt; but you can't find the words.&lt;br /&gt; The scent of magic,&lt;br /&gt; the beauty that's been&lt;br /&gt; when love was wilder than the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114693037769598027?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114693037769598027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114693037769598027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114693037769598027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114693037769598027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/05/listen-to-your-heart.html' title='&quot;Listen To Your Heart&quot;'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114656861378852621</id><published>2006-05-02T21:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:16:53.800+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>akan datang..... buahahahaa!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114656861378852621?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114656861378852621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114656861378852621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114656861378852621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114656861378852621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/05/akan-datang.html' title=''/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114639631915032321</id><published>2006-04-30T20:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T21:25:23.766+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rat Dissection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hey people... been quite a while since I blogged....nothing much happening anyway, sooo boring over here, and the weather isn't helping... chilly and damp and cloudy, perfect conditions for hibernation... dun feel like doing anything at all, just wanna hide under my blanket and sleep my life away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Well, this week I finally did rat dissection... It turned out better than I thought it would. I was expecting myself to puke or faint, or even freak out like nobody's business, but at the end of the lab, not only was I laughing and chatting with my lab frens, but I was kinda hungry too! haaa! My rat specimen was huge!! It was the biggest rat I've ever seen!! Almost the size of a small cat!! That's the freaky part! In the beginning, I was kinda unsettled by the whole thing, because we had to collect the rats from  the basin, all filled with bags and bags of rats... really gross! And they look like they were sleeping so soundly... kinda sad actually... I was praying that mine was a male, because I heard that someone dissected a female rat and found babies inside! So tragic.... Mine turned out to be a fat male rat, as described by the lab tutor, because he said "Boy! You have a fat one!! You're gonna need alot more effort to de-skin it!" Took me like forever to peel off the skin lor! And the smell was horrible!!! It smelled like a dead animal, or a rotting corpse, haaa! I was making fake vomiting sounds, and my friends asked me to shut up, haaa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The entire lab session was pretty interesting actually, and it was quite funny too... My friend pulled out the rat balls without knowing, and she shoved them back, ahahaa! Amanda took a pic of her rat too, with the intestines all laid out beside the rat, kinda sick man... But now that I've dissected my first animal, I feel more confident about myself and I'm another step closer to being a vet, ahahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Heard that you guys have all fnished your exams and having a ball man!!! How I envy you guys, my exams are gonna start in a month, soon I'm gonna have to start hitting the books, gawd.... I'm just hoping that I'll do well... but usually that's not the case.. since the celestial powers like to use me for entertainment... bloody hell.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Song Of The Post - Save Me Sorrow by Bullets and Octane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114639631915032321?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114639631915032321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114639631915032321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114639631915032321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114639631915032321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/04/rat-dissection.html' title='Rat Dissection'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114528003422818443</id><published>2006-04-17T22:51:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:21:04.946+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Puffing Billy, Wine Tasting and Wildlife Reserve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Since my parents were in town, and they have nothing to do, my dad decided to bring us on a day tour around Melbourne. As the title states, we went to the Puffing Billy, which is a steam engine, something like Thomas the Steam Engine, and it was kinda fun at first, but after a while, it just got boring.... I was sitting at the edge of the train, trying to gain some excitement, but instead I got really cold, and my legs got numb....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/scenery%20on%20the%20puffing%20billy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/scenery%20on%20the%20puffing%20billy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;What I Took On The Puffing Billy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;After that, we went to this place called Furgerson's Vineyard to have lunch.... the best part about the lunch is FREE FLOW of RED WINE, WHITE WINE and BEEF!!!!!! ahahahaha!!!! My dad and I ate and ate, meat overload!!!!! And I drank quite abit of white wine..mmmm..... Bought this bottle of awesome red wine, Forte Shiraz, its super nice man! Best red wine i've ever tasted!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/vineyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/vineyard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;After this, went on our way to Wildlife Reserve. On the way there, I was damn sleepy, too much meat... fell asleep on the bus... almost choked on my saliva when I woke up, bloody hell.... luckily never flow out... Damn dazed in the beginning of the tour, until I saw the animals, so cool!! More interesting that Singapore Zoo, and it doesn't stink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/animals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/animals.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The tour ended after the wildlife tour, took an hour to reach the city, slept all the way... but damn uncomfortable, not used to sitting in vehicles anymore, kanna motion sickness damn easily.. basket.. Got a headache from hell.. and really really worn out... Gonna go shopping with my mum again tomorrow... woo hoo~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Seeya guys, Jimz out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Song of the Post - Other Side Of The World by KT Tunstall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114528003422818443?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114528003422818443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114528003422818443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114528003422818443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114528003422818443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/04/puffing-billy-wine-tasting-and_17.html' title='Puffing Billy, Wine Tasting and Wildlife Reserve'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114502196754645308</id><published>2006-04-14T23:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:39:30.173+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Family.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/karupin%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/karupin%20pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, let's put our hands together to welcome 2 new members to the Chan family, Popcorn and Karupin!!! They're actually my sis's kittens, but they like to play in my room.... the one in the pic is Karupin, and she slept on my bed last night.... basket... They're only 7 weeks old, and so tiny... love Karupin's eyes... so blue... but their shit stinks like hell!! Still a dog person though, but Chuppa is still the best, miss her so.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, its the easter break! Woo hoo!!! One week of break!! Yesterday went to eat dim sum with the gals, once again it's 8 gals to 1 guy.... after that they "forced" me to bring them to my place 'cause they wanna see the kittens... but the kittens were at home yet, so we decided to watch movie. I told them I wanted to watch Ice Age 2, and I thought we already decided on it, but when the show came on, Amanda Bynes was on the screen instead on Scrat and Sid! I was in utter shock! I've been conned to watch "She's The Man"! I paid 12 freakin bucks to watch a chick flick! Was shouting in the cinema, but the gals told me to sit down and shut up... basket... apparently they "thought" that I knew we were gonna watch this show instead... not a bad show though, one of those loveless romantic movies where u feel lovelorn after everything... but I still felt cheated.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/cinema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/cinema.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;In the cinema.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;After that, they came back to my place to play mahjong, even Sandya (she's indian) was playing... though not at the speed of light, unlike Bena and I, ahaaaa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Oh, had a shock of my life this morning! When I woke up, my mum was standing in my room!!!! I was lost for words, my sis thought she was having a very bad dream....  apparently my parents came without telling us!! Gawd... after that I couldn't sleep, at least for an hour, then I fell asleep again.... When I woke up again, had chwee kuey and glutinous rice, ahahaa! My mum brought them all the way from Singapore, it was awesome, but got sick after a while, too oily... After eating, I fell asleep again because it was raining outside, so in total, I slept 3 times today.... can't blame me, everywhere is closed due to easter friday, and there's nothing to do at all! Looking at my mum tidy up the place made me feel tired anyway.... But it great that they're here, do some catching up and stuff, and I get to eat real good food, and buy stuff without feeling guilty!!! but still very shocking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ok, going off now! To the NUS brats, good luck for the upcoming exams!!! To the SMU peeps, enjoy your holidays now, and to the NTU pple, all the best for ur exams too!!! Seeya real soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(P.S. go watch V for Vendetta!!!! Its AWESOME!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Song of the Post - Ana's Song (Open Fire) by Silverchair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114502196754645308?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114502196754645308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114502196754645308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114502196754645308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114502196754645308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/04/welcome-to-family.html' title='Welcome to the Family.....'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114442028452808100</id><published>2006-04-08T00:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T00:35:50.716+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Chem Prac.... So.... Bored.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Had chem prac today, so boring.... spent 3 hours building molecular models of organic molecules, and half the students don't know the difference between axial and equatorial positions on cyclohexane... gawd.... I sound so nerdy right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anyway, instead of building molecules, I built other things instead, 'cause I was way too bored, and there was nothing interesting to look at, and I had finished the lab report before hand, thanks to Bena, buahaahaha! So, here are the molecules that I built:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/molecular%20models.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/molecular%20models.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chem Genius in the Making.. Cis-Trans my Ass!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Song Of The Post - Top Of The World by The All American Rejects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114442028452808100?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114442028452808100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114442028452808100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114442028452808100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114442028452808100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/04/chem-prac-so-bored.html' title='Chem Prac.... So.... Bored.....'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114398626138651987</id><published>2006-04-02T23:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T00:36:42.273+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Werribee!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Gawd.... woke up at 8 this morning, realised that day light savings is over, so it's actually only 7... went back to sleep till it's really 8 plus, den dragged myself out of bed to get ready to meet the gals at Melbourne Central. Its so god damn early!!! Sucks to wake up so early on a beautiful Sunday!!! But because we were going to Werribee to check out the place, I had no choice... If you guys dunno, Werribee is the place where I'll be studying during my 3rd and 4th year of Vet, and its way way way out of the city!! Its really really far away!! We took a 4o min train ride, and I was really lethargic and pissed all the way there... too tired... all the gas were busy chatting and laughing, I was listening to my Ipod and sulking... ahaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;When we reached the place, my brain started to wake up, and I wasn't sulking that much, haa... The place looked more like a hospital than a school, and we were brought on a guided tour of the entire place, including what we would be doing over there during our 2 years of study. It was really interesting, and for once I was actually interested in something! I saw lots of cool stuff, like x-rays, operating equipments, icky things like tapeworm and mites and played with ferrets!! They're so cute!! Gawd!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/Werribee%20Open%20House%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/Werribee%20Open%20House%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Chilling out at Werribee.... man.... awesome....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/albino%20ferret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/albino%20ferret.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;An Albino Ferret, aren't they to die fer?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Finished the tour in the afternoon, den went to the city to get Shianny's birthday present. After that I came home to chill, and went for Shianny's and Amanda's Birthday party in the evening. Nothing much really happened, just the usual BBQ and the laughing and chatting and small talks, and cutting cake and photo taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/Amanda%20%26%20Kaishian%27s%20Birthday%20BBQ%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/Amanda%20%26%20Kaishian%27s%20Birthday%20BBQ%20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/Amanda%20%26%20Kaishian%27s%20Birthday%20BBQ%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/Amanda%20%26%20Kaishian%27s%20Birthday%20BBQ%20032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/Amanda%20%26%20Kaishian%27s%20Birthday%20BBQ%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/Amanda%20%26%20Kaishian%27s%20Birthday%20BBQ%20031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I need guy frens.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Got Chem mid term test next week, and Bio test is the week after... dammit.... Can't wait for the Easter break.... need lots and lots of sleep......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Man.... so tired... did so many things today... went so many places.... my weak heart can't take it.... need to sleep.... Jimz out.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Song of the Post - Dreaming of You by The Coral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/orange%20kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/orange%20kitty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Took this at a pet shop, real life Garfield!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114398626138651987?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114398626138651987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114398626138651987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114398626138651987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114398626138651987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/04/trip-to-werribee.html' title='Trip to Werribee!!!'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114337002198724547</id><published>2006-03-26T21:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:47:02.000+11:00</updated><title type='text'>No Ups, No Downs, Napping All The Way....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ever since I've started school, I've become way way way more studious than ever before, sometimes I think about it and it sends shivers down my spine... I guess the reason why I keep studying is because there's nothing to do over here, no friends means no one will ask me out, everything closes at 6 means I have nothing to do after school, all this leads to me being a full time nerd.... But the good thing is that at least I know what's going on in school, except physics as usual... I can actually afford to sleep in class, or chat with people sitting next to me, haaa.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;This entire weekend, I've been sleeping all the way, waking up at 11, watch cartoon till 12 plus, eat breakfast, sleep again, wake up for dinner, watch cartoon, study, and sleep again.... gawd! Simply no life! Im starting to meet the requirements to be a PRC scholar already! The only thing lacking is speaking chinese and spitting on the ground..... and that's...not cool~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Talked to the brats on skype over the weekend, it's been a long time since I crapped with them, quite fun, but it kinda feels different.... like something is missing, the normal dynamics is no longer there.... something's not right.... hope you guys settle it soon, dun let some small petty matter spoil the entire friendship.... Remember we're all supposed to go overseas together when I come back for vacation on June!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ok, shall go back to studying.... Gawd!!!! So not cool~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Song of the Post - Nine Lives by South&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114337002198724547?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114337002198724547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114337002198724547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114337002198724547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114337002198724547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-ups-no-downs-napping-all-way.html' title='No Ups, No Downs, Napping All The Way....'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114303344229141213</id><published>2006-03-22T23:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:17:22.336+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Overdose...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;It's like 11.57 pm right now, and I just woke up.... so screwed.... Had a really long day today, I hate Wednesdays... Had Physics lecture, which I didn't understand as usual, followed by Physics Practical, which was just as bad. My lab partner, the punkish gal, was kinda under the weather, throughout the practical she kept coughing and blowing her nose, but I didn't mind, because she's punkish, ahaaaa! And she was wearing Paul Frank shirt, so I excuse her, heee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;After that met up with that Geri-behaving gal, Rose, and went for lecture together. Bloody hell, already damn tired, but she was so energetic, like a compact energy ball, waiting to explode! Throughout the entire 2 hrs of lecture, she drew on my lecture notes, poke me on the arm millions of times, complained about her hunger and weariness, demanded that I teach her Chemistry and jabbed me to wake me up.... at the end of the day, the amount of energy I had left was in the critical zone, if I were Ultraman, the light on my chest would be flashing like crazy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;When I came home, I went into a coma, and that was like 7 pm. I thought I'll sleep till the next morning, but look what happened.....I'm blogging at 12.07 am in the morning, cannot sleep already.... and I have physics tutorial and bio lab tomorrow at 9 am!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Just read Chiawen's blog, seems like that rabbit has really done it this time... Weili, serious or not????? Basket.... Justin isn't gonna take this lying down, he's gonna come up with something to save the group from impending doom, haaaa! Seems like group dynamics is still there despite all this, keep it up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ok, I'll try sleeping again, or else tomorrow chest light will flash again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Song of the Post -  Adrenaline by Gavin Rossdale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114303344229141213?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114303344229141213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114303344229141213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114303344229141213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114303344229141213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/03/sleep-overdose.html' title='Sleep Overdose...'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114277410197861201</id><published>2006-03-19T23:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T00:15:02.066+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis again, Awesome!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Played tennis yesterday evening, today played again, totally awesome! I played with my sis's fren's fren, who is like way more experienced than me, he plays like in regionals man! And he's like 1.9 over metres, so his serves were super fast and powerful, I could do nothing about them!! We played matches, which was totally new to me, because back in Singapore, I don't play matches, my friends and I just rally around alot, and try to do winners all the time, ahahaa! Over here, I actually play real matches, and the aussies must play 2 sets of 6 games, damn tiring sia! I played until my index finger bled, kanna cut because the ball too powerful... ahaaa! Now I can't even hold a pen properly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The court we played on was grass court, which was way cool! First time playing, and it's completely different from any tennis I've played before! The balls bounce differently, and I have to do different strokes and adjust my strokes just to get the balls in. I have only one word to describe my two days of tennis.....AWESOME!! Think I'll play with him soon, right after my finger and toe heals, all bruised and bleeding, don't know why... By the time I come back in June, tennis sure improve, I can feel myself improving already, ahahaha! yesterday played like shit, today so much better!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;After tennis, my sis's frens came over for mahjong, damn hard to play with them, I miss playing with my mahjong gang... minimum 3 dai style... over here I must help them translate the chinese characters, then must explain the rules for animal and wind, one actually thought the centipede was a lobster...... sheesh lor... but fun lar, laugh alot, but too shag after a while, because everyone damn tired after whole day of activity.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Got school at 9 tomorrow, gonna sleep now, seeya peeps!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Song of the Post - Light and Day by The Polyphonic Spree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114277410197861201?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114277410197861201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114277410197861201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114277410197861201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114277410197861201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/03/tennis-again-awesome.html' title='Tennis again, Awesome!!!'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114250256334782443</id><published>2006-03-16T20:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:52:09.163+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerts in School, how cool is that!!!</title><content type='html'>Was hanging out with my friend the whole day, she's the girl that behaves like Geri, damn funny sia! If I get a dollar for everytime she says the word "stupid", I think I can buy Porsche already, ahahaaa! After that we went to check out this band which was playing in our school, THE VASCO ERA, really cool band man! If you like THE VINES, you'll love them! I was nodding my head to their beats, one hand holding a vege burger, one hand holding a can of soda, and half of the time shouting into her ear, since we were standing right in front of the stereo system, excellent..... The bands here are damn cool sia, there're like random bands playing all the time during lunch breaks, and there's free food, bread with sausages and vege patties, and free drinks from soda to beer!!! Yeah! BEER!!!!! In School!!!! Half of the students after lunch go to their lectures half sober, ahahaha!! Really makes NUS look like a prison sia! ahahahah! My new found pasttime, watching bands play!!! Woo hoo~~ But watching them play really make me miss jamming man..... QG, DT and Aaron!!!! I wanna jam with you guys man!!! Need to hit the drums!!!! Need to play Huang Fei Hung, punk version!!! ahahaaaa!! Trying to find people over here who would jam with me, but very hard..... no drum set in my room too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Song of the Post - Kingswood by The Vasco Era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/vasco%20era%20II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/vasco%20era%20II.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/vasco%20era.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/vasco%20era.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Introducing THE VASCO ERA!!!!!! Wooooooooooo~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114250256334782443?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114250256334782443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114250256334782443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114250256334782443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114250256334782443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/03/concerts-in-school-how-cool-is-that.html' title='Concerts in School, how cool is that!!!'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114242766277390064</id><published>2006-03-15T23:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T00:01:03.086+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Commonwealth Games Starts Today, And What A Long Day I Had!!!!</title><content type='html'>Downloading One Piece now, need to watch cartoons to relax man, today has been so tiring for me... 1.32 Gb in 3 hrs, buahahaha! Damn fast sia! Last time in Singapore, want to download one episode of cartoon, must wait three freakin days just to download 150mb, now I just double click, then come back from school can watch already, woooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/download%20speed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/download%20speed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Check out the download speed on Azureus man!!!! 51.4kb/s, sometimes up to 100!!! ADSL rocks big time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let's see.... what did I do today..... Morning had physics lesson, kanna bad news, got test next week, what the hell!!! No difference if I study or don't lor! Everything doesn't make sense to me, dunno how I did so well for my A level Physics, I think I need my tuition teacher again, argh!! Now, I ask my friend to help me, since she's from RJ, and more in touch with the syllabus than me, my brain screw abit loose, forgot everything already... shucks... Seriously not looking forward to the test next friday..... trying to practise more physics questions now, but not helping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar, after Physics lecture, had 3 hrs of back breaking Physics Practical, "play" with wires, light bulbs, ammeter and voltmeter all the way, play until my lab partner and I piss off, she also stress until I saw her hair drop on the table, but I don't dare to say anything... I scared she use me as part of the circuit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that joined my friends at some weird Nasi Lemak place near the uni, the food sucks because damn spicy, I cannot take it, and I don't like Singapore food, but I just swallow and sweat at the same time, too lazy and sleepy to say anything. They all chat and chat, I hide one corner and stone, too tired already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Chemistry and Bio Lecture back to back after that, 2 to 4. During Chemistry, I already want to concuss, but used every ounce of energy to keep my eyelids open.. but during Bio, I died and float to heaven for a while. When I came back, left a few powerpoint slides to go through only, basket......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finale was Chemistry Tutorial, luckily all the questions are on organic chem, damn zai at it, thanks to Leslie Harrison, w00000000! And since I already done the questions before hand, I just sit there and relax, keep shaking leg to keep myself awake... damn sad.... finished school at 515 sia.... shucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was having dinner just now, suddenly outside like got "BOOM!! BOOM BOOM BOOM!!! BOOM BOOM!!". I thought kanna terrorist attack sia, then I remembered today is the first day of the Commonwealth Games, and they were displaying fireworks!! Quite pretty sia, been a long time since I saw them, the ones in Singapore are pathetic as compared to the ones here, ahahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/fireworks%20II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/fireworks%20II.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/fireworks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although not very clear, but can make out the rough image of the fireworks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow's a short day, very happy, but need to sleep now, must wake up at 730, first lesson is Physics tutorial, you have no idea how much pain in the butt that is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Song of the Post - Cold by Matchbox Twenty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114242766277390064?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114242766277390064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114242766277390064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114242766277390064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114242766277390064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/03/commonwealth-games-starts-today-and.html' title='Commonwealth Games Starts Today, And What A Long Day I Had!!!!'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114209287601949311</id><published>2006-03-12T02:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T03:14:59.173+11:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer Sale!!!!</title><content type='html'>Just finished practising physics, but more like gave up on it, don't understand at all.... basket.... physics have nothing to do with vet course, dunno why the hell they force us to take, make my hair drop only....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went shopping with some friends today at Smith Street, supposedly where all the factory outlets are located. Went into Nike and Adidas Factory outlets, the things there really damn cheap, but I didn't buy anything, 'cause no tennis stuff, only the gals bought stuff... Must wait for them to finish looking, so I walk around the shop alot of times, like security guard sia..... Then, we went into surf shops, my paradise! Because now is End of Summer Sale, so all the shops have to clear their summer clothes, and they were slashing prices like nobody's business! Brands like Ripcurl, Billabong, Quiksilver and Volcom going at 40 to 50% off! I just grabbed whatever tat's nice to try, but in the end only bought 2 shirts, 'cause no money already.... basket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/paul%20van%20dyk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/paul%20van%20dyk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Took this poster outside a surf shop... Eh Weili, Paul Van Dyk coming here sia, jealous or not? Buahahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Melbourne Central to shop, but in the end spent most of the time in the pet shop... Melbourne Central stuff more ex, after dscount still 40 to 50 bucks, I dun wan to buy... Went to buy weights, bloody hell, they got no carrier, ask me carry in a carton box all the way back home! Total weight 17 over kg, plus i holding other bags, walk and sweat sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's like 3 in the morning already! Time to sleep, tomorrow continue my struggle with physics..... Seeya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Song of the Post - Just Feel Better by Santana Feat. Steven Tyler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/funny%20menu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/funny%20menu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Took this from a menu hanging outside a Shanghai Restaurant in Chinatown.... Read the words carefully, and u'll see why I bothered to take a pic of it, haaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/funny%20menu%20II.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/funny%20menu%20II.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Another one for your laughing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114209287601949311?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114209287601949311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114209287601949311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114209287601949311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114209287601949311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/03/end-of-summer-sale.html' title='End of Summer Sale!!!!'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114190702730141752</id><published>2006-03-09T22:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T17:50:59.670+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Is Starting To Fall In Place..... Finally!!</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.... it's been almost a month since I came to slack-ville.... finally everything has settled down... Just received news from the admin office that I've been granted "unspecified" credits for Bio and Chem, which means I'm exempted from any elective subjects this entire year! Wooooooooooo~~ My time table looks damn slack now, don't dare to show my friends, scared they whack me.... You must be thinking "Wah! Jimson got friends sia!", yar, I also very surprised.. but all my friends are gals. Then my friends' friends are also girls, so in the end I have only female friends. My Physics lab partner also this punkish looking aussie girl, bio lab not so bad, got some guys and girls. The guy sitting beside me looks like Bagdhadis (this tennis player), I actually asked him if he played tennis, but too bad he doesn't, then I told him he look like Bagdhadis, ahahahaa! There's this girl in my bio bench, ang moh version of geri sia!!! Everything super excited, then talks with alot of energy, just like her sia!! And she's damn funny, excited until break her own microscopic slide, too much energy already.... Although didn't know her well, but I kept laughing, cannot take it, buahahaha! Need to know her better, then can provide entertainment for me! Now must scout for ang moh version of Paul, and the rest of the brat pack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Max Brenners yesterday with the gals, desserts there really damn good sia! But damn funny, 'cause the table got 2 gals and me, but the guy (me) seem to be enjoying the food more than the girls, so pai seh.... But chocolate really damn good, got rid of my stress for a while, then sit there eat fondue and talk cock, shiok sia! We said must eat every week, I think when u guys see me in June, will have a lot of "cellulite" sia.....buahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sleepy now, been trying to do physics questions the whole day, so bloody confusing and tough, must think like a nerd, then can solve.... I drop alot of hair already, everytime look down at my textbook, can see hair fallng off, damn stress sia.. stupid physics..... Everything else still managable, chemistry lecture teaching uni stuff, I go there shake leg and make noise so people won't sleep. The lecturer talk about chiral centre and L &amp; R configuration, I look around for good looking people, once in a while doze off abit, because too boring.... Got this girl damn power, lecture end already, she still sleeping, everyone walk out of theatre, she still sleeping with her mouth open, then got one girl go and tap her shoulder, but she still in coma. I thought she died already, because no movement, then suddenly the girl jump up and walk off. I think the lecturer very demoralised, he can change profession to become hypnotist, ahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow still got chem lab, damn sick of labs.... waste my time... still must wear lab coat and goggles, damn happening... at least the labs are air conditioned, not like those kitchens in NUS, one hand pour chemical, one hand wipe sweat from your face, whole body wet until after chem lab, people think u drop into toilet bowl.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok den, shall go off now, eyes quite pain, too many numbers and figures.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Song of the Post - Save It For Later by Splender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/chocolate%20barrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/chocolate%20barrel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Barrels of chocolate at Max Brenners.......mmmmmmm........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114190702730141752?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114190702730141752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114190702730141752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114190702730141752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114190702730141752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/03/everything-is-starting-to-fall-in.html' title='Everything Is Starting To Fall In Place..... Finally!!'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114154899220669785</id><published>2006-03-05T19:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:12:57.970+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunno What Title to Put...... uncoiwqennbiero......</title><content type='html'>After staying for nearly three weeks, it's finally time for my parents to leave, now my sis and I are left to fend for ourselves, buahahaha! Now is truly the time that my student life starts! Life being independent - no more breakfasts in bed, no more lunch in bed, no more dinner in bed.... yar right! Now, all hell breaks loose, buahahahhaa! I was expecting some emotional goodbye from my mum, but surprisingly she didn't cry, at least not in front of us, but in the cab, it's a different story... Maybe because of the fact that my sis is here, can look after me, so she doesn't feel so worried. I have a feeling I'll be seeing them again real soon, like 2 or 3 weeks time, because there's this super long Easter holiday over here, like 2 weeks sia, can slack again! Woo Hoo!! Too bad you guys got school, cannot come over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been playing Naruto game and watching One Piece all day, a typical Sunday past time for me, too lazy to move, and everywhere is too crowded... I rather sit homw and stare at the scenery outside my window, it's quite spectacular although I'm smack right in the middle of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many concerts going on over here, Korn, Disturbed, James Blunt, Jason Mraz, U2, Alkaline Trio and so many more!! Unfortunately, all sold out, even korn!!! Damn pissed, all the back row seats left, like watching ants sing lor! Think I'll just go to those bands in my school, they have random struggling bands playing in the middle of the school, and people crowd around and listen. Some are actually pretty good! And it's free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, school sucks, but NUS was worst! Buahahaha! Uni Melb is Earth, NUS is Hell! Heaven is my room..... The administration over here is very screwed up, thanks to the aussies performing at pentium 0.5, as bad as Yuki and Kimi working together! After 2 weeks, I still dunno what subjects I'm taking, and what I'm not.... Haiyah... damn sick of it lar, keep delaying.. wasting my time.... And I realised that some of the stuff they teach is A level stuff, but since I forgot everything already, so no difference from not learning in the first place. Physics is the worst, my Archilles heel lor! Die Die must pass! Must switch to nerd mode already, no more playing around... Dean's list!!!! Must get it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard from the Brats that a certain someone is going to be integrated into the ranks of the infamous brat pack, and it's causing quite a disturbance within the group.... Buahahaa! See! I told you all it was something that was bound to happen, just a matter of time... Shan't mention names, in case "it" suddenly decides to read my blog, hahaa! Oh yar, and the pranks. what's up with that man??? JUSTIN SNG YANG KOON!!!!! Always YOU!!!!! Don't dare to disturb the JC gang, so you disturb the brats??!! Basket... you guys need to back each other up, give this BOY one prank that he'll never forget, haaaaaaa!! He said he's not scared, so he's issuing a challenge to you all!! Jon andWeili, can your egos take it??? hahahaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go study physics, seeya guys soon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Song of the Post - Counting Blue Cars by Dishwalla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/view%20from%20the%20window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/view%20from%20the%20window.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The View outside my window...... (To the Left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/view%20from%20the%20window%20II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/view%20from%20the%20window%20II.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The View outside my window...... (To the Right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114154899220669785?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114154899220669785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114154899220669785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114154899220669785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114154899220669785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/03/dunno-what-title-to-put.html' title='Dunno What Title to Put...... uncoiwqennbiero......'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114127612652727101</id><published>2006-03-02T15:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T16:28:56.760+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in Melbourne Uni</title><content type='html'>Almost been a week since school started, but until now I still dunno whether I need to go for some modules, didn't know that Melbourne University as cock up as Singapore University, screw up my time table. They schedule me to go for one prac and 1 tutorial at the same time, they think because I asian, then I originate from ninja clan, can do multiple clone jutsu! Basket... damn pissed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes also very boring, all the lectures are 1 hr only, but I never fail to fall asleep, or at least space out. They always let us off 5 minutes before the next lecture, but we have to walk like 1 km to the other lecture theatre, where got time???? Must walk like cartoon sia, fast-forward mode!! Somemore I keep getting lost, basket..... becoming more and more like Paulz the Ballz, but he's still the worst, buahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not studying, I'll just hang around, sitting on the grass and sun tan, but more like sun burn... the sun damn pain, as if Aussie no ozone at all! But the grass damn cooling, and no insects that would crawl into your butt crack or nostrils when you sleep.... so very nice to lie on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating pizza and talking to Gee Yong and Chia Wen now, Jimson, out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Song of the Post - Open Up by Korn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/chem%20lecture.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/chem%20lecture.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Chem Lecture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/psycho%20lecture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/psycho%20lecture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Psychology Lecture.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/uni%20lawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/uni%20lawn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What people do when they're damn free in school.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/slacking%20on%20the%20grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/slacking%20on%20the%20grass.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I follow what they do, slack on the grass, buahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/grass%20slippers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/grass%20slippers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My golf slippers..... wooooooooooo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114127612652727101?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114127612652727101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114127612652727101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114127612652727101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114127612652727101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-in-melbourne-uni.html' title='A Day in Melbourne Uni'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114103643355233334</id><published>2006-02-27T19:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:33:53.876+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimz's Great Adventure In School!!!</title><content type='html'>School finally started, woke up at 6 plus in the morning, felt like dying..... The hot shower did not help at all.. Took my bag, left the house, and made my way to the tram station. The weather was surprisingly chilly, luckily I brought my jacket. But I was wearing boardshorts, so I was shivering a little, damn weak in the morning.... but considering that I never wake up before 12 in the afternoon, it's excusable, haaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached school, it was like 715 in the morning, and not a student in sight... I thought today was public holiday, but again since class starts at 8, I thought I was a TAD early. But I needed to get to school early because I didn't know how long the tram ride would take, and I didn't know where the lecture theatre was, and hence the GREAT SEARCH FOR THE ELUSIVE BIOLOGY THEATRE began!!! According to the map, it was quite some distance, so I followed accordingly, but as I walked, buildings turned into trees.... concrete pavements turned into grass and gravel... I ended up in some forest in the middle of the school! So I had to back track and look for another map, evenually found my way to the theatre, only after walking around the entire school! And throughout this whole adventure, I was having a tummy ache from hell, I thought I wouldn't be able to make it already! The thought of doing it in the enchanted forest actually flashed through my mind several times, but it's too damn cold outside, and I was afraid my ass turns blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, went for my Bio lecture, the lecturer was yada yada-ing all the way, and this angmoh guy went into a coma faster than me! We took turns nodding at nothing, slipping in and out of consciousness. Basically, didn't listen much, only heard the words "welcome to..." and "See you next lecture", think I'm a goner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was physics lecture, which I have no idea where it was again. I thought I was smart by following the crowd, and I did end up at the building. Sat through the entire Physics lecture, took the lecture notes, almost fell asleep several times again.... Then just now talked to Weili's friend, she said that her physics lecture different from mine, said that hers was in Lyle Theatre. Oh My Freaking God!!!!! That's the lecture theatre I went! Then I went to look at the lecture notes I took, CRAP!!! I ATTENDED THE WRONG LECTURE!!!!!! ARGH!!!!!!!! But can't blame me, I can't respond well in the morning. It's the stupidest thing that ever occurred to me in school sia! But damn funny, buahhaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow got 1 hr lecture only, woo hoo! Hope I don't go to the wrong class again..... Till then, have fun in SMU, NUS and NTU guys!!! Jimz, out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Song of the Post - Tears and Rain by James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(P.S. The previous untitled post seemed to have caused quite some concern, but rest assured guys, I'm ok. If I'm not wrong, only 1 or 2 people know where I got my inspiration from. Go figure, hee!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114103643355233334?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114103643355233334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114103643355233334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114103643355233334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114103643355233334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/02/jimzs-great-adventure-in-school.html' title='Jimz&apos;s Great Adventure In School!!!'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114088366469868892</id><published>2006-02-26T02:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T03:14:13.160+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I locked my heart away, and threw the keys away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But fate had to be so cruel sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You, of all people, found the key to my deepest thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Just like that, you played me like a ragged doll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ripped my heart out and tore it apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;If that was not enough, you put it back together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Only to rip it into a million pieces again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But I will not hate you, nor will I tell you how much I'm hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;For you will never understand the pain I feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Everytime you smile at me and think that everything is alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Stab my heart a thousand times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Stab my heart a million times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I do not mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Because it is YOU who is doing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I hurt so you can be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Song of the Post - Teardrop by Massive Attack Feat. Portishead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114088366469868892?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114088366469868892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114088366469868892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114088366469868892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114088366469868892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/02/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114078208376378003</id><published>2006-02-24T22:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:50:03.970+11:00</updated><title type='text'>First Birthday in Melbourne... Think It's Time I Signed Up In A Retirement Home....</title><content type='html'>It's been a 2 days since my birthday, I feel damn bloody old.... Can't believe I turned 22 on the 22nd of February 2006! So many 2s, but not much significance... The only special about this year's birthday is that it was spent overseas, and I got presents from my sis and mum, buahahaa! A huge tennis ball and Scrat, the Ice Age Mouse! Damn cool lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/bday%20presents%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/bday%20presents%281%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This is Scrat! Seems Familiar? The ball behind is a huge tennis ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last week, finally got a new mobile phone, my dream phone, Motorola V3X!! Better than Weili's, and cheaper too! haa! Think it's cheaper than Singapore's.... For those who still haven't gotten my new number, please sms my old number, and I will update you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/Hp%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/Hp%281%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school last Thursday and Friday for International Students' Briefing, total waste of time! They were talking to us about putting on seat belts when driving, and who to call when you're on the verge of dying.... Could have slept longer lor! Den saw the international students that were taking vet science, come from Malaysia, Taiwan, Thailand, South Africa and of course , Singapore. Ben's friend came up to say hi sia, I was damn shocked lar.. Dunno who Weili's friend look like... Everyone was mingling with others, I sit at the back with my sis and relak on corner, haaa! Too early in the morning to make friends lar, damn tiring to smile and say hi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than those two days, there wasn't anything interesting going on, everyday wake up, then go out for lunch, help my mum to carry furniture and groceries, come home and sleep, wake up in the evening for dinner, eat ice cream, and come home surf net till 3 in the morning. Damn bloody slack! Keep staring at my Algae balls, MARIMO, and although they don't move, but boy are they fascinating! Right now they're the only things keeping me entertained.... Gion, my Marimo tank nicer than your Chicken Essence bottle, buahahahaha! Urs bigger now? My algae balls are actually growing sia! I think yours are pirated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/marimo%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/marimo%281%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Those 2 green balls beside the plastic fish, MARIMO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Heard that the Brat Pack are going Changi Beach today, shucks.. First time all of them going east side, think they are having fun at the beach sia, especially Paul.... Can bleed.... Sigh, school's gonna start in a few days, yet everything is still so disorganized, timetable still not settled, home stuff also not settled, just wanna sleep all day long or stare at the clouds float by..... wanna play mahjong..... wanna go MOS.... wanna go chill out..... wanna sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so old.... anyone know of a good retirement home for me to stay? Must sign up already.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Song of the Post - You and Me Song by the Wannadies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114078208376378003?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114078208376378003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114078208376378003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114078208376378003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114078208376378003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-birthday-in-melbourne-think-its.html' title='First Birthday in Melbourne... Think It&apos;s Time I Signed Up In A Retirement Home....'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114044927337133487</id><published>2006-02-21T02:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T22:21:12.923+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Still building and unpacking..</title><content type='html'>It's been a week since I came here, right now still trying to fix up IKEA furniture, feel like Bob the Builder... back aching, fingers pulsating, muscles growing, buahhaaa! Birthday in 2 more days, my first birthday overseas.... doesn't feel any different, just feel older... another year closer to signing into a retirement home. Right now still no internet, so no new pics, but have patience, the pictures will be up real soon, when my ADSL is up and running! In the mean time, continue writing stories on my tagboard, damn bloody funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/room%20%20%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/room%20%20%281%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;My room.... also known as IKEA kid's display showroom.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/apartment%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/apartment%20pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;                                              My Apartment, also known as IKEA showroom....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Song of the Post - Spin by Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114044927337133487?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114044927337133487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114044927337133487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114044927337133487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114044927337133487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/02/still-building-and-unpacking.html' title='Still building and unpacking..'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114027281031712303</id><published>2006-02-19T01:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T01:26:50.323+11:00</updated><title type='text'>So many blogs!!!!</title><content type='html'>Just realised that alot of people have blogs! Went to see their blogs, and realised that compared to their blogs, mine's like crap!  One thing i noticed among all the blogs is that they don't mention names of their friends, and they are very deep.... like "scratch-head" deep......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henceforth, I'll like everyone who've seen my blog to give me comments, whether I should continue using real names in my blog, or whether it should have deep stuff, and suggest on how I can improve on my blog, so can thrash Dawn, muahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Song of the Post - Bat Country by Avenge Sevenfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114027281031712303?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114027281031712303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114027281031712303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114027281031712303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114027281031712303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-many-blogs.html' title='So many blogs!!!!'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114014867407656260</id><published>2006-02-17T14:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T18:08:16.893+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute To The Brat Pack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/paul%20sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/200/paul%20sleeping.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;b style=""&gt;Once upon a time… there was a small boy called Paul…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; and he liked to play with his organ. He died… and&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; reincarnated into a man named Jimson with purple and blonde hair. He wanted to play with his… gals (e.g. his&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; eye candy from arts). They went to play tennis together. While playing… he turned back into Paul… and died again…. To be continued…&lt;/b&gt;” – This was what the Brat Pack concocted for me as a farewell gift, such a story will give J.K. Rowling and Terry Brooke a run for their money any day man! Haa!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;For those who are still scratching their balls and wondering what the heck I’m talking about, let me clarify everything for you. The BRAT PACK, is a gang of NUS “misfits” brought together as miraculously as the creation of man. Consisting of the Jon, Weili and Ian (The Hoon Kee Trio), Chiawen and Geri (the Banshee Duo), Ben (the crowd control), Paul and me (the blue tennis shirt brothers). We strike fear into the hearts of every lecturer, and creating mass destruction and leaving behind a trail of broken hearts and vomit (only Geri). Haa!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Never in a million years would I imagine myself being so close to a bunch of people who have nothing in common with me when I entered NUS. Most of my friends said NUS isn’t a place to make friends, but after only 1 semester in that hell hole, I beg to differ. Most people would hang out with friends from the same school or OG, but we all came from different schools, and different OGs, some of us didn’t even have an OG… and yet, we still managed to form such a strong bond and forming such dynamics among ourselves. We made every outing feel like a celebration, even common dinners feel like we were celebrating someone’s birthday. There was always laughter, dares, games, drunkenness and vomit (you guys should know who). &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Although we played real hard, we studied real hard too. The results… err… shan’t talk about it, skali my blog kanna boycott by people. But the fact was that we stand and fall together, even though we barely met for 3 months. We were like a cult, except without no live sacrifices, only sometimes sacrificing Paul just for kicks, haa! &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Now that I’m gone, who knows what’ll happen to the rest? Will the dynamics change? Will there be new members? Will Cellulite eventually join them? Will the curse of the Singlehood within the Brat Pack ever be broken? To answer these questions, stay tune to the next episode of THE BRAT PACK……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE CAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/paul%20and%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/paul%20and%20i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/weili%20and%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/weili%20and%20i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Paul (The guy with the blue shirt) and Weili (The ah beng looking guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/ben%20and%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/ben%20and%20i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/ian%20and%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/ian%20and%20i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ben (The skinny dude) and Ian (The cool dude)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/paul%2C%20jon%20and%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/paul%2C%20jon%20and%20i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/geri%20and%20i%20II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/geri%20and%20i%20II.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jon (The beefcake) and Geri (The cool gal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/chiawen%20and%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/chiawen%20and%20i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Chiawen (The Glam Gal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Song of the Post - Good Life by Francis Dunnery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114014867407656260?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114014867407656260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114014867407656260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114014867407656260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114014867407656260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/02/tribute-to-brat-pack.html' title='A Tribute To The Brat Pack'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114014858867118651</id><published>2006-02-17T14:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T14:12:09.246+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2… still no internet…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its 12.09 in the morning right now, but only 9.09 in the evening over in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Sandman has given his goodnight kiss to everyone but me, I’m listening to my itunes and updating my blog for my loyal fans to read. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Yesterday was seriously tiring, had to carry 10 luggages to my apartment, then the unpacking commences all the way into the evening. Right now, I’ve almost finished decorating my room, looks pretty cosy and weird, just the way I like it. Got Chiawen’s Voodoo doll hanging on my lamp, Luyi’s conical flask on the table, Shuwen’s huge pen in the conical flask, Gion and Kimi’s funny looking plush on the table. The bed’s excellent, super soft blanket and bolsters, feels just like sleeping on a cloud. The fact that I drooled in my sleep last night shows how well I’ve adapted to my new room. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Went to IKEA today to get more furniture, you guys won’t believe it, but I think I saw Dawn Yeo, the famous blogger. Don’t know if it’s really her, but I overheard her Singaporean accent, and her face’s pretty hard to miss. The last time I heard, she was studying in the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, but I saw her and her family, I presume, scouting for furniture, I think she’s studying here now, maybe in my school. Eh, Jon, Weili and Ian, you guys must be damn pissed right now, NUS no Dawn, only got Pokemon. I shall reserve my comments about her, I think you all already know what I think of her, haa! &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Smsed my friends just now, so good to hear from them again, seems like they’re doing fine without me, basket… Right now still no internet, so I can’t scold them…. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Have to wake up early tomorrow, the cable guy’s coming to set up the phone line, will update you peeps with my new number, but I’m still keeping my old number, so you can still sms me anytime. Ok, off to bed, drool time begins….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song of the Post - Open Up by Korn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114014858867118651?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114014858867118651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114014858867118651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114014858867118651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114014858867118651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-2-still-no-internet.html' title='Day 2… still no internet…'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-114014850133221385</id><published>2006-02-17T14:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T16:54:02.823+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Farewell That Was Long Overdue….</title><content type='html'>&lt;st1:date month="2" day="13" year="2006"&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date month="2" day="13" year="2006"&gt;13 Feb 2006&lt;/st1:date&gt;, the day has finally arrived. Instead of sending off friends and loved ones, it’s now my turn to play the role of waving to them from the other side of the departure gate. It seemed like yesterday when I was sending Noel to Adelaide, which was 2 years ago, and I ranted to my friends about how long more I had to stay here in this “sunny island” before I could join the ranks of the fortunate few who escaped Singapore’s “ever-changing” educational system. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In the afternoon, met up with Ning one last time, had to keep my promise I made to her, haa.. Hey gal, must come over soon k? After visiting your bro in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Sydney&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, then come over, very near only, it’s like travelling from Clementi to Orchard, haa! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After meeting her, then had to rush home to do some final packing, and then hugged my most precious Chuppabelly (my chinchilla) one last time before I left for the airport in the evening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My cousins came to send us off, went to Crystal Jade for a while before people start calling me. Paul, your acting damn bad sia, Ian’s acting better, you need to learn from him, then next time you can try on HER. Was walking down the escalator to meet my JC peeps at BK, then I saw a horde of Banshees moving towards me. I kept motionless and silent, but still fell prey to their infamous shrieks. People of Life Science, beware of Geri and Chiawen…. Ahahaaa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We all went to BK, and I was busy running between the JC peeps table and the NUS table, but damn fun, haaa! I’m so touched that so many people actually came to see me off, wasn’t really expecting anyone in the first place. Thank you guys! Every single one of you is the reason why I remain sane and non-suicidal for so long. With buddies like you all, who needs friends?! Haa! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/paul%27s%20funny%20face1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/NUS%20peeps%20III%20%281%29.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/NUS%20peeps%20III%20%281%29.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, had to board the plane. Saw many sad faces, some with envy, some with anger and jealousy. The presents you guys gave me were superb, damn touched… &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now, I’ll give my last few comments to each and every one of you. First the JC PEEPS… Gion, better get into Dean’s List when I get back! Yuki, pay money! You Wei, see PHYSIO! Or else, row boat halfway you see your arm in the water. Fuwen, drive more often, more parking sucks, haa! Kimi, train less, Gion cannot catch up! Tze Ying, jump more, then can grow taller. Oh yar, and don’t miss your only tennis sparring partner too much k? Luyi, help me steal more lab equipment can? The conical flask cannot put a lot of stationery. Haa! Shuwen, Darius not bad lar, he dance at Chingay quite sexy, can consider. Sean Smeally Kong, your stomach damn big! Justin, go fer her, the one with the vulgar name. Ok, if I forgot anyone, thousand apologies!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/JC%20gang%20group%20photo%20%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/JC%20gang%20group%20photo%20%281%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next, the NUS BRAT PACK!!! You guys really made NUS a hell of an experience fer me! Really miss you guys man! Ok, Weili, quit smoking, Remember our deal? Chiawen, please stock up on your chill pills! Jon, take care of Paul, your son sia.. Geri, please please please don’t get drunk… seriously… Ian, don’t show your vodka bottles to Geri. Ben, must provide order in the group, they all crazy already. Deb, your eye candy says hi. Germain, u train up your tennis, challenge you when I come back. Caroline, although I dun really know you, but u seem well suited to be a member of the BRAT PACK. Take over me, haa! Last but not least, Paul DA MAN! You better study hard and do well sia, or else the guys are gonna give you a wedgie from hell, den I’ll get all your spare tyres to roll over you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/1600/the%20brat%20pack%20II.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/the%20brat%20pack%20II.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Paul's glowing family jewels!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, the Cheese Cake Gang! Sean Spencer aka Paulz the Ballz aka Spencer Lee Lip Sing aka a lot of other things…. Pang seh lor, you owe me a haagen Dazs fondue…. Maggot Lao Cheese Mei, pang seh also lor! QG, jam again when I come back!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Last but not least, Raine Raine, yudan setsu ni ikou! Train hard!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ok, seeya all real soon, don’t miss me too much! Jimson, out!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Song of the Post - Heard Em' Say by Kanye West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-114014850133221385?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114014850133221385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=114014850133221385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114014850133221385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/114014850133221385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/02/farewell-that-was-long-overdue.html' title='The Farewell That Was Long Overdue….'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-113973810567825559</id><published>2006-02-12T20:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T21:00:00.543+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"Game, Set, Match" ... One More Time...</title><content type='html'>Just woke up not long ago, damn sleepy sia.... kept drooling on my pillow, have to flip the pillow many times to find any available dry spots to lie on. Justin called at like 1 plus, talked to him for about half an hour, listening to him pour his sorrows to me, then immediately went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis last evening was cool man, haven't played quality tennis in a while! Went to Aaron's place to play, sparred with Fuwen and Kia. Fuwen, keep it up, u getting alot better, compared to when we first played with u. I think now u are 3rd seed, after me and kia, haa! We took turns playing with sweet lil' Ying, her tennis also not bad, at least can hit back, but don't have to run for the balls, just walk and hit back. Got one point i almost fell alseep, haa! (sorry gal! joking!) Aw You Wei, my best tennis buddy, only he can make me play seriously, haa! Eh dude, must keep on training tennis other than kayaking, then when I come back can qie again. Your organic chem gone liao, so focus on tennis, more important, haa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tennis, went to meet up with NS buddies at Swensen's, and as usual there was an exchange of food between Paulz The Ballz and Cheese - sugar, salt, cherry, wet tissue, cheese's mucus (wanton), dry tissue, water were flying through the air, and urs truly was smacked right in the middle of the aerial bombardment as usual... but it was fun lar, haa! After swensen's, we roamed the quiet streets of orchard like aimless delinquents, trying to find a place to chill. In the end, we decided to go home, 'cause it's already 2 in the morning.. and Paulz the Ballz already turned into a pumpkin after 12, haa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I shall take it easy, chill out at home and do some final packing before mum bites my head off. Heading out for dinner soon, shall sign off now.... Jimson, out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. from now on, for every post, I will intro a song which all of you must download and listen, otherwise I'll break your necks! Buahhh! And if you want your photos on this blog, send them to me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Song of the post - Photo by Ryan Cabrera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-113973810567825559?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113973810567825559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=113973810567825559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/113973810567825559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/113973810567825559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/02/game-set-match-one-more-time.html' title='&quot;Game, Set, Match&quot; ... One More Time...'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-113964655116837392</id><published>2006-02-11T19:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T05:55:17.310+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Few Suppers in Singapore...</title><content type='html'>Although the number of people who left a message on the tag board was less than the number of fingers on ONE hand, I'll just assume that ALOT of people actually read my blog, but are either too lazy to leave a message or dunno how to. Hence, with no further a do, I hereby declare that headfullofshit.blogspot.com is officially open for viewing! Now.... what should I start with... Ok, it's come down to just 2 days before I fly off, so I've been real busy this past 2 weeks. Packing my bags is such a hussle, have to bring my bolsters, because Aussie doesn't have bolsters (they clamp their arms between their legs to sleep), 8 pairs of shoes from Japan (long story), my wardrobe full of clothes, my figurines to decorate the room, tennis equipment and lots of other crap, I think the luggages will exceed weight limit man! shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/shoes%21%21%21.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Check out the number of shoes i have to bring!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/packing%20up.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;What a hassle packing!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides packing, I've been out real late almost every night meeting up with buddies! Hmmm.. let me try to remember what happened this week....ok, i played tennis with paul on tuesday at NUS, had to find available courts because most of them were taken up by the secondary school gals for their inter-school competition. Eh Paul! Next time I play with u, I think I bring gals along, then u will be serious! Basket, with gals around u play like Hewitt, without them, you play like sharapova! But can't blame my bro, he's still growing, haa! Tuesday night, my JC buddies jio me to Sempang Bedok for prata, damn touched that alot of people went! Even Justin (small piece of holy shit) was there, haaa! Thanks u guys for eating prata with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday.... oh yar, had dinner with Weili, Paul and Chiawen to discuss chalet stuff, but in the end no chalet, as usual. Nothing has ever come out right for the NUS peeps, haa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Luyi on Thursday for like 2 hours and ate a huge container of tiramisu (thanks gal!) , after that met Raine fer like 5 min (remind me to buy mint chocolates fer u), den MAHJONG session with the JC gang! Woo HOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to NUS on Friday for some stupid withdrawal interview, I think they trying to get me to stay, don't wanna lose scholar-material student, buaaha! But I rejected the professor, asked him to eat my shit! In the evening, joined the NUS gang for dinner and chilling out session at Haagen Dazs! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/jon%20and%20geri.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jon and Geri (they look soooo happy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/me%20and%20paul.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Paul's Da MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/me%2C%20chiawen%20and%20paul.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, we went Geri's hall to play mahjong, cards, watch Final Destination (my left ear slightly deaf, thanks to a particular someone's screams..) and drink disgusting Citron vodka and Baileys...eeeeee.... Stayed there till like 3 plus in the morning, ate prata before I went home, damn tired... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/2241/320/hall%20gathering.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Playing in Hall, damn happening....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a hectic week I've been having, but kinda like it because I wun be seeing you folks for like 3 to 4 months, no mahjong sessions and seeing Justin and Yuki lose until must take off pants, no chilling out sessions with the NUs peeps and seeing a particular someone merlion and throwing things around, no more tormenting a particular ang moh till he screams for mercy, no more funny tennis with my tennis buddies... damn... can all of u just join me there? there's nothing over here tat's fun.. if only weili won the 10 million last nite, den everyone can go alr! Ok, shall end my first post here, gonna play tennis with my tennis buddies later, think its gonna be another long nite, haa! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-113964655116837392?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113964655116837392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=113964655116837392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/113964655116837392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/113964655116837392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-few-suppers-in-singapore.html' title='Last Few Suppers in Singapore...'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22078800.post-113930684651515537</id><published>2006-02-07T21:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:07:26.523+11:00</updated><title type='text'>testing testing 1 2 3....</title><content type='html'>This is just a test to see who would sctually read my blog. If the response is good, I might actually consider updating my daily life in Aussie fer all my peeps to see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22078800-113930684651515537?l=headfullofshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113930684651515537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22078800&amp;postID=113930684651515537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/113930684651515537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22078800/posts/default/113930684651515537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headfullofshit.blogspot.com/2006/02/testing-testing-1-2-3.html' title='testing testing 1 2 3....'/><author><name>sane psycho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658438781092587190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
