<?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-8407328227297190912</id><updated>2011-08-03T03:10:33.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claudia's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>519</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-5973503745706862340</id><published>2010-04-27T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:08:32.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHYWHYWHYWHYWHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weblogs.baltimoresun.com/entertainment/dining/reviews/blog/PlainWToppingsnew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 362px;" src="http://weblogs.baltimoresun.com/entertainment/dining/reviews/blog/PlainWToppingsnew.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats frozen yogurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-5973503745706862340?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/5973503745706862340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=5973503745706862340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5973503745706862340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5973503745706862340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/04/whywhywhywhywhy.html' title='WHYWHYWHYWHYWHY'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-6934114025411672817</id><published>2010-04-23T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:44:23.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How long has it been?</title><content type='html'>I swear I haven't logged into blogger for the longest time. &lt;div&gt;I finally have because I have 20 minutes to waste before I start studying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also because I'm sick. Home and somewhat alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh shit I was supposed to paint my nails. Let's just wait. Because maybe I'll change my mind. But then I haven't had painted nails for a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nose is blocked, and that sucks, obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School has been stressful because well.. T is being weird. So are the other teachers anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raccoon, BS Williams, CY, and everyone else. But Mrs Chan is cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What should I talk about? I don't know I don't like doing this anymore. Because it's getting boring since no one reads it anymore. Which makes it look like I'm talking to myself on the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should go write a letter now. I have 15 minutes. Alright bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Note to self : Remove the weird show luo clock thing.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-6934114025411672817?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/6934114025411672817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=6934114025411672817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6934114025411672817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6934114025411672817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-long-has-it-been.html' title='How long has it been?'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-409863058415248342</id><published>2010-03-30T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:21:14.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shortage of brains.</title><content type='html'>I feel like closing this down.&lt;div&gt;I don't have the time for it, and I'm losing the interest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it's bound to happen, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already hit 500 posts, surely this can't continue till I'm 30? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I said that I had a commitment to this blog, but everything's just changing now and I don't see myself blogging as often as before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's been nothing but full of shiet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The teachers couldn't be bothered about the class anymore, because we're nothing but hooligans that only care about fun. Most importantly, they're not trying to hide their distaste for the people in class. "If you don't want to hand up work you don't have to." May seem like a small remark to some, but it kinda hurts. Kinda means that she has lost her patience for the class. And she used to be the one that would try her best to motivate us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another teacher doesn't even want to greet us anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason this is really getting to me. I don't like working in an environment where I know that everyone is upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-409863058415248342?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/409863058415248342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=409863058415248342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/409863058415248342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/409863058415248342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/03/shortage-of-brains.html' title='Shortage of brains.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-929167004428097623</id><published>2010-03-26T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:59:39.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIET :D</title><content type='html'>It's a friday so I demand that I take a break.&lt;br /&gt;This week has suckeddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-929167004428097623?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/929167004428097623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=929167004428097623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/929167004428097623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/929167004428097623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/03/shiet-d.html' title='SHIET :D'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-219972061958061885</id><published>2010-03-08T18:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:15:40.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/S6n9P0ISR9I/AAAAAAAAApo/XxrLjvqouOw/s1600/Bros+%3C3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/S6n9P0ISR9I/AAAAAAAAApo/XxrLjvqouOw/s400/Bros+%3C3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452167272041957330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too fast paced. Wake up, go to school, do homework, sleep. &lt;div&gt;No time for other things. Well maybe there's a little bit. But still not enough. But then again it all boils down to TIME MANAGEMENT. Which I lack. Another thing I lack? SLEEP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Start lying down on the bed at 11.30. SMS and go online with iPhone. Sleep at 1. Wake up at 5.30. That's 4 1/2 hours of sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then every morning when I wake up and regret what I did the night before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School today was alright? PE was mad crappy because of the 5 rounds and the weird LBH's guide to improvising on your 5 items. FAIL. Because the measurements were all wrong. Muhahah LBH you are fail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geog was spent stoning for half the lesson and only "waking up" when Chan Mali Chan started on a new topic. I didn't like Chinese lesson today. Whoops? Sorry Cai Yun. I was struggling to keep awake during math but I survived. CONCISE IS MATH SURVIVOR. Boomer's lesson was spent writing chemical formulas and finding common multiples of the charges. :/ TPC with Sliced Apple was alright. At least we didn't get Old T. If not she would be all invasion and asking us multiple questions about life. At least Sliced Apple is half blur. That's cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bowling. Is. Tiring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After writing this, I have concluded that life is not that bad, it's just hectic. So I'm happy and there is no need to become suicidal, or cut myself with paper like *cough*natasha*cough*tan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-219972061958061885?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/219972061958061885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=219972061958061885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/219972061958061885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/219972061958061885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-too-fast-paced.html' title=''/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/S6n9P0ISR9I/AAAAAAAAApo/XxrLjvqouOw/s72-c/Bros+%3C3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-6483057856920781988</id><published>2010-02-23T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:39:38.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And you all thought I died.&lt;br /&gt;No. I am not dead. I'm pretty much alive and stalking every shopping mall for my jew hat.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED MAH HAT. &gt;:( I am very cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not talk about my academics because you know I suck :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially in "Claudia is away on vacation and won't be back soon" mode. Which means all I can think of me myself and I, enjoyment and fun. Everything else is.. *awkward silence*&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bother to get my iphone working, I didn't bother to do my project, I didn't bother to do anything. Because all I can think of is 12th March, 13th March, and March Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna sleep so badly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8407328227297190912-6483057856920781988?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/6483057856920781988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=6483057856920781988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6483057856920781988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6483057856920781988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-8990040359860860928</id><published>2010-02-19T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:28:09.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SICK OF WAITING</title><content type='html'>I have been patient all my life already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've had enough of waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-8990040359860860928?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/8990040359860860928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=8990040359860860928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8990040359860860928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8990040359860860928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-sick-of-waiting.html' title='I AM SICK OF WAITING'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-5323092055228234558</id><published>2010-02-19T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:24:47.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no life!</title><content type='html'>It's Fryday night and I'm at home blogging. I HAVE NO LIFE YO.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to blog about now. Okay maybe I do. Do I?&lt;br /&gt;So many issues, can't be bothered to answer them. Seriously all I've been getting is S-H-I-E-T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim meet was a mix of fun and crap. Crap because QUEER PEOPLE *COUGH-SEET-COUGHCOUGH-YUNYING-COUGH* give me queer stare when I cheered. Yes you have a problem with me cheering? Better than you, PREGNANT sit there and do math + SMS some queer until phone get confiscated. Sucks to be you. By the way, one more thing. YOUR HAIR IS UGLYYYY. That felt good, bro, GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun part was watching Old T trying to lean over the pool to take the time. Hello you trying to be Olson and wear Big Bird Shirt with street dance 3/4 pants?! MUAHAHHAHAHA. You used to be very active? Like when, bro? When you were in Primary School? MUAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THE MONGOLIAN WAS 100% OBSCENE. Dude keep your shirt on. Want to swim? Wear full suit, bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho ho ho. O hell! Common tests! NOOOOO x10.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be studious and study. Well at least try. Make durh effortzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-5323092055228234558?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/5323092055228234558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=5323092055228234558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5323092055228234558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5323092055228234558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-no-life.html' title='I have no life!'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-6046469091232611641</id><published>2010-02-18T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:02:11.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THORY PLEASE DON'T WEAR WHITE.</title><content type='html'>Thory, PLEASE don't wear white. Because it makes us laugh. You know what? Just wear the shirt you wore on the first day. That made you look ok. After that everything went downhill. You know what? Transfer to another school! Spare our eyes, bro! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CKP is mad annoying. She had to extend the deadline for the project just because the rest of the class is lazy and trying to push the limits. TRYING TO BE CORBIN BLEU EH. Get durh big hair first. I have big hair so I get durh rights to do so. "Push it, push it, to durh limit, limit.." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swim meet tmr. Because we're like durh coolest people in MG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-6046469091232611641?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/6046469091232611641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=6046469091232611641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6046469091232611641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6046469091232611641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/02/thory-please-dont-wear-white.html' title='THORY PLEASE DON&apos;T WEAR WHITE.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-8877766190831115504</id><published>2010-02-15T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T23:54:02.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying Cats!</title><content type='html'>Oh ho ho ho. I have no mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Kon just now while stalking fans by reading their blogs, and I came up with this conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the same type of fans.&lt;br /&gt;They speak the same,&lt;br /&gt;AND!&lt;br /&gt;They sing the same praises of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me? Let me jump into one of their shoes. *Gets ready to make the dive*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**NOTE** The following paragraph that you're about to read is NOT the Claudia that has been posting all this while. It's someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just came back frm j8.... soo tireddd!!! met up with my dars, amy-anne, charlene and fion to go see my hubbiex!!!!! he damn shuaiiii can! we wait 4 sooo long.. queue up, kena push arnd by ppl, then queue up somemore. finally wen we see him we is soo happy! he damn handsome, so funny, so cute. omggg! &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;I swear I kept seeing repetitions of this. Same content, going on and on about how they queued up for 7239045 hours just to have him scribble something illegible on their booklets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to get useful research material, but apparently there's nothing much I can read from because reading 2104932590503 is just about the same as reading 1. Which means if I want to get some good material (like what CY calls "xuan cai"), I have to go down into the big black hole. No pain, no gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's change the topic!&lt;br /&gt;I think this year was the worst CNY I've had. Because! The arguement was not in the least bit coherent, and the structure was completely messy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-8877766190831115504?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/8877766190831115504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=8877766190831115504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8877766190831115504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8877766190831115504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/02/dying-cats.html' title='Dying Cats!'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-676198191920477189</id><published>2010-02-14T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T18:20:12.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>歪惨了</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentines' Day!&lt;br /&gt;May you all become 很歪!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-676198191920477189?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/676198191920477189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=676198191920477189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/676198191920477189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/676198191920477189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='歪惨了'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-4434987941249634901</id><published>2010-02-10T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:56:18.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're freaking ironic.</title><content type='html'>I am this tempted to swear at your face now.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to a happy CNY every year and I have to stand this shit from you.&lt;br /&gt;It's my freaking nail polish and I can't use it? Just because you think so highly of your daughter doesn't mean you can look down on me. All you do is JUDGE me and complain about everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;REALITY CHECK. &lt;br /&gt;Your own daughter is like that because all you've done is FORCE AND TORTURE HER.&lt;br /&gt;Make her clean the whole house and don't even let her buy her own clothes, dressing her in korean pastel dresses. WHAT DO YOU THINK SHE IS? BARBIE DOLL?! And you think wearing shirt and shorts is AN OFFENSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR GOD'S SAKE. Get a life you freaking idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to laugh and laugh at me, insult whatever I wear, JUST BECAUSE I HAVE MORE OF A LIFE THAN YOUR DAUGHTER SLAVE DOES. I'm telling you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CHOOSE WHAT I WANT TO WEAR, HOW I WANT TO BEHAVE, AND WHAT I WANT TO DO. I AM NOT CONTROLLED BY YOU. I HAVE A FREAKING LIFE OF MY OWN TO LEAD AND I DO NOT NEED YOU TO BE AROUND TO DISCRIMINATE ME AND JUDGE ME FOR WHO I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST BECAUSE OF YOU I'M LABELED "THE TROUBLEMAKER" BY EVERYONE AROUND ME. AND THE BEST PART IS, YOU JOIN IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I have bad attitude, Oh I get angry easily. Oh I'm just PMSing, Oh I'm not fit to be related to you because I don't walk around wearing lace and red."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK HERE YOU IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if someone was discriminating you all the time? Wouldn't you feel annoyed too? On second thought, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE TOO UGLY AND TOO STUPID TO THINK ABOUT HOW PEOPLE FEEL ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;ALL YOU'RE CAPABLE OFF IS GOSSIPING AND MAKING FUN OF PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said all I can think off and I'm still not calmed down. This is how annoyed you make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-4434987941249634901?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/4434987941249634901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=4434987941249634901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4434987941249634901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4434987941249634901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-freaking-ironic.html' title='You&apos;re freaking ironic.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-6096140150392519724</id><published>2010-02-09T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:40:48.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thorlock Tuesdays :DD</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Thorlock Tuesday. &lt;div&gt;Thory wear purple &gt;:( And I saw an attempt to act cool and professional by wearing specs. In pink or purple. FAIL I TELL YOU. At least better than Monday act cute wear baby blue and queer looking grey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merchant of Venice is way cool. Other than the disturbing scenes. I WANT TO LAUGH AT SHYLOCK. "Mock at my gains!" "O, my daughter! O, my ducats!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man I love the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ho ho ho happy birthday to Jia Ning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-6096140150392519724?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/6096140150392519724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=6096140150392519724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6096140150392519724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6096140150392519724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/02/thorlock-tuesdays-dd.html' title='Thorlock Tuesdays :DD'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-578398665778999737</id><published>2010-02-08T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:58:04.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired of this. Don't make me do this.</title><content type='html'>Today was the worst day I've had in 2010 so far. &lt;div&gt;I feel tired and useless now, it's like I can't do anything right at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick of trying to please everyone around me. I try my best, and most of the time it doesn't work out. Like the notice board. I'm trying my best to work on it and the class doesn't give a shit. I know it looks like crap. And like I'm freeloading everyone's effort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now come history. I'm supposed to get the class into groups, and I got angry at everyone. I can't even get something as simple as that done? It's not that hard to do actually. I'm not going to blame the class for anything because after thinking about it, I think it was actually mainly my fault. I should have done it earlier to save everyone from this big mess. The list is submitted, and I made an enemy out of at least 5 people in class. Not exactly what I was planning for this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried so hard to get their attention, Mrs Lam got angry during lesson because I wasted 5 mins of her lesson time. And then everyone was arguing about the groupings. Is it my fault that the class is in such a big mess or what? I don't get it. Why is it that every job that I have to get done seems so hard to complete? Is it just me? If other people why can't I do so? Am I that useless? Am I meant to do everything wrong? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-578398665778999737?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/578398665778999737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=578398665778999737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/578398665778999737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/578398665778999737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-tired-of-this-dont-make-me-do-this.html' title='I&apos;m tired of this. Don&apos;t make me do this.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-6996197309548662688</id><published>2010-02-05T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:39:40.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Day</title><content type='html'>Crazee day today.&lt;br /&gt;Washing Grandmother's house, scrubbed all the pots and pans. But I wore gloves so my hands are not affected. "I will dip this glove man, in the toilet man, and duurly beech slap you, so you can taste my own poo, from dah glove."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read Jia Ning's blog about her wonderfully wonderful dream about Shinee. And I think it's unfair. Why does she get such nice dreams and all I get are the weirdest dreams on earth? They all involve me running and hiding, or getting a big shock. *Annoyed face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why. It's because my REAL life is fulfilling enough, so I don't need any good dreams to please myself. But for Jia Ning.. Haha. IN YOUR FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found a decent looking skin. There was actually one with brighter colours but I was afraid that I would blind my readers, so I used this one instead. Like it? No? Too bad. I like it. And I'm supporting Gab can. Yellow Yellow Dirty Fellow. Muhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Yes my headers are Chonny quotes. Because I'm that cool. Fine Chonny is cool. Because his videos are cool.&lt;br /&gt;Although I think that Gab is going mad because I keep reciting lines from his videos. Oh and I did it that day and some chinese teacher gave me queer looks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-6996197309548662688?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/6996197309548662688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=6996197309548662688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6996197309548662688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6996197309548662688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/02/mad-day.html' title='Mad Day'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-2270854483481481656</id><published>2010-02-05T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:28:52.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally have some time to breathe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/S2wHc0-T0PI/AAAAAAAAApY/_i4gYGbmLgA/s1600-h/QUEER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/S2wHc0-T0PI/AAAAAAAAApY/_i4gYGbmLgA/s400/QUEER.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434727042167066866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What? I post what I like up here. My blog. Ah Patto FTW! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-2270854483481481656?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/2270854483481481656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=2270854483481481656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2270854483481481656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2270854483481481656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-finally-have-some-time-to-breathe.html' title='I finally have some time to breathe.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/S2wHc0-T0PI/AAAAAAAAApY/_i4gYGbmLgA/s72-c/QUEER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-5029610582576728265</id><published>2010-02-03T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:23:45.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will make a proper entry.</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a very formal entry. And a very informative one at that. Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to be abstract and random. Like some artist.&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why recently my posts have abrupt endings, it's because I sign in, determined to make a good solid post, type one or two paragraphs, get distracted. When I finally come back to the page I lose the motivation to continue and end with some line. Now you know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should we talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;PE! Because MS made us run 4 rounds because someone decided to hide while we were all being diligent on the track. I'm not going to name the person because love is patient, love is kind so I'll not be mean. I would have never ever thought of hiding. I mean like how to hide? You can't hide anywhere! Maybe the toilet. But surely you would get caught? Haha. But the extra rounds weren't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography was a blur because all I can remember is population pyramids and greying population. Oh Mrs Chan's cardigan like thing was nice. The colour of her skirt was nice too haha.&lt;br /&gt;Better than Old Chong who wore like queer flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CY class was damn weird because we kept laughing. I guess that was fun? But we were all hungry so we didn't really care. Which reminds me that I didn't bring my textbook back to learn ting xie. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math with Mrs Chen was filled with crossing over and purple ink. Oh yeah one thing, Mrs Chen's fingers creep me out. She tried to explain something to me today and she put her finger on my paper. Her finger had like dried skin and peeled skin I kept looking at it. GROSS. Mrs Chen, can I buy you some finger hats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is slug was weirddddd. She wore that ugly green shirt again with no belt. And didn't even bother to wear an unidentified black thing inside. We could see her black bra man. Damn disturbing. She started on a new topic today, after what seemed like the longest time. Took notes as usual, still a little confused about the content though. I'll do some reading up during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly made us excited for ROCs, nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling was fun but not as fun. Because Amanda was missing. Coach made us do the weird thing "spare one time, add one pin" thingo. But Gab just added any old how. Got chased home after that, so we didn't get a chance to spot thicks at westmall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day I suppose. Old T didn't come, no LA so no diff. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;I feel hungry now. But I can't eat. And I need to work on my sit ups and push ups.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2's tiring, but I need to improve on time management skills. Stop wasting time and stuff like that. I did my math today, and I feel good about it. It's like "Hey, I did my work yo." Work satisfaction. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'm looking forward to is CNY. Don't think we'll go overseas this year, although a drive up to Malaysia would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go. A decent post. I made the effort to do so. And my next goal is to change my blogskin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-5029610582576728265?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/5029610582576728265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=5029610582576728265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5029610582576728265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5029610582576728265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-will-make-proper-entry.html' title='I will make a proper entry.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-3512067636467251776</id><published>2010-02-02T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:59:10.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thory Tuesdays</title><content type='html'>Hello to everyone on a Thory Tuesday :D&lt;div&gt;THORY THORY THORY GO GO GO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THORY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toi lang ooi vietnam! em rang ooi dan! eng hong niu amm tou~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's gonna be my line for the week. Or maybe even longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having mixed feelings about Chinese lessons. I do enjoy it, but I don't like the content that CY teaches. I mean like I don't mind the textbook lessons but I don't like the analysing of the text types and the structure of the text. BORING you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided to make things more fun and tell CY, "xin nian kuai le". Guess what. She thought I was mad. Oh well. So much for being nice. But CY is cool to the max. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else was interesting in school today eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I told CY that I had 8 children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-3512067636467251776?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/3512067636467251776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=3512067636467251776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3512067636467251776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3512067636467251776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/02/thory-tuesdays_02.html' title='Thory Tuesdays'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-6155609254154432254</id><published>2010-01-31T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:08:49.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now you see how busy I am eh.</title><content type='html'>Woah when was the last time I blogged? 25th January. Long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Now you all know how tired I am. I'm blogging now because I don't want to finish up my homework.&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy, homework and school things creeping up my neck. Sleeping late has become part of my routine yo.&lt;br /&gt;And I have to stay back tmr for the noticeboard. NICELY DONE YO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-6155609254154432254?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/6155609254154432254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=6155609254154432254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6155609254154432254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6155609254154432254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/01/now-you-see-how-busy-i-am-eh.html' title='Now you see how busy I am eh.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-6571800293800729099</id><published>2010-01-25T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:24:09.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MADE IT YO.</title><content type='html'>Ah yeah. Score yo. I have made it to the 500th post!&lt;br /&gt;And life is messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PW is messed up because non of the group members bother to put in some effort, keep shooting ideas into my face and annoy me on the whole. Okay maybe not that bad. I'm just stressed about the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice board is messed up because we have to do another one for total defense day. The class won't listen at all, how do you expect me to complete it by next Friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but I just suddenly feel stressed about everything. Like how am I going to get every thing done on time? So many assignments, tests coming and I don't have enough time to get things done. I now have so many thoughts in my head I wish my hands could work faster and type faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only work, there's also personal relationships. Everyone's annoyed at someone, I have no idea how to handle all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for 500th happy posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-6571800293800729099?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/6571800293800729099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=6571800293800729099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6571800293800729099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6571800293800729099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-made-it-yo.html' title='I MADE IT YO.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-5279596991302214941</id><published>2010-01-22T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:12:24.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>499 and I'm about to kill someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have enough problems already but some people can't seem top stop making me feel more stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it make you happier when you see me crumble in a corner? Does that make you want to throw a party? Guess what. I hope you die of a heart attack in front of my face. I'll take your body, prop it on a bamboo pole and parade it around. When I've had my fun I'll just leave it on the floor to rot.&lt;br /&gt;You may think I'm cruel, but after you've seen what you did to me you'll realise I've had it much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. I forgot. You're too busy having the time of your life that you don't see anything else but that thick fat blanket.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8407328227297190912-5279596991302214941?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/5279596991302214941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=5279596991302214941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5279596991302214941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5279596991302214941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/01/499-and-im-about-to-kill-someone.html' title='499 and I&apos;m about to kill someone'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-2017457100918145762</id><published>2010-01-19T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:08:40.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see a mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just did math and I'd thought I'd make a post before I sleep even though I long to get into the air con room.&lt;br /&gt;School's been okay. Everyone in the class is really nice and all, hopefully this lasts all the way to the end of the year. :)&lt;br /&gt;School work's not so good though. Week 3 and we already have all the graded assignments and class tests pouring in, teachers are rushing to get this and that done. TYPHOON!&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to cope with all this, but I really didn't expect everything to fly in so fast.&lt;br /&gt;That's secondary school for you. Speedy and efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had home econs today, shepherd's pie, anyone? Didn't turn out too bad I guess. But I'm starting to feel we don't learn much. Mrs Yue prepares everything for us, and all we do is cut, fry and bake. In my opinion that's not proper cooking. Still, it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back to do up the noticeboard. I had to leave early and stuff, but the rest stayed till 7. I feel guilty because I'm the leader and I'm making them do all the work. I wish I lived nearer school. Or at least make it up to them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They stayed to paint the class verse letter by letter. &lt;/span&gt;That just makes the guilty monster eat me up whole. One more verse to go, but I don't think we'll finish it on time. I'm planning to just touch up here and there, maybe add one or two things to make it look more presentable for judging. Those bits that are not done will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to tell Mrs Chew something important tmr. I have to remember that.&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/8407328227297190912-2017457100918145762?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/2017457100918145762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=2017457100918145762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2017457100918145762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2017457100918145762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-see-mountain.html' title='I see a mountain'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-4564836624336295681</id><published>2010-01-18T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:16:34.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claudia, did you study or not?</title><content type='html'>Man I feel bloated. And my headache is coming back. &lt;div&gt;School was weird today because we didn't have queer for chapel singing. And the pastor tried to promote the bible but no one bring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History was awkward because I nearly fell asleep. We finally ended Chapter One after 2305 lifetimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LA was worse. Mrs Chew was going on and on about summary and I swear I wasn't listening half the time. Whoops. Then she started Merchant of Venice and giving out unknown cola sweet to random people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cai Yun was crazy because or hua er and beijing speech. I forgot my textbook and had to copy the entire text. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LAM BOY was a mix of confusion and fatigue. Lam was droning on and on about reproductive organs and the sister chromatids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHEE-TRA was plain gay. Roll around the hall with weirds, screaming nonsense with POH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoopie. School is... a mix of fun and drone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall go buy the stuff for the notice board now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-4564836624336295681?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/4564836624336295681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=4564836624336295681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4564836624336295681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4564836624336295681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/01/claudia-did-you-study-or-not.html' title='Claudia, did you study or not?'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-4939870362437966874</id><published>2010-01-17T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:06:27.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Nights are the worst thing on earth</title><content type='html'>I am diligently making a post despite the fact that I have Cai Yun work to do. From this you can infer that I have gotten my priorities all wrong. What I need a break from the hard life okay. "Like an oasis in the middle of a jungle."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-4939870362437966874?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/4939870362437966874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=4939870362437966874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4939870362437966874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4939870362437966874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-nights-are-worst-thing-on-earth.html' title='Sunday Nights are the worst thing on earth'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-4179827363580095131</id><published>2010-01-16T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:12:50.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is going to be the last time.</title><content type='html'>I swear. This is the last post that's going to be about you. I'm tired of doing this. I'm just going to blab about what's on the top my head now and forget about you from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could trust you but all you did was make use of me. No, that's not right. YOU STILL ARE. Don't freaking give me all those stupid lines, "You're the only one that can help me now." To be frank with you, I couldn't care less about your life. You have your problems and I'm supposed to help you solve them? Where the hell were you when I needed your help? I don't need you to answer that for me. I can answer that for you. Because I know you too well. YOU WERE ALWAYS BUSY. Busy. Couldn't even spare 5 minutes to talk to me. How many times did I stop whatever I was doing to help you? Countless times. So am I the stupid one for being so foolish or are you that idiot who keeps making use of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always insecure about yourself. You need someone to be there to reassure you. Be it your clothes or whatever you're doing. You're forever relying on someone to do that for you. Ask yourself this. Have you ever done that for anyone? I'll answer that for you again. NO. NEVER. All you did to me was rub it in and make me feel worse. Maybe it's because you insult people to make yourself feel better, gain more confidence? That's the worst thing you could do. Believe me, that does nothing to help you. It just makes you look weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get offended easily. I say something wrong, you throw a fit. I do something wrong, you claim you hate me. Are you the emperor? Am I supposed to live by YOUR rules? I'm not supposed to do this, I can't say that in front of you. No. It doesn't work that way. I do what I like. I don't give a shit about your rules.&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't know, you've said many insensitive things yourself. Or maybe you're blinded by THICKNESS that you didn't realise? I don't blame you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hohoho. This one's gonna make alot of people angry. Should I be kind and spare you from it? NO. You are disgusted by your own ethnicity. What's wrong with being Asian? "Oh your eyes are black. Your hair is black. That's so disgusting. You're not tall enough. That's humiliating." If you're already born like that why not learn how to accept it and not whine about it day and night. Having black hair and black eyes is not a crime. Let's face it. You being born Asian is an INSULT to all Asians who are proud of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more to say about you because SLT is taking effect and it's making me a better person. After I post this, you will no longer affect me. I'm not going to bother about what you do or say to me. You're no longer a part of my life. Goodbye. Enjoy the THICK blanket. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-4179827363580095131?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/4179827363580095131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=4179827363580095131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4179827363580095131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4179827363580095131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-going-to-be-last-time.html' title='This is going to be the last time.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-7660853208765391768</id><published>2010-01-15T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:13:43.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdeh you gettduh chinneh skool</title><content type='html'>Popular sucks. They rather import Lunar New Year songs than what I've been waiting for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-7660853208765391768?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/7660853208765391768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=7660853208765391768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/7660853208765391768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/7660853208765391768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturdeh-you-gettduh-chinneh-skool.html' title='Saturdeh you gettduh chinneh skool'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-1792398013772846201</id><published>2010-01-13T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:00:04.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something wrong with me?</title><content type='html'>It's the fourth day of my second week in school. &lt;div&gt;And I have no solid substance on my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-1792398013772846201?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/1792398013772846201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=1792398013772846201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/1792398013772846201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/1792398013772846201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-wrong-with-me.html' title='Something wrong with me?'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-2902255318680947909</id><published>2010-01-11T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:39:38.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday you get dur math tutor.</title><content type='html'>School was fine today. One hour of history was cool but the whole content was kinda dry so yeah. And Mrs Chen is so slow. Mrs Loh's classes are already on chapter two and we just started on chapter one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LA with TC was weird because all we did was rush through poetry and copy stuff back and forth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My "log book" is decorated and I'm happy. I'm gonna write all my notes in purple ink because I'm cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese was weird because the tea-cher went on and on about zuo wen contexts. She read 3 compositions to the class and I can say with lots of guilt that I nearly fell asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LAM BOY WAS COOL BECAUSE WE LEARNT ABOUT ENDOSPERM. Ok not the endosperm. About DNA replication. Because I am so smart and I took notes. *Gives myself the impressed look.* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SPEECH WITH THE CHITZ-TRAAZ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BORING. Because I am not interested in speech at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently we have to write a poem about school. Which is the last thing I want to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BECAUSE ALL WE DID LAST YEAR WAS ANALYSE POEM AFTER POEM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FROM THE MAGNEEFEECIENT WHITE BULL TO THE BONES! BONES! BONES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I detest poetry. I rather do something boring like analyse the the text of why Percival signed the surrender document. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we're done with SKOOL I shall proceed to rave about random things ranging from white bull to red horse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;more days :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-2902255318680947909?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/2902255318680947909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=2902255318680947909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2902255318680947909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2902255318680947909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday-you-get-dur-math-tutor.html' title='Monday you get dur math tutor.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-2785266202805385951</id><published>2010-01-09T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:12:12.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just going to give up entirely.</title><content type='html'>I am sick and tired of trying to please everyone. Everytime I do that, I end up getting taken advantage of. Everyone just makes a joke out of me, insult me and scold me. Everyone thinks I'm plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;To everyone I'm just a this thing to make fun of. Yeah, keep doing that.&lt;br /&gt;Take advantage of me. I'm not going to care anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-2785266202805385951?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/2785266202805385951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=2785266202805385951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2785266202805385951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2785266202805385951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-just-going-to-give-up-entirely.html' title='I&apos;m just going to give up entirely.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-7033328397547984863</id><published>2010-01-09T09:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:44:41.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>490!</title><content type='html'>I am addicted to chocolate. I need chocolate so badly.&lt;br /&gt;That was random. I meant to make a post about my first week of school yesterday but I was too tired so I just gave some crappy paragraph. Let's redo it since I'm much more awake now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week was alright, and homework has been given, but it hasn't started piling up to the land of no return yet. I have this feeling it will next week. But I'll make sure I'll not let it get out of control. And I need to stop my internet addiction. It's gonna kill me somehow. Common tests are the end of next month, and we haven't started learning much yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math's been fine, I did my homework and handed it up on time. :D Be proud of me because I NEVER ever did math in sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is good. :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-7033328397547984863?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/7033328397547984863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=7033328397547984863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/7033328397547984863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/7033328397547984863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/01/490.html' title='490!'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-8915388406941364099</id><published>2010-01-08T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:56:03.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Friday Night is supposed to be the highlight of the school week. But it's only 11:37 and I'm feeling like a dead dog.&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids are going into shut down mode any moment and this week wasn't even busy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand it. I sleep at 12:45am and the next morning I'm awake like anything. I sleep at 11.45 the next morning it takes half a lifetime to get me off the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I'm not getting enough energy or what?&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered to blog so I'll have a picture distraction.&lt;br /&gt;No it's not weave boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/S0dVd9fskdI/AAAAAAAAApQ/yvpOKSe5Hu0/s1600-h/funny+woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/S0dVd9fskdI/AAAAAAAAApQ/yvpOKSe5Hu0/s200/funny+woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424398249403126226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-8915388406941364099?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/8915388406941364099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=8915388406941364099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8915388406941364099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8915388406941364099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-week.html' title='One week!'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/S0dVd9fskdI/AAAAAAAAApQ/yvpOKSe5Hu0/s72-c/funny+woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-3696816407260948881</id><published>2010-01-06T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:10:16.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This was supposed to be good.</title><content type='html'>It's the 4th day of school and I feel out of place already. The teachers are the epitome of weird, and I have like no idea what's going on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.digitalmediafx.com/Monsters/Gallery/Roz01..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 548px;" src="http://www.digitalmediafx.com/Monsters/Gallery/Roz01..jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing my Chemistry teacher. Nothing can get worse than having a slug for a teacher. She speaks slowly, moves around very slowly too. If only she had a mole like that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LA teacher is weird because she gets distracted by the randomest things ever. How does a horse relate to trekking in Nepal? And she tells us these looooooong stories about her life and delays lesson time. At least Miss Chong knew when to get back on track. "I pranced around..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography teacher seems fine I guess. Although I'm nervous about her verbal note giving. That's going to pose as a challenge for me. How am I going to get down my notes as fast as she speaks? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life science is weird because we got the same teacher and she hasn't changed a bit in one year. All she does is rush everyone and have an insanely annoying voice. AND she said that we won't be using much of the micro pipette this year. I'm secretly happy because I can't pipette up the liquids accurately to save my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math. Guess what? Mrs Chen comes back again with her NUS bag and her big pep talks about the correct attitude and putting in effort. She's gonna give us a content page that we have to "upgrade". "Pay attention at all times or you will have gabs." "I won't throw you at the deep end, I'll bring you from the shallow end to the deep end, so you all must listen and don't have holes in the middle."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PE with Miss Su, she seems a tad nicer I think. She still scares me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History! Not a big impression on the teacher because she only came for a short while and didn't do much so I'm not going say much. But she seems nice. To be frank the history teacher is the last thing I care about because the textbook is most beautiful. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we have PW with the old compressed cardigan Ang Barge/Biblo Ang. I have 5 words for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You. Use. Too. Much. Foundation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't had a lesson with Anti Daughtry yet. But he seems old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese teacher doesn't look too old but she dresses like she's old. And her hair! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I caught Lynette gossiping about PP and I gave her a lecture about how HOT PP is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PP may be mean and all but she's really that cool. I like how she's so direct about everything. And her self contradictory habits are way cute. The whole year she goes "I won't care about you." But she somehow ends up worried about the whole class in the end. Aww. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah that's about all. If I forgot about the teacher it kinda means that I cannot remember her at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-3696816407260948881?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/3696816407260948881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=3696816407260948881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3696816407260948881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3696816407260948881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-was-supposed-to-be-good.html' title='This was supposed to be good.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-6424860630549906437</id><published>2010-01-04T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:26:43.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm high.</title><content type='html'>I promised myself I would blog today. No more broken promises. &lt;div&gt;School has been cool so yeah. I have nothing to post about. Horror of horrors! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my locker today and they gave me some 4th row. DEEGUSTT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-6424860630549906437?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/6424860630549906437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=6424860630549906437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6424860630549906437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6424860630549906437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-high.html' title='I&apos;m high.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-6285799565409553439</id><published>2010-01-02T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T18:39:07.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's coming in 2 days!</title><content type='html'>After 2 months of doing nothing at home all day, we're finally going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not done with Chun Chun homework yet but it's coming along. I'll hand it on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have this gross urge to have resolutions for the year ahead. Why do we only make resolutions every time it's a new year? Why can't we make resolutions as an when we like?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that just like the government can only make new laws every 2 years on the 21st of May?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. I was supposed to talk about school.&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop to getting distracted by the randomest things ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee school. I'm in Secondary 2!&lt;br /&gt;"Cheh! Who cares! It's so in-between-neither-here-nor-there-so-nobody-actually-cares-to-talk-about-it!"&lt;br /&gt;No. I will not let it be "in-between-neither-here-nor-there-so-nobody-actually-cares-to-talk-about-it". MY secondary 2 year will be spectacular. SPECK-TA-CU-LAR I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm going to be 14. And it's an even number. Isn't that supposed to be like a good omen or something? AND. 7x2=14. I went to primary one when I was 7. So this means it's going to be primary 1 PART 2. That means I get to be blur about everything because I'm new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I need to be serious about my homework now. Bye. :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-6285799565409553439?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/6285799565409553439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=6285799565409553439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6285799565409553439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6285799565409553439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-coming-in-2-days.html' title='It&apos;s coming in 2 days!'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-2709719853936766938</id><published>2010-01-01T12:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:39:09.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's new year, cut me some slack.</title><content type='html'>I wonder how long I'm gonna use that as an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;Hee :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo went out to watch Avatar with Amanda Playboii and Gab today.&lt;br /&gt;Gab gave me waay cute presents. :DD Thank you my old cow!&lt;br /&gt;Hee Avatar was cool because the army dudes got flung around and the muscular man got shot with two arrows in his abs. HOW COOL WAS THAT. AND! He died with a happy face!! Ok no it was more of a shocked face. BUT STILL. Yes I'm a sadist. "Eh so sadistic eh you." *Looks away in disgust*&lt;br /&gt;Can I post a picture because I love it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Sz5BLBTPf2I/AAAAAAAAApA/sZv23WcJ2B0/s1600-h/Whe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Sz5BLBTPf2I/AAAAAAAAApA/sZv23WcJ2B0/s200/Whe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421842658984165218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha overload!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-2709719853936766938?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/2709719853936766938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=2709719853936766938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2709719853936766938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2709719853936766938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-new-year-cut-me-some-slack.html' title='It&apos;s new year, cut me some slack.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Sz5BLBTPf2I/AAAAAAAAApA/sZv23WcJ2B0/s72-c/Whe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-484655239725830319</id><published>2010-01-01T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T11:02:31.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year Darling!</title><content type='html'>Well, 2009 is over and we have a whole new to look forward to :D&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel like I love the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;Many people I want to thank this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Gab&lt;br /&gt;GAB IF I COULD DRAG LUCAS TILL TO YOUR HOUSE I TOTALLY WOULD. Because I love you soo much. Thank you for helping me with math. Thank you so much. Thank you with a million Lucas Till hearts. I love you. I would NEVER have completed that topic without you. Well, hope you have a good year ahead. And we'll create havoc for the teachers again! Oh. Thank you for all the weird4 jokes and the daily phone calls too! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Amanda&lt;br /&gt;Lizard Girl! Thank you for putting up with all the weave boy crap this year! And all the fun I've had during the holidays! We're going to get up to more nonsense in class this year, won't we? :DD Have a good year ahead :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Desiree&lt;br /&gt;Haha you're funny. Thank you for giving me the algebra calculator thing, although it didn't work, but I appreciate your help :DD Looking forward to cooking with you next year! :D May we drive Yue crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Jia Ning&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help but laugh at you. Hee. Anyway, thank you for keeping in contact with me despite the fact that you're not in the same school anymore. We still had fun going out, watching old moon and laughing at Jacob Black and his coarse wig! Thank you for entertaining me on MSN, arguing with me over your kpop business :DD Hope we'll have more fun next year, and keep in contact! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Ying Yuan&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you'll read this but I'll post it here anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all those random SMSes with song lyrics and things like "wassap" throughout the year :D Thank you bearing with me during those times when we sat together and my noise annoyed the hell out of you. Thank you for explaining math to me, I still remember one algebra question you helped me with before the exam last year. :DD Haha. May you have the best year ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. :DD&lt;br /&gt;OH I MADE AN ACHIEVEMENT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Sz1lrHmwVnI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ZCkXIC0mLEg/s1600-h/AHH+YEAH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Sz1lrHmwVnI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ZCkXIC0mLEg/s200/AHH+YEAH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421601317874325106" 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/8407328227297190912-484655239725830319?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/484655239725830319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=484655239725830319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/484655239725830319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/484655239725830319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-darling.html' title='Happy New Year Darling!'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Sz1lrHmwVnI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ZCkXIC0mLEg/s72-c/AHH+YEAH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-5976377793666976933</id><published>2009-12-30T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:32:23.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illegal Blogging</title><content type='html'>I'm not supposed to blog because I've way overdue math to do. But I can't focus on algebra and here I am. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;But shouldn't they extend my timing? Since like I'm sick. Concentration levels are all time low when you're sick. No, that's not right. MY concentration levels are all time low everyday. I have short attention span and cannot wait for anyone. Terrible Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm gonna begin math soon. I'm gonna try my best to keep doing it. Damn I hate myself for this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make sure that I do a proper post for 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-5976377793666976933?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/5976377793666976933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=5976377793666976933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5976377793666976933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5976377793666976933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/12/illegal-blogging.html' title='Illegal Blogging'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-6137307154952084894</id><published>2009-12-27T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:56:48.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>How's life been for me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sick and I'm dying trying to solve algebra.&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been posting nothing but random irrelevant rubbish lately, mainly because I can't find anything nice to talk about, or anything that would make people want to read at all.&lt;br /&gt;And I keep going "I'll be back with a decent post soon!", but somehow that never happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-6137307154952084894?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/6137307154952084894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=6137307154952084894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6137307154952084894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6137307154952084894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-1917353570103723669</id><published>2009-12-25T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:27:08.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I clipped my fringe up!</title><content type='html'>Life definitely sucks when you have to sleep early because you're sick.&lt;br /&gt;I have 15 minutes more on the computer and since I have nothing to do I decided to update this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah my life sucks now so just click on the show luo clock thing and play the mints game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-1917353570103723669?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/1917353570103723669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=1917353570103723669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/1917353570103723669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/1917353570103723669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-clipped-my-fringe-up.html' title='I clipped my fringe up!'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-8487399727132453080</id><published>2009-12-24T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:57:02.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melly Melly Christmas</title><content type='html'>Guess what. I'm spending Christmas at home, facing the computer, with a semi blocked nose and a sore throat. Obviously I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired but I don't feel like sleeping. The house is empty and there's no sign of anything Christmas. No tree, no playing of Christmas carols. PATHETHICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still new year's eve. I'll be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-8487399727132453080?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/8487399727132453080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=8487399727132453080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8487399727132453080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8487399727132453080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/12/melly-melly-christmas.html' title='Melly Melly Christmas'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-8847698144441485273</id><published>2009-12-23T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:20:25.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm forced to blog.</title><content type='html'>Because Jia Ning pinned me to the wall and held a gun to my face, said that if I don't blog, she would shoot my brains out. :(&lt;br /&gt;I want to save my brains for next year's history so here I am, with completely nothing to talk about but still forcing myself to come up with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can come up with is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N.O.T.H.I.N.G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-8847698144441485273?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/8847698144441485273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=8847698144441485273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8847698144441485273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8847698144441485273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-forced-to-blog.html' title='I&apos;m forced to blog.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-4470922660996548045</id><published>2009-12-20T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:51:10.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwear Bunny.</title><content type='html'>I have been taking like the longest time to post this. &lt;div&gt;Because every time I tell myself I want to blog, I get sidetracked and eventually never get down to blogging about anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not so busy with random rubbish now, but I have to get started on reading PP's book and do my math. Gab's coming over tmr to help me and that makes things slightly better. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have nothing much to share with the world. Oh. One thing. I bought the hat from Forever 21. Loving it to bits, definitely going back to buy the black one soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-4470922660996548045?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/4470922660996548045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=4470922660996548045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4470922660996548045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4470922660996548045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/12/underwear-bunny.html' title='Underwear Bunny.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-164737508439641069</id><published>2009-12-20T13:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T13:55:48.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNOYYY</title><content type='html'>I may not have time to post that often now because I'll be busy with stuff. Maybe some quick updates here and there once in 2 to 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;Life's been busy for me. Haha yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;Fine that would be a half lie because even though I AM busy, but the THING that I'm busy with is not really important. But it's one of my goals for 2010.&lt;br /&gt;See I have goals. Suckz to those who think I'm a person who has too much time on her hands and goes around talking rubbish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-164737508439641069?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/164737508439641069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=164737508439641069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/164737508439641069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/164737508439641069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/12/annoyyy.html' title='ANNOYYY'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-8309672159277234439</id><published>2009-12-18T08:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:12:30.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weave Boy and other random nonsense.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Syt72MUhNuI/AAAAAAAAAoo/B_IexO8tAuE/s1600-h/Photo0415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Syt72MUhNuI/AAAAAAAAAoo/B_IexO8tAuE/s200/Photo0415.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416559147793594082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel ultimate high. &lt;div&gt;Because I went shopping and there're still so many things I wanna buy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah yeah~ I bought a necklace from FOREVER 21 and did my nailz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The necklace is way cool because I only paid like 7 bucks for it and I like it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my nails were more expensive than the previous time, but I think it's worth it. Hopefully it last longer. Somehow I feel I should have painted black. But I'm happy with purple. Peace out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's bring in some Weave Boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Syt_nreBWVI/AAAAAAAAAow/LWr5DMz44SE/s1600-h/Amanda+loves+gold..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Syt_nreBWVI/AAAAAAAAAow/LWr5DMz44SE/s200/Amanda+loves+gold..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416563296503421266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEAVE. (N)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-8309672159277234439?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/8309672159277234439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=8309672159277234439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8309672159277234439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8309672159277234439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/12/weave-boy-and-other-random-nonsense.html' title='Weave Boy and other random nonsense.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Syt72MUhNuI/AAAAAAAAAoo/B_IexO8tAuE/s72-c/Photo0415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-369308969809329827</id><published>2009-12-16T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:38:48.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early afternoon, very random entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs037.snc3/12454_200981633206_192679198206_3230874_8166104_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 187px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs037.snc3/12454_200981633206_192679198206_3230874_8166104_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stares at Lee Jia Ning in anger. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-369308969809329827?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/369308969809329827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=369308969809329827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/369308969809329827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/369308969809329827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/12/early-afternoon-very-random-entry.html' title='Early afternoon, very random entry'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-6040950131363661635</id><published>2009-12-14T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:01:23.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so lazy to blog.</title><content type='html'>Long day today.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea whether it should be classified as good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be bothered to go into details because everything will be long and boring, and everyone reading will scream "Oh my! Enough Enough!"&lt;br /&gt;It's 1.36 and I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I completely wasted a good 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Not about to cry over spilt milk. Life is too good for me to do that. Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now we need to save people.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;oh yes..&lt;br /&gt;i wanna tell you guys something:D&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i thought of buying Nan Hua Upper Sec school uniform!&lt;br /&gt;not the girls one,the guy's one:D&lt;br /&gt;heehee~&lt;br /&gt;i want to wear to school one day with a show luo hairstyle:D&lt;br /&gt;isnt that just awesome?&lt;br /&gt;then everyone will mistake me for a guy!&lt;br /&gt;dont chase after me girls!!!=P&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Jia Ning. This is just about the WORST idea you can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;You don't just wear GUYS uniform and walk around campus! That's 100% wrong. Even though you're tall enough to pass off as a guy, it's still not possible, much less "awesome".&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't even make me go to the show luo part.&lt;br /&gt;His hairstyle? I'm begging you, don't ever go there. I will not go out with you. Ever. Unless you wear a hat.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder where you get all these stupid ideas from.&lt;br /&gt;That's just as good as getting Mr David to come to school in MG uniform.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you this as a friend. If you're really gonna do that, don't talk to me. Everrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. I hate blogs with music.&lt;br /&gt;It scares the hell out of me. I visit your blog to read about your life, not hear some big korean boyband screaming into my face. It's even worse if you post music videos. That creeps me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. Peace out. Feel like posting a picture. Let's dig for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SyfOsmhSr6I/AAAAAAAAAog/wRiDox4Ct3E/s1600-h/AWWW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SyfOsmhSr6I/AAAAAAAAAog/wRiDox4Ct3E/s320/AWWW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415524342586060706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-6040950131363661635?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/6040950131363661635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=6040950131363661635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6040950131363661635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6040950131363661635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-so-lazy-to-blog.html' title='I feel so lazy to blog.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SyfOsmhSr6I/AAAAAAAAAog/wRiDox4Ct3E/s72-c/AWWW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-6350966984399205222</id><published>2009-12-13T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:08:35.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change.</title><content type='html'>No I'm not doing free promotion for Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about it, and I feel like changing my hairstyle. But at the same time I don't want a repeat of last year's "new haircut" experiment, which is basically ruining my hair altogether.&lt;br /&gt;Not really considering cutting bangs because I'll look ree-dee-cue-lous!&lt;br /&gt;So that means I have to stick with my side parted fringe. I do like it but I wanna change it.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing's for sure, I'm gonna grow my hair long. And make sure it's not in bad condition.&lt;br /&gt;Enough about the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel like changing my wardrobe. And throw away those yucky pieces that I bought on impulse. I have enough jeans, definitely. 4 pairs for a 13 year old. Should be sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;Ah you know what? I'm not gonna do anything drastic for now, maybe buy some shorts and tops that are a tad different from what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor Changes for the new year ahead. How's that? :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I miss Gab. :(&lt;br /&gt;I know Jia Ning's gonna make an issue out of this. Because she's childish.&lt;br /&gt;HPTX tomorrow! Not too excited because Xue Hai Suckz.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my sleep now. Must wake up early tomorrow. And do math. OH SHIT YOU, CHEN BUNZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-6350966984399205222?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/6350966984399205222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=6350966984399205222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6350966984399205222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6350966984399205222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/12/change.html' title='Change.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-3903669742281860591</id><published>2009-12-12T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:43:57.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to post proper things and stop giving 2 liners.</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday and I'm not having fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;Probably because I had too much fun yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I bought much yesterday, but I spent so much.&lt;br /&gt;Those are my Christmas outfits. So I have a right to buy them. *makes peace sign and expects everyone to accept my very valid reason.*&lt;br /&gt;If only I had shoes to match. I'm gonna get them somehow. *begins to plot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show Luo's album is coming out soon and it seems like I'm gonna buy it again.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. I'm gonna WAIT. and not mad grab it like I did last year.&lt;br /&gt;After digging my archives, I found it. 30th December 2008. I spent $30 bucks on a huge green box and with a round green thingy, a book with a man's face on it and finally some black book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2008/12/stuff-i-bought-today-belt-20-plus.html"&gt;CLICK THIS&lt;/a&gt; if you want to read that post. I bought clothes on that day too, but I don't think that's very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda find it a waste of space. Not a waste of money because I DID LISTEN TO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm gonna stop now. Be back later :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-3903669742281860591?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/3903669742281860591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=3903669742281860591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3903669742281860591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3903669742281860591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-to-post-proper-things-and-stop.html' title='I need to post proper things and stop giving 2 liners.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-4483433677120480553</id><published>2009-12-12T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T01:30:06.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy!</title><content type='html'>Unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;I got dragged out today and amazingly bought cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Aww when is Gab coming back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-4483433677120480553?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/4483433677120480553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=4483433677120480553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4483433677120480553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4483433677120480553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/12/busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy!'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-3748140330090225013</id><published>2009-12-10T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:09:49.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm boreddd.</title><content type='html'>Aww Gab's leaving in a few hours and I already feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;Been up to practically nothing this whole week. Other than watch new moon with Jia Ning.&lt;br /&gt;Which was like really random because I don't recall much about it now.&lt;br /&gt;Staying at home doing nothing at all is doing nothing to me but making me drunk and blur about everything.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out and be more productive.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not looking forward to next week. HPTX is going to be sucky, and I won't see Gab. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish time would just stop. Then I could just think about how I'm gonna get my life back in order. I've been dreaming this entire year already and I certainly don't want to do that next year.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm looking forward to being in Secondary 2. My 6th sense tells me drastic changes are gonna happen. Not sure if it's good or bad, but somehow I know it's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current life is as messy as the study room because I haven't cleared out my school books for this year. And I'm gonna buy next year's books soon. Clutter up the entire room. I should just burn the things I don't need and make life easier for everyone in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a sudden writer's block.&lt;br /&gt;Will update if I feel empty again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-3748140330090225013?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/3748140330090225013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=3748140330090225013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3748140330090225013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3748140330090225013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-boreddd.html' title='I&apos;m boreddd.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-3474020359022437841</id><published>2009-12-07T15:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:54:29.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like why am I doing this.</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to say so I'm gonna release my photoshop works of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SxzQplaEITI/AAAAAAAAAoY/hrViTeSa4G0/s1600-h/WOMANLUO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SxzQplaEITI/AAAAAAAAAoY/hrViTeSa4G0/s400/WOMANLUO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412430265027141938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This just looks gross because it's so fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SxzQpHtjWSI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ya8cLTUuEIM/s1600-h/GIRL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SxzQpHtjWSI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ya8cLTUuEIM/s400/GIRL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412430257055815970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You were the one who stole my boyfriend?!" Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SxzQo0SgxEI/AAAAAAAAAoI/myRrPzbWYwA/s1600-h/Girly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SxzQo0SgxEI/AAAAAAAAAoI/myRrPzbWYwA/s400/Girly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412430251842126914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one.&lt;br /&gt;I trimmed his fat eyebrow, gave him eyeliner, coloured eyes, smaller nose, and smaller but thicker mouth. Oh and I darkened his lips. he just looks lamer than before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-3474020359022437841?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/3474020359022437841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=3474020359022437841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3474020359022437841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3474020359022437841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/12/like-why-am-i-doing-this.html' title='Like why am I doing this.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SxzQplaEITI/AAAAAAAAAoY/hrViTeSa4G0/s72-c/WOMANLUO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-7107581890726825343</id><published>2009-12-06T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:33:16.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday night makes me feel tired.</title><content type='html'>I miss Gab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-7107581890726825343?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-6196722398650195321</id><published>2009-12-05T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:09:08.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Replies!</title><content type='html'>Again I have to reply to Jia Ning's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;1.if i sell it on ebay,i have to sell it at a lower price which means that i wont get back the money that i paid for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;its not worth it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;so this statement is wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;2.i want to have my money back!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;even though i will be super happy to see cars running over the show luo face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;but it will be a complete waste of money...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;argh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;regret buying....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;3. ack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;i still have to pay for the postage fee and i cant get my money back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;double loss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;not going to that man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;4.HE IS NOT MY EX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;i dont want to salt the stuff!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;how am i supposed to sell it with salt smell?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;5.i have to buy land and tombstone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;NO WAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;6.cannot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;later i cannot go inside Comics Connection and see my kpop stars!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;thats like a big part of my life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;oh yeah people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;NOW THEY SELL 2PM STUFF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;7. i doubt the guard would like luo stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;i think he wants an ang pao more...:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;8.*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I NEED THE MONEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;so you can see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;money is the issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;if you want to buy it,(that means you,turbs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;please call me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;1. Please stop harping on lower price. It's pretty obvious you're gonna make a loss. You can't expect to sell second hand things at a high price. And my statements are never wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. See you hate him so much! Okay I admit this is not a idea. But stop harping on the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You don't have to post it OMG. You can always go to his events in Singapore and give it to him! Ok, stop harping about the money already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You don't put salt on the stuff because they won't rot. The salt is for his body if you DO decide to kidnap and kill him. Alright, QUIT TALKING ABOUT THE MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who asked you to buy land?! Just bury at some weird beach. And the tombstone can be some fat rock you found on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Okay. How does shoving Show Luo related items inside related to korean things? And I don't care about 2PM. I care about annoying the thick woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. At least you gave the guard something! It's the thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. This is to help you release all the hate you're holding inside. QUIT TELLING ME ABOUT THE MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I have no interest in your weird collection.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not going to buy from you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so dumb to be ripped off by you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-6196722398650195321?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/6196722398650195321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=6196722398650195321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6196722398650195321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6196722398650195321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/12/replies.html' title='Replies!'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-5398767678945241789</id><published>2009-12-04T13:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T01:01:28.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop?</title><content type='html'>Because I have nothing do at 12:59am, I went to photoshop a show luo photo.&lt;br /&gt;This is the original:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Sxk_tG7DJwI/AAAAAAAAAoA/PYzfCaHtU7g/s1600-h/20099111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Sxk_tG7DJwI/AAAAAAAAAoA/PYzfCaHtU7g/s400/20099111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411426471447308034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, lame face, gross eyebrow, tired eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the after:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Sxk_s83mk8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/zWQuEZfmJNk/s1600-h/Kathoey+Luo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Sxk_s83mk8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/zWQuEZfmJNk/s400/Kathoey+Luo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411426468748497858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darkened hair, skinny eyebrow, nicer lips, attractive looking eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-5398767678945241789?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/5398767678945241789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=5398767678945241789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5398767678945241789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5398767678945241789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/12/photoshop.html' title='Photoshop?'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Sxk_tG7DJwI/AAAAAAAAAoA/PYzfCaHtU7g/s72-c/20099111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-7746875944515201715</id><published>2009-12-04T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:07:47.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't remember</title><content type='html'>Jia Ning did a post about the major changes in her life this year.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to do one, but I can't remember what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;I therefore give up.&lt;br /&gt;But this part makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dumping Show Luo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that was the best thing i ever did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;really wondered why i even spend that $63...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;its wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i can buy something else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;like put it in my handphone savings:DD&lt;/span&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if anyone wants show luo cd, stage cap,etc....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;please call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i will personally deliver it to your house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no extra fees will be charged:DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Action-packed Rating: 4.5/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumping Show Luo, eh?&lt;br /&gt;I can clearly remember the reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and another thing,it is rumoured that show luo has a girlfriend who is a model~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; im so upset!!!!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upset. and then you dumped him.&lt;br /&gt;And I know why you spent that $63 bucks on impulse! Because it's SHOW LUO's brand! It's THE SHOW LUO's brand!&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I'm not a friend. I'll help you get rid of the stuff by suggesting ways in which you can do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sell it on ebay.&lt;br /&gt;Only do it if the stuff is in good condition. Which does not include Speshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Throw everything on the road and let cars run over them.&lt;br /&gt;You'll waste your money but since you hate him so much, then I don't think you'll bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wrap everything nicely in a box, and send it back to him. Attach a letter saying that you "have given up on him because he is old and therefore not appealing to you anymore".&lt;br /&gt;That's gonna be a laugh. Then you can go back and imagine what his reaction would be.&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Preserve them with salt and store them safely, so that you can put them in the Jia Ning memorial hall after you die. (Ok I don't think you'll need salt, unless you plan to kidnap him and kill him, and put him in your memorial hall, labeling him as your "ex".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bury them in the ground and erect a tombstone. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to Plaza Sing, bring the stuff with you, calmly walk into comics connection, and stuff everything into a random shelf. It's recommended that you wait until a certain blonde haired thick woman is working in the shop. After the stuffing deed is done, go mess around with the show luo cards. This will annoy the woman to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Throw everything into the guard house. Say "Merry Christmas" to the guard too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Put everything on the floor, shout "I HATE SHOW LUO!", then proceed to step on those evil things, thus putting this curse to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 8 methods for you. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-7746875944515201715?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/7746875944515201715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=7746875944515201715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/7746875944515201715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/7746875944515201715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-remember.html' title='I can&apos;t remember'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-3207039381767524842</id><published>2009-12-01T19:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:37:53.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Dec.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;I have decided the only person I can rely on is my self, people are too unreliable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-3207039381767524842?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/3207039381767524842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=3207039381767524842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3207039381767524842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3207039381767524842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/12/2nd-dec.html' title='2nd Dec.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-2594318326991139438</id><published>2009-11-29T09:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:33:05.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As usual I'm running ouit of things to post about</title><content type='html'>Many things happened, but I can't find the motivation to talk about them here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a long weekend, I'm sure everyone had fun?&lt;br /&gt;I did. Well a little.&lt;br /&gt;Went to east coast park to cycle on Friday, came back with muscle aches on my arms because I have bad reflexes and gripped the handle too tight.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep properly the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Supposed "zoo trip" became a trip to pulau ubin. to cycle sgain.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing happened to me. I fell down and injured myself.&lt;br /&gt;Just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought nothing ba would happen.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt. I don'intend to go back there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now iut's tuesday, wounds are looking a little beter but still major gross because there's so much pus and stuff. I can more or less walk like a normal person now, and that's great. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Hai Pai Tian Xin.&lt;br /&gt;I know you can already tell that I've lost the initial love for the show already.&lt;br /&gt;Because they've graduated and Da Lang's gone ):&lt;br /&gt;Xue Hai's back and already annoying me to no end,&lt;br /&gt;Xue Zhang's hair is disgusting because he tied it into a bun and it looks rabbit-ish to me.&lt;br /&gt;Gab says I don't like Xue Hai "because it's the show luo head".&lt;br /&gt;Show Luo head = reminds me of those loansharks who wear black shirts with gold dragons on them.&lt;br /&gt;Ah crap heck care the Xue Hai.&lt;br /&gt;TO HELL WITH THE SHOW LUO HEAD. (I swear he was wearing foundation and lip gloss for the scene in the lift.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want Da Lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SxRj7ywhgRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/1qaHJ5DzeM8/s1600/ShowLuo6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SxRj7ywhgRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/1qaHJ5DzeM8/s400/ShowLuo6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410058931267535122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. Who doesn't love Da Lang? Unless you're xy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-2594318326991139438?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/2594318326991139438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=2594318326991139438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2594318326991139438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2594318326991139438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-usual-im-running-ouit-of-things-to.html' title='As usual I&apos;m running ouit of things to post about'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SxRj7ywhgRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/1qaHJ5DzeM8/s72-c/ShowLuo6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-4158628139505412929</id><published>2009-11-26T14:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T14:53:58.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored.</title><content type='html'>Nothing much going on today, hope we can have cool plans soon.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do history after I bathe. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Let's bring in a huge distraction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Sw4lr1-lWMI/AAAAAAAAAng/WBUC4M2sukc/s1600/I+am+awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Sw4lr1-lWMI/AAAAAAAAAng/WBUC4M2sukc/s400/I+am+awesome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408301637672720578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Weave", By Amanda Wong. &lt;div&gt;Editing done by me, covered up the gross bits to save everyone's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-4158628139505412929?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/4158628139505412929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=4158628139505412929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4158628139505412929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4158628139505412929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Sw4lr1-lWMI/AAAAAAAAAng/WBUC4M2sukc/s72-c/I+am+awesome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-5812967206083419226</id><published>2009-11-22T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:26:40.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need Ribena.</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last updated, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been busy with social activities lately, and it's been fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kinda depressed now because November is coming to an end, which means I only have half the holidays left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suddenly feel like talking about what I've been up to! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since this is my blog, why not? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday! Kbox with Rachel Yeung! We both had fun. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total was $13.50. Not that bad I suppose? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't remember how many times I went out with Gab and Amanda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had dinner again that day at Plaza Sing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Messed up the Show Luo cards and made the woman annoyed. While we just ran out of the shop and laughed. Sadistic indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going out with Gab and Amanda reminds me of how much fun we used to have in class before things changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we got our classes for next year. Many random people that I don't know, makes me wonder what's going to happen next year. Not like I'm having lots of fun now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, I'm on talking terms with some people now, but who knows what will happen next year? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking forward to next year, hoping that a new class would give me a fresh start, but I don't think that's possible now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no knowing what will happen to a friend that you've not seen in two months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People change really fast, and sometimes, you just don't realise that he or she has changed until the end. You try to start talking to that friend again, but things just don't feel the same. There's simply too many differences between the two of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's only 2 months. Now imagine what it would be like if 2 months become a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I don't expect you to not change at all, but surely not so much? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This "change" has become a drastic one. It's like you got plastic surgery or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plastic. That's what you are now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, you're just contradicting yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You claim that you don't do this, but your actions give you away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know if we can be friends anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's add some salt to the wound. Since I'm already talking about depressing issues, why just stop here? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this was a composition, I would give it the title, "A Joke Gone Too Far."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the title already says it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has already been going on since AUGUST. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 months, that's a tad too long, isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how you tease me, I've always let it go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 months later, this joke has been passed around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all this time I've been trying to keep it from spreading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, I have failed. Miserably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone still went and passed it on anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't do anything now, other than ignore it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after thinking about it for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I don't care what you're going to come up with anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why should I be so bothered about what you say? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not like it's true, I have nothing to hide, all that nonsense you're coming up with is just plain stupid and childish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're always welcome to make up more of these stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add a little spice to it, how about some salt and pepper? Or even sugar if you prefer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My conscience is clear, I have done nothing of that sort, I have no time to explain things to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will not let this affect my inner peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hummmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-5812967206083419226?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/5812967206083419226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=5812967206083419226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5812967206083419226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5812967206083419226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-ribena.html' title='I need Ribena.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-8624460895819343623</id><published>2009-11-19T14:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:44:51.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Fridaaay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://radiobigboy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/next-pink-panther1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 319px;" src="http://radiobigboy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/next-pink-panther1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SwZWJmK_fRI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/2fjug1wU_40/s1600/chowder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SwZWJmK_fRI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/2fjug1wU_40/s400/chowder.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406103125570321682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All Mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-8624460895819343623?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/8624460895819343623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=8624460895819343623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8624460895819343623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8624460895819343623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-fridaaay.html' title='It&apos;s Fridaaay!'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SwZWJmK_fRI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/2fjug1wU_40/s72-c/chowder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-4943664639411222641</id><published>2009-11-18T13:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:12:53.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invasion of the friend!</title><content type='html'>Because I'm bored and I can't be bothered about things, I'm gonna let my friend takeover this post. Enjoy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HIeSZX iTzs MieExzs!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Hi it's me!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sHoo haPpIezxs DAtt MiexZsz cCannzs BBlogasZsz Herexzs!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[So happy that I can blog here!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MiezZexzx Waannzxx qqoOo sHoppinqzsz Worhzsz~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[I want to go shopping.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhszs, MIesZssz Habsxz tuZx qqoozz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Oh, I have to go now.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SheEz eUU nexzxtx tImezszx, kkaySx? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[See you next time, okay?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion? My friend is an alien. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-4943664639411222641?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/4943664639411222641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=4943664639411222641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4943664639411222641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4943664639411222641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/11/invasion-of-friend.html' title='Invasion of the friend!'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-4058325424652193277</id><published>2009-11-17T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:59:27.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's just do this again.</title><content type='html'>Holidays have started a long time ago, people change if you don't see them for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed at practically everything now.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you're not going to read it, even if you do, you're not going to care.&lt;br /&gt;Because you have everything going well for you.&lt;br /&gt;You can do whatever you want, and brush other people away.&lt;br /&gt;When you need them, then you'll beg them with this oh so pitiful look on your face.&lt;br /&gt;Don't need them? "Throw far far." Insult them as you like, do whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after so long I still don't learn from my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still at your beck and call.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm a loser, a loser and a retard that listens to whatever you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to accept everything you say?&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to me. I have to a life too.&lt;br /&gt;You just cancel and do things as you please, and expect everyone to do as you say?&lt;br /&gt;I've given up. I don't bother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;This is not going to make a difference in your life.&lt;br /&gt;You still have so many people around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-4058325424652193277?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/4058325424652193277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=4058325424652193277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4058325424652193277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4058325424652193277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-just-do-this-again.html' title='Let&apos;s just do this again.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-2301812791908900396</id><published>2009-11-17T12:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:28:43.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claudia is tired.</title><content type='html'>BAHA. I forced Jia Ning to do 5 AEEs on her impression of Show Luo. &lt;div&gt;And then she forced me to do the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here goes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My impression of Show Luo is that he is noisy. For example, he can't stop screaming and making noise while hosting, and also likes to "invade" into parts of the show, even if that particular part does not involve him. From this, we can tell that he is loud and is potentially capable of causing someone to lose his or her hearing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher Claudia says: Impressive structure! I like the way you make your points clear! 5/5 for this paragraph! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My impression of Show Luo is that he is disturbing. For example, he enjoys making all these ugly expressions to scare people while filiming. He also enjoys scaring people by grabbing their leg and screaming, laughing when his "victim" screams. This shows that he is indeed mentally unstable, and also may potentially kill or injure someone with these rude actions of his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher Claudia is too impressed by this she can't say anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My impression of Show Luo is that he is moneyminded. For example, he set up a fan club which makes fans pay to hug and take pictures with him. This shows that he would to stoop to these dumb ways to earn more money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher Claudia is amazed at what Claudia can come up with. She begins to clap and cheer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My impression of Show Luo is that he is egoistic. For example, he tends to "demand" his co-host to list out his many achievements on the show. This shows that he forces other people to sing praises of him in public to make himself more appealing to other people, and also to make himself look good, which proves that he is indeed egoistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher Claudia stands up from her chair, screaming at the top of her lungs, "THE PARAGRAPH IS TOO BEAUTIFUL!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. My impression of Show Luo is that he is vain. For example, he likes to look into the mirror to check his hair, even though it's obvious that he used up an entire can of hairspray to keep his hair in place, so it won't move at all. Not only that, he will also look into any reflective surface to check if his features are in place. This shows that he is too concerned about his appearance, and wants to be in perfect condition in front of girls so that they will fall for him the moment they see him. (Dude, not working. You're old. (: Maybe some botox?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher Claudia loves Claudia's work so much she runs out of the staff room screaming and cheering for Claudia. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. All in the name of fun. To anyone that may be inclined or attached to Show Luo in anyway, I was just doing this in the good name of fun, merry christmas to you. I do not expect to see a pig head hanging on my door, or any hate letters saying "You suck, (*insert swear word that you want to use on me here*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like doing something. Since I already put myself in the shoes of a Show Luo hater, let's put myself into the shoes of a Show Luo fan, and rebut Jia Ning's arguments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1.My impression of show luo is that he is a GAGMAN (funny person/host). He likes to impersonate gays (Mr Pig and Dancing King) on bai fen bai.This shows that he is not in the right state of mind and he should consult a doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is this? How could this person say that about Xiao Zhu?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's not a "gagman" at all! He's just doing this for entertainment. It's just a TV show, what can it prove about him in real life? And it's pretty obvious that YOU, the one who wrote this is "not in the right state of mind". He's a good actor, and he can pull off gay roles that this very well! That's why he seems so real! Instead of insulting him all over the place? Why can't you stop doing that, sit down and take a look at his flair for acting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2.My impression of show luo is that he is a MEGA flirt. He has too many rumoured girlfriends. God knows how many he has in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma, serif;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so not true. What do you mean he has too many rumored girlfriends? He's just making friends with these female models, singers and actresses, is that wrong? Did the law in Taiwan state that it's illegal to make friends with members of the opposite sex? Are you crazy? You are just blinded by the media. All the gossip magazines report that he was with these people, and just by taking pictures of them standing together, that means they are dating? How can you prove that from a picture on the magazine? Well, if you want to think that way, why don't you go stand beside some old man sitting at the coffeeshop in Queenstown in the middle of the night,  and allow me to hide behind a bush and take a picture of you? How would you feel? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing, why do you bother so much about his private life? Shouldn't everyone be allowed to have his or her own privacy, no matter who they are? If a normal accountant can have his privacy, I don't see why a singer can't? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3.My impression of show luo is that he loves to bully people. His Partyboy friends said that he urinates on them. How mean?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma, serif;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He likes to bully people? Do you know him personally? How can you prove it? Even if his friends said that, they all know that he's just a tad more playful than most adults, and are fine with it. Why should you bother so much? Who are you to judge him? Don't you play pranks on your friends too? Don't go around judging people based on one story only. Learn to see things from different points of views.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma, serif;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4.My impression of show luo is that he has weird hairstyles. Go find any of his pics in Si Da Tian Wang and you will know. No words can describe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma, serif;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His hairstyles are not weird. It was fashionable during that era. Times change, so do trends. Enough said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't rebut her last one because I'm dead tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. To Show Luo fans, I have no opinions towards Show Luo anymore. Leave me alone. We're cool. Peace and harmony. Merry Christmas. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-2301812791908900396?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/2301812791908900396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=2301812791908900396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2301812791908900396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2301812791908900396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/11/claudia-is-tired.html' title='Claudia is tired.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-2490154537639895954</id><published>2009-11-13T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:40:04.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because we can't get enough of it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Sv1tB7kmedI/AAAAAAAAAnA/j8sB0unxTKk/s1600-h/cotton+candy+luobie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Sv1tB7kmedI/AAAAAAAAAnA/j8sB0unxTKk/s400/cotton+candy+luobie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403595007852968402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo I like this picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-2490154537639895954?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/2490154537639895954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=2490154537639895954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2490154537639895954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2490154537639895954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-we-cant-get-enough-of-it.html' title='Because we can&apos;t get enough of it.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Sv1tB7kmedI/AAAAAAAAAnA/j8sB0unxTKk/s72-c/cotton+candy+luobie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-8455363574771903184</id><published>2009-11-12T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:37:06.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from a tiring day.</title><content type='html'>Good day today :D&lt;br /&gt;Dragged Gab and Amanda out again.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly I didn't spend much today.&lt;br /&gt;But waiting for the old and slow ones made me hungry and I spent 3/4 of my money on food -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda and I went for manicure while Gab just sat there playing with her itouch looking as bored as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ION was next. Went mad trying all sorts of shoes and running around the shop.&lt;br /&gt;And Uniqlo was A.W.E.S.O.M.E.&lt;br /&gt;I found so many nice things there! Like the long sleeve shirt, the denim shorts, the jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-8455363574771903184?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/8455363574771903184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=8455363574771903184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8455363574771903184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8455363574771903184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-from-tiring-day.html' title='Back from a tiring day.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-4357172497501109514</id><published>2009-11-11T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:40:58.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to love him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SvpLNeSpyoI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GlK5MSzZD_4/s1600-h/AHHAHAHA.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SvpLNeSpyoI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GlK5MSzZD_4/s400/AHHAHAHA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402713397826013826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Second episode of Hai Pai Tian Xin today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-4357172497501109514?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/4357172497501109514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=4357172497501109514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4357172497501109514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4357172497501109514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-have-to-love-him.html' title='You have to love him.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SvpLNeSpyoI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GlK5MSzZD_4/s72-c/AHHAHAHA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-7567235315647797790</id><published>2009-11-09T17:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:11:29.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How cute can he get?</title><content type='html'>My day was.. fine, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;With some awkward stuff in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to Eunice for the purple candle, it looks really nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;And I have pictures. Credits to Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SvmCZKh8zqI/AAAAAAAAAmw/T99NetEgzQQ/s1600-h/ShowLuo4"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SvmCZKh8zqI/AAAAAAAAAmw/T99NetEgzQQ/s400/ShowLuo4" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402492596842712738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SvmCYxhW-mI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Sm2JzZc8Y4/s1600-h/ShowLuo3"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SvmCYxhW-mI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Sm2JzZc8Y4/s400/ShowLuo3" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402492590129347170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SvmCYkm78vI/AAAAAAAAAmg/pK3FHJXtz78/s1600-h/ShowLuo2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SvmCYkm78vI/AAAAAAAAAmg/pK3FHJXtz78/s400/ShowLuo2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402492586663080690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SvmCYTVqYcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5I96sbPRrtQ/s1600-h/ShowLuo1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SvmCYTVqYcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5I96sbPRrtQ/s400/ShowLuo1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402492582027223490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too cool for words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-7567235315647797790?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/7567235315647797790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=7567235315647797790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/7567235315647797790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/7567235315647797790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-cute-can-he-get.html' title='How cute can he get?'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SvmCZKh8zqI/AAAAAAAAAmw/T99NetEgzQQ/s72-c/ShowLuo4' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-2142745590814081647</id><published>2009-11-08T02:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:06:30.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple nails and unmatching clothes.</title><content type='html'>Busy day today, feet hurt from all that walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm. Too tired to update.&lt;br /&gt;Come let's bring in a picture to distract you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i82.servimg.com/u/f82/13/52/06/09/10097111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 640px;" src="http://i82.servimg.com/u/f82/13/52/06/09/10097111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We just love sunflowers, right Amanda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(P.S. Can I have your elmo? Please?)&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/8407328227297190912-2142745590814081647?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/2142745590814081647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=2142745590814081647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2142745590814081647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2142745590814081647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/11/purple-nails-and-unmatching-clothes.html' title='Purple nails and unmatching clothes.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-5889008979042289893</id><published>2009-11-07T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T02:06:10.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's asking me to blog.</title><content type='html'>My, my. I'm such a good and obedient girl.&lt;br /&gt;People tell me to blog and I do so.&lt;br /&gt;And I went a step further, I changed my skin! :D&lt;br /&gt;How pretty is my blog? VERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has happened lately, some things I can remember, some I can't.&lt;br /&gt;But I kinda wasted a week.&lt;br /&gt;Monday was Kbox, Friday was dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun, but I spent so much money, got scolded by parents.&lt;br /&gt;Really should think of budget outings, like some random get together and talk. No spending money at all. :D&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm such a good girl with many virtues :D&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's dinner was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Ikea, and the food there was nice :D&lt;br /&gt;I had pasta, Melon and Elmo had meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around looking at furniture for a bit, then went to Anchor Point.&lt;br /&gt;COTTON ON.&lt;br /&gt;Haha I think I went a little too far. Spent $25 on two shirts. But in my defense the shirts are nice.&lt;br /&gt;Whoopiee :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just found out the results for the Singapore hit awards!&lt;br /&gt;Best Group: S.H.E&lt;br /&gt;Asia Media Recognition Award (Group): S.H.E&lt;br /&gt;Best Regional Singer (Taiwan): S.H.E&lt;br /&gt;All-around Entertainer: S.H.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the entire list, but you all know I can't be bothered about the rest. Baha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear me. It's 1.18am. And I'm not sleeping. :(&lt;br /&gt;I think I have problems getting to sleep. I just can't seem to sleep every night. It takes me one hour to fall asleep. Sometimes more than that.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll camp on the sofa tonight or something.&lt;br /&gt;Just me, the computer and the TV. MTV! :D&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. As I blog I'm getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn;'t exactly one of my regular life updates post.&lt;br /&gt;It's more like a staying up late and updating on whatever's happening now post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop now. I'll update soon. Haha. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-5889008979042289893?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/5889008979042289893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=5889008979042289893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5889008979042289893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5889008979042289893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/11/everyones-asking-me-to-blog.html' title='Everyone&apos;s asking me to blog.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-2301756507576864004</id><published>2009-11-06T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:37:23.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had fun :D</title><content type='html'>Whoopie this week was cool.&lt;br /&gt;But now I have to sleep. Because the computer decided to fan lian with me :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-2301756507576864004?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/2301756507576864004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=2301756507576864004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2301756507576864004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2301756507576864004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-fun-d.html' title='I had fun :D'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-5282840411500554339</id><published>2009-10-27T15:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:07:49.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the reports are finally out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'd thought I blog now since everyone is eating dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well, today was eventful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The school really keeps us so busy with all the post exam activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Unlike last year, we SO much free time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Report books came back! So big and business like. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OVERSIZE!&lt;/span&gt; What an improper design. It should have been light purple with crystals. And my name printed in some awesomely pretty font, and not printed on some gross sticker. So that Mrs Chen can't "standardize" and make us stick at the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't intend to take a picture of it in case the school decides to sue me for inflaming their copyrights or some big legal reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Some people may be thinking right now, "No one cares about how ugly your report book is! We only care about what's INSIDE the book! Your grades! You are so superficial!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? I'm not superficial, I'm just giving my THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS about the new report book. You're the superficial one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Heh my grades are not that great. But hey, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I made it to secondary 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I need to confess. I was actually preparing myself to accept the fact that I was gonna be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;retained&lt;/span&gt;. (Yes, retain is the big,bad word in my life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how many exams I flunked this term. I was failing and everything, trying to dig here and there for one more mark so I could pass the paper.&lt;br /&gt;I was in that pathetic state. Ever since we got back our papers I was worrying about this, just that I didn't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt, gonna work hard next year.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of getting math tuition during the holidays to revise the stuff I learn this year. So I won't drown in algebra next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. Wilber Pan and Jason are cool. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-5282840411500554339?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/5282840411500554339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=5282840411500554339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5282840411500554339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5282840411500554339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-reports-are-finally-out.html' title='And the reports are finally out.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-3911685750779610053</id><published>2009-10-26T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:42:37.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was wrong.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what you want.&lt;div&gt;You seem like you want everything on earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now all you're doing is confusing me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm completely stuck right in the middle of nowhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything I do seems wrong now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-3911685750779610053?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/3911685750779610053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=3911685750779610053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3911685750779610053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3911685750779610053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-wrong.html' title='I was wrong.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-8099969899165168503</id><published>2009-10-25T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:36:28.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend's gone.</title><content type='html'>New layout, don't really love it, but it'll do for now.&lt;br /&gt;If you noticed I didn't link anyone, mainly because I couldn't be bothered to, and also because I forgot the links. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;So if you're kind enough, leave a tag with your link. Then I'll link you if I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been eventful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-8099969899165168503?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/8099969899165168503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=8099969899165168503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8099969899165168503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8099969899165168503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekends-gone.html' title='Weekend&apos;s gone.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-1617310260891099167</id><published>2009-10-22T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:40:07.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another wasted day.</title><content type='html'>People like to stress me out.&lt;div&gt;I don't like it at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Forcing me to do things I don't want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is up with this? I told you so many times that I'm not doing it already, and you come up with all sorts of reasons to persuade me. I don't feel comfortable with it, okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does that answer you questions? Don't you think it's unfair to me? Why should I do it just because you people are doing so? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Treating everything I say like a joke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything I say to you, you reply with "lols". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE THAT WORD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh so feeling worried about my results gets a "lols" from you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop using that stupid word on me, it's getting you anywhere, neither is it making you appear cooler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Making a mountain out of a molehill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get so disgusted with people who like to say they "failed" everything, when in actual fact they did perfectly fine. You failed your math and got 65/100. Tell that to me in the face and you'll get no sympathy from me, just a tight slap. Stop trying be so dramatic about your scores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you thought of the people that in fact, actually FAILED their papers and got less than 50? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not the only example I can give you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your phone is spoilt. You want a new phone and go around envying other people. What? You expect them to give you an iphone in return? It's not my fault that YOU spoilt your phone in the first place, why are YOU telling me that you want a new phone? I'm not your mother. I'm not the one that's going to buy you a phone. Shouldn't you be glad that you HAVE a phone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To cut everything short, I'm just annoyed with everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't care if you feel offended. I didn't make you do these things anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-1617310260891099167?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/1617310260891099167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=1617310260891099167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/1617310260891099167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/1617310260891099167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-wasted-day.html' title='Another wasted day.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-5665588486528978815</id><published>2009-10-20T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:29:12.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Historical people on Buses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chinatownconnection.com/images/sunyatsen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 288px;" src="http://www.chinatownconnection.com/images/sunyatsen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the love of history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to write yet another EPIC story, but I can't seem to think of anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I somehow have some cool ideas but now I can't find anything to link them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-5665588486528978815?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/5665588486528978815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=5665588486528978815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5665588486528978815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5665588486528978815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/historical-people-on-buses.html' title='Historical people on Buses'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-6940978736974152631</id><published>2009-10-19T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:42:54.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wasted a perfectly good day.</title><content type='html'>Day 2 of Bosco Wong's Era!&lt;br /&gt;Whatthemole am I talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Monday night. Tuesday's coming.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreading it like everyone else. (Well, at least most people??)&lt;br /&gt;Unwilling to do everything.&lt;br /&gt;You know how funny it seems?&lt;br /&gt;People don't know what they want.&lt;br /&gt;We want exams to be over, want the holidays to come.&lt;br /&gt;When the holidays DO come, we have nothing to do, so we wish for it to end.&lt;br /&gt;When it's ending, we want it to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because we're too indecisive? Or is it because we want things to go our way all the time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-6940978736974152631?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/6940978736974152631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=6940978736974152631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6940978736974152631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6940978736974152631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wasted-perfectly-good-day.html' title='I wasted a perfectly good day.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-8646304217508589707</id><published>2009-10-18T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:54:00.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the land of surprises.</title><content type='html'>Check out my new epic skin! &lt;br /&gt;And yes, you're at the right blog. &lt;br /&gt;I do not want to meet Bosco Wong, nor do I want to marry him. &lt;br /&gt;Please get that clear. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah I chose this skin to shock people, that's all. &lt;br /&gt;And Bosco Wong is rather cool? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is not going to be permanent. &lt;br /&gt;I'll change it.. When I feel like it. &lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;What should I doi? &lt;br /&gt;Don't you think this post is very wu liao? &lt;br /&gt;Yeah I think it is. &lt;br /&gt;Why am I even typing rubbish? &lt;br /&gt;Coz I have nothing better to do. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah true. Why don't I go read my book? &lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm saving it. &lt;br /&gt;Are you crazy?! Saving for what?! &lt;br /&gt;I dunno leh. &lt;br /&gt;Hey why did I just use improper english on my blog? &lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Can't be bothered to construct my sentence I guess. &lt;br /&gt;I suddenly miss the civic district tour, don't you feel the same way?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Mrs Poon was cool. The old courts were kinda epic. &lt;br /&gt;Aww I miss ROCs 1! &lt;br /&gt;Well, there's next year. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Oh man. How long have I been talking to myself? &lt;br /&gt;I don't know.. &lt;br /&gt;Let's continue. &lt;br /&gt;But why? &lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored I can't type! &lt;br /&gt;But I wanna type. I can kill time this way. &lt;br /&gt;Why do they call it kill time? Do you actually take a parang and stab the clock? &lt;br /&gt;No, that's just a figure of speech, right? &lt;br /&gt;That phrase was so Ying Yuan. &lt;br /&gt;What phrase? &lt;br /&gt;"Figure of speech". She said that alot to me. &lt;br /&gt;That's because you took things literally!! &lt;br /&gt;What's "taking things literally"? &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to explain. &lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. &lt;br /&gt;Aw come on. Think of something to do. &lt;br /&gt;Fool around? &lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;Laugh at Show Luo? &lt;br /&gt;No I'm sick of that so boring. He never does any ridiculous things anymore. &lt;br /&gt;Gah why like that. &lt;br /&gt;How on earth would I know? &lt;br /&gt;It's not my fault! &lt;br /&gt;Why are you blaming me? &lt;br /&gt;I'm not! I'm just asking you! &lt;br /&gt;Be nice!&lt;br /&gt;I AM being nice! &lt;br /&gt;No you're not! You used capital letters on me! &lt;br /&gt;Prove it.&lt;br /&gt;The word "am" was in capital letters. &lt;br /&gt;That's so emphasise the meaning! &lt;br /&gt;Oh. Right. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, you're lame &lt;br /&gt;Hey! &lt;br /&gt;Please Stop Calling Me A Zebra It's Totally Lame. &lt;br /&gt;Why you become Mrs Low?! &lt;br /&gt;Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple... &lt;br /&gt;OI STOP IT. &lt;br /&gt;Don't scold me! &lt;br /&gt;I was just telling you! &lt;br /&gt;Okay stop exclaming. It scares me.. &lt;br /&gt;Oh fine. &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. &lt;br /&gt;Should I stop doing this? &lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay. &lt;br /&gt;Haha Bye Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Quit exclaiming! It scares me!&lt;br /&gt;You just did that! &lt;br /&gt;No! &lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!! Did I shock you? &lt;br /&gt;GRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-8646304217508589707?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/8646304217508589707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=8646304217508589707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8646304217508589707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/8646304217508589707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-to-land-of-surprises.html' title='Welcome to the land of surprises.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-1619148848352611607</id><published>2009-10-17T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:24:20.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Z is for Zebra Prints, if you must.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Be surprised people.&lt;br /&gt;My blog has transformed into a basic beginner's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Reason?&lt;br /&gt;I got sick of the previous skin, couldn't find a nice one, so I just used the blogger template.&lt;br /&gt;To be frank I don't like this layout either.&lt;br /&gt;It's so inadequate and well, gross.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my friend tagboard has gone stale due to the lack of usage and applied for leave. He won't be back for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;You guys won't see him until I find a nice skin.&lt;br /&gt;His sister, Links also won't be here as she has gone to take care of Tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enjoy the empty blog. I'll still be posting though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i-love-cartoons.com/snags/clipart/Care-Bears/Care-Bear-Share.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 341px;" src="http://i-love-cartoons.com/snags/clipart/Care-Bears/Care-Bear-Share.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8407328227297190912-1619148848352611607?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/1619148848352611607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=1619148848352611607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/1619148848352611607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/1619148848352611607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/z-is-for-zebra-prints-if-you-must.html' title='Z is for Zebra Prints, if you must.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-977154930086226186</id><published>2009-10-15T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:25:07.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y.</title><content type='html'>How many times do I have to repeat this?&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously SICK of having to deal with this over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry I don't even know how to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that younger siblings can get away with every wrong thing they do?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, they ruin my eraser, and get away with it. Parents just go "I'll buy another one for you, stop shouting at him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's not about the eraser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the stupid piece of rubber is what, 80 cents? Pretty obvious I can buy another one for myself easily.&lt;br /&gt;The main point is, I was being kind, lent him my eraser and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;He took it and I didn't have one for my exam.&lt;br /&gt;When I saw it in HIS pencilcase, it was BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;Can someone tell me HOW ON EARTH YOU TURN A WHITE, DECENT LOOKING ERASER, BLACK?&lt;br /&gt;HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE TAKE MY THINGS, DON'T RETURN THEM AND RUIN THEM.&lt;br /&gt;For one, the last time I checked, the word "lend" means you take it, use it and RETURN IT IN ITS ORIGINAL CONDITION.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I can't accept that fact that he is allowed to get away with it SO EASILY.&lt;br /&gt;What? He's young, I should forgive him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO FREAKING WAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I? Does he deserve it?&lt;br /&gt;If I forgive him now, he'll never learn responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;I also hate it when people tell me "he's young, he'll learn.."&lt;br /&gt;WELL, If you want him to actually &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LEARN&lt;/span&gt;, then shouldn't you be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TEACHING&lt;/span&gt; him from young?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you gonna wait until he's 18 and commits a crime before you wanna talk to him about responsibility?&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't these basic values be taught now? &lt;br /&gt;Or is it because the society is becoming more accepting now, so people couldn't care less about values anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to teach, let him do as he pleases?&lt;br /&gt;Have you even seen how he treats people?&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen how he treats the things given to him?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you gave him a laptop, tell him take care of it.&lt;br /&gt;He literally flings the thing all over the place, doesn't care about how dirty the screen is, you call that taking care?&lt;br /&gt;And what? I have to be left with this stupid piece of junk that takes almost a lifetime to load my internet browser?&lt;br /&gt;What?  You're gonna say that I'm the one who made it slow in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;You deserve to be hit on the head.&lt;br /&gt;He was the one that downloaded all the games on the computer, made it bonkers and disgustingly slow and now I have to use this while he gets to enjoy the new laptop?&lt;br /&gt;So what I used more of this laptop? Was I the one who downloaded all the stupid games? NO.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I being made to use this thing then?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you're afraid that he'll think I get first priority for everything, and feel inferior?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you make sure he's RESPONSIBLE enough to take care and OWN and laptop even before you give him one?&lt;br /&gt;I am really sick of getting scolded for HIS mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me start on his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not being a "good sister", not teaching him?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I try, It's just that I GET SCOLDED everytime I correct him.&lt;br /&gt;I give up. I don't care even if he becomes a drug addict, rapist or convict.&lt;br /&gt;Your son, your responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;All I'm gonna do is manage my life properly, and make sure I don't end up a failure like he already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sidenote. I know my argument is messy and has no structure.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too angry to plan the layout so I simply blurted everything I needed to say.&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful I'm aware that it's messy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-977154930086226186?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/977154930086226186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=977154930086226186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/977154930086226186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/977154930086226186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/y.html' title='Y.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-7969755171431024928</id><published>2009-10-15T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:19:18.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>440th post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am messed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-7969755171431024928?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/7969755171431024928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=7969755171431024928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/7969755171431024928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/7969755171431024928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/440th-post.html' title='440th post.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-3406263763445275163</id><published>2009-10-15T12:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:59:40.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's true after all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;b&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://animal.discovery.com/news/afp/20060424/gallery/panda_zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 380px;" src="http://animal.discovery.com/news/afp/20060424/gallery/panda_zoom.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The panda you are now looking at is none other than the poor panda that died, Xiang Xiang. &lt;div&gt;I'm not kidding. It's on wikipedia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously thought it was fake! I thought that the people who set the oral passages were just choosing some stupid name for a non exsistent panda! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:sans-serif, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 10px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-5" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xiang_Xiang_(giant_panda)#cite_note-5" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-3406263763445275163?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/3406263763445275163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=3406263763445275163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3406263763445275163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3406263763445275163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-true-after-all.html' title='It&apos;s true after all!'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-6837104097865684428</id><published>2009-10-13T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:40:25.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Pandas and Pizza.</title><content type='html'>I'm officially high. &lt;div&gt;Let's see if I can make a long post today, since I haven't done a proper post in ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what? I'm so high I don't care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna try for a pictures post soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-6837104097865684428?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/6837104097865684428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=6837104097865684428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6837104097865684428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6837104097865684428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/dead-pandas-and-pizza.html' title='Dead Pandas and Pizza.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-4015059496589849440</id><published>2009-10-09T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:04:55.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X is for X factor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, what can I say? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's coming to end of the year already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I recalled, I was hyped up to start secondary one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what? I shouldn't have done so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, this year has SUCKED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word "SUCKED" is an understatement, I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beginning of this year was fine I guess, but then it went downhill from there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst part ever? MY BIRTHDAY JUST CAME AND WENT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just like me going "Happy Birthday Claudia!" and then the balloon just popped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well perhaps people are too busy to care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's kinda stupid really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when people get your hopes up and then just disappoint you like that, and then they just think that nothing's wrong as they get on with their lives, not even bothering to look back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then they end up blaming you by saying, "But you came at the wrong time." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if I simply "come at the right time", then I'll just not come at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You like it that way, don't you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life sucks. This is definitely not a golden age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-4015059496589849440?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/4015059496589849440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=4015059496589849440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4015059496589849440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4015059496589849440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/x-is-for-x-factor.html' title='X is for X factor.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-3872940330195257756</id><published>2009-10-09T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T19:56:37.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W is for Wilber!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Ss8gE3ebXNI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Yf4SHcteVWY/s1600-h/Oh+My+dear.+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Ss8gE3ebXNI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Yf4SHcteVWY/s400/Oh+My+dear.+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390562546968911058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am proud of this photo. If only I could crop Miss Tham and the Random man out. It would be awesome. Eunice you ought to value this picture! A great caption for this picture would be &lt;div&gt;From left to right: The aged one, The extra #1, The extra #2, The Chinese Messenger, The future lawyer. (Laugh he got suitcase somemore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since I'm having so much fun with this let's start interpreting it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What they are saying: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(From left to right) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The aged one: You know something? One of the greatest things invented on this earth was cheese." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The extra #1: Good posture makes a man appear smarter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The extra #2: Tee Hee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Chinese Messenger: Nothing like a chinese-themed outfit to make me look intelligent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Future Lawyer: According to the law of Singapore, Section 78 Chapter 2 Paragraph 10 Line 65, I am the most handsome man here. Other than Mike He. WHEE! Shh. Lawyers cannot behave like this. Must be cool calm and composed. Now pose for the picture. Be natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have anymore interesting captions for the picture, leave a tag! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you happen to be in the picture and are offended by my comments, Just take it that I'm doing free promotion for you. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-3872940330195257756?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/3872940330195257756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=3872940330195257756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3872940330195257756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3872940330195257756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/w-is-for-wilber.html' title='W is for Wilber!'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/Ss8gE3ebXNI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Yf4SHcteVWY/s72-c/Oh+My+dear.+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-2079603361919173498</id><published>2009-10-09T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:35:33.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V is for Very Uncomfortable.</title><content type='html'>The weekend is finally here! It's a cause for celebration! &lt;div&gt;Yep it's kind of the last weekend of heavy studying before I go out of control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-2079603361919173498?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/2079603361919173498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=2079603361919173498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2079603361919173498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2079603361919173498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/v-is-for-very-uncomfortable.html' title='V is for Very Uncomfortable.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-6810518841205640713</id><published>2009-10-04T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:49:03.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U is for Uranus.</title><content type='html'>Fancy doing washing on a wet day like this. &lt;div&gt;I'm not kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to do mass washing during home econs class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took everything out from the cupboard and washed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hands still feel like detergent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 6th sense is really working today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I predicted that bai fen bai would be interesting. And it's not bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I brought my Saffy's Angel to school. WOO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a craving to splurge on all things purple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like just go out with cash and buy whatever's purple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'll do that after exams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm craving for chicken rice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WANT TAIWAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-6810518841205640713?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/6810518841205640713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=6810518841205640713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6810518841205640713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6810518841205640713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/u-is-for-uranus.html' title='U is for Uranus.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-6591961758524274631</id><published>2009-10-04T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:57:07.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T is for Tmr's gonna be a bad day.</title><content type='html'>Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling annoyed because my pens are not in top condition.&lt;br /&gt;Internet connection is in old lady mode. Refuses to load.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-6591961758524274631?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/6591961758524274631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=6591961758524274631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6591961758524274631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/6591961758524274631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/t-is-for-tmrs-gonna-be-bad-day.html' title='T is for Tmr&apos;s gonna be a bad day.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-2808198279403855858</id><published>2009-10-03T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:51:04.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S is for Sucky weekend</title><content type='html'>I'm having a sucky weekend alright.&lt;br /&gt;Too much revision, homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I already wasted time watching world war 2 drama.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that no one cares about history?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if it wasn't for history, there wouldn't be subjects like math, or geography.&lt;br /&gt;It's because of these great people in history that we now have these subjects,no?&lt;br /&gt;So why is it that people only care about the present and not the past?&lt;br /&gt;What's so wrong about learning about how things came about?&lt;br /&gt;It's not boring whatsoever! Don't you want to know about what happened before you were born?&lt;br /&gt;No one cares about history these days.&lt;br /&gt;All they want to do is invent more things, look to the future and keep going.&lt;br /&gt;Well, what if the people in the future thought the same way?&lt;br /&gt;What if you invented something so great that's used so often in the future, but no one cares about who invented it, don't bother to give you any credit for being able to come up with something so amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't judge historical figures.&lt;br /&gt;Just because they made mistakes in the past, doesn't mean that they have to subjected to verbal insults. Look at Qin Shihuang. Even he was cruel, but he did it for the wellfare of his country and his people! And the great wall? He wanted to extend it to defend the country from foreign invaders. How is that a bad thing? Even if many people died while buliding it, it was for a good cause! And did you consider the fact that the wall is still around today? The wall is that strong.&lt;br /&gt;Give some respect to him would you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people have their own opinions about things like these but don't go around slandering him just because you heard that he killed many people. I'm not saying that I know all about him, I'm just trying to give him the respect that he deserves. Stop telling me he's been dead for the longest time. I don't care. He deserves respect, regardless on whether he's alive or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SscedlNhfUI/AAAAAAAAAl8/eRzEFVCta14/s1600-h/Qinshihuang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SscedlNhfUI/AAAAAAAAAl8/eRzEFVCta14/s400/Qinshihuang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388308972725960002" 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/8407328227297190912-2808198279403855858?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/2808198279403855858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=2808198279403855858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2808198279403855858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2808198279403855858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/s-is-for-sucky-weekend.html' title='S is for Sucky weekend'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SscedlNhfUI/AAAAAAAAAl8/eRzEFVCta14/s72-c/Qinshihuang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-5700721631156572884</id><published>2009-10-01T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:01:07.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R is for RAWR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.88news.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Show-Luos-mushroom-hairstyle-is-on-fire-Rainie-beg-for-10-seconds-to-laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.88news.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Show-Luos-mushroom-hairstyle-is-on-fire-Rainie-beg-for-10-seconds-to-laugh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially going crazy. &lt;div&gt;Look at that picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. It's a classic. I'm gonna keep posting it. Scare my readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-5700721631156572884?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/5700721631156572884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=5700721631156572884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5700721631156572884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5700721631156572884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/r-is-for-rawr.html' title='R is for RAWR.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-1153298346691740227</id><published>2009-10-01T16:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:07:27.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q is for Queer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.88news.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Show-Luos-mushroom-hairstyle-is-on-fire-Rainie-beg-for-10-seconds-to-laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.88news.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Show-Luos-mushroom-hairstyle-is-on-fire-Rainie-beg-for-10-seconds-to-laugh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming home from a long day at school, to see a 30 year old man behave like this is pure joy I tell you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-1153298346691740227?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/1153298346691740227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=1153298346691740227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/1153298346691740227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/1153298346691740227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/10/q-is-for-queer.html' title='Q is for Queer!'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-4964739246061652453</id><published>2009-09-30T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:22:21.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P is for Please buy me this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://handheld.softpedia.com/images/software/screens/The-Last-Eunuch-of-China_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 460px;" src="http://handheld.softpedia.com/images/software/screens/The-Last-Eunuch-of-China_4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I need. A good book. I saw this book at popular today and I knew I had to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;It was like "love" at first sight. I should start collecting books like these. Then I'd buy a nice shelf for them and my CDs. OHMY I want the book bad.&lt;br /&gt;I want the book. I need to know it's with me. But I haven't have the time to read The Worst Disaster yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-4964739246061652453?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/4964739246061652453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=4964739246061652453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4964739246061652453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/4964739246061652453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/09/p-is-for-please-buy-me-this.html' title='P is for Please buy me this!'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-5004020311598845027</id><published>2009-09-30T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:19:58.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O is for OOOOOOOOOOO Fishballs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2202/1551467379_9ca05b7b81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2202/1551467379_9ca05b7b81.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered something. &lt;div&gt;It's children's day tmr. And guess what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I, Claudia Tan am not getting a day off from school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-5004020311598845027?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/5004020311598845027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=5004020311598845027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5004020311598845027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5004020311598845027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-is-for-ooooooooooo-fishballs.html' title='O is for OOOOOOOOOOO Fishballs.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2202/1551467379_9ca05b7b81_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-5772314422038207808</id><published>2009-09-30T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:10:46.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N is for Nothing wrong with admiring historical figures.</title><content type='html'>I don't see why I cannot think Dr Sun Yat Sen is cool. Rachel Yeung keep your comments to yourself. &lt;div&gt;Whoop today was pretty awesome. I guess I did alright for the english papers. But it made my hand hurt. But my compo wasn't that great. The topics that we could choose from were so mundane I didn't know what to write. So I just did the first thing I could think off. And for letter writing. Somehow I think I forgot something important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consolation: I was "on task". As in on time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comphre was cool. But the story was sad. And my summary. Well I'm not that happy with it but it should do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't regret what I did anymore, already handed up the papers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pfft. I shall go work on my history now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KIEW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-5772314422038207808?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/5772314422038207808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=5772314422038207808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5772314422038207808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5772314422038207808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/09/n-is-for-nothing-wrong-with-admiring.html' title='N is for Nothing wrong with admiring historical figures.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-7762880866397386095</id><published>2009-09-27T20:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:21:37.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M is for Mmm.</title><content type='html'>It's been some time since I posted.&lt;div&gt;Can't really care anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one reads anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's getting quite stupid to post when no one actually cares, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last few hours of love and peace before we all officially go into examination mode. I can't help but feel depressed. I think I need some space to think about things. But will I even have time to think, or will I just have to not think about this at all and continue working? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;STOP BEING EMO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Claudia Tan you're being stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I shall go bathe. Then do history. Maybe I'll feel better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.newsok.com/bamsblog/files/2008/11/billy-ray-cyrus-gma-cma-awards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 498px;" src="http://blog.newsok.com/bamsblog/files/2008/11/billy-ray-cyrus-gma-cma-awards.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"Everyone work hard for the examinations!"&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/8407328227297190912-7762880866397386095?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/7762880866397386095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=7762880866397386095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/7762880866397386095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/7762880866397386095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/09/m-is-for-mmm.html' title='M is for Mmm.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-9100376107860224063</id><published>2009-09-23T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:41:46.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L is for laugh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ineedmotivation.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 325px;" src="http://www.ineedmotivation.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/tired.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's midweek. And I'm tired. Hope this week ends fast. I do need the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Friday please come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-9100376107860224063?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/9100376107860224063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=9100376107860224063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/9100376107860224063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/9100376107860224063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/09/l-is-for-laugh.html' title='L is for laugh.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-5508212876115070766</id><published>2009-09-22T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:02:03.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K is for Kick your face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Whatcha wanna say about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-5508212876115070766?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/5508212876115070766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=5508212876115070766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5508212876115070766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/5508212876115070766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/09/k-is-for-kick-your-face.html' title='K is for Kick your face.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-3049751577746876043</id><published>2009-09-21T15:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:58:53.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J is for Jam.</title><content type='html'>Yep. The title is lame, so is this post. Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is sick and tired of revision. Adults are gonna say "Why you giving up now? You're already finishing the race, last burst of fire!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yeah, you think it's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be better if we could choose the subjects that we were interested in?&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of learning something that you have no interest in, then end up doing badly in it?&lt;br /&gt;Other people just keep telling us to find a way to like that subject, what if we just can't?&lt;br /&gt;It's not within our ability to master that subject, and no matter how much you force us, we'll just end up getting more depressed in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you allow us to choose the subject that we have interest, it's pretty obvious that we're gonna do better. But even if we don't do as well as you expected the interest level is there, so is the motivation to learn , and eventually we can score well for that subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we should be given a choice to choose our goals when we're young, and stick to it, learn whatever skill is needed. It's much better than making us take 8,9 subjects at one go.&lt;br /&gt;Like for example, we learn all these weird algebra like things for math. Are we gonna use them when we grow up? What if we end up being a lawyer, will we need to use algebra or properties of a quadrilateral figure to fight a case?&lt;br /&gt;Imagine going for a court hearing and a lawyer says this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, since all the angles in a parallelogram add up to 360 degrees, Tan Bee Hock is sentenced to 5 years imprisonment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or what about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since angle &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;x &lt;/span&gt;is equivalent to 54 degrees, he has a right to have custody of his children?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you tell me if that makes sense or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it does not. It's nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is exactly what we're all doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we so concerned about results? Why do we have to compare everything on earth?&lt;br /&gt;Just because your auntie's sister's uncle's father's son got 100/100 for his maths exam and your own child got 80/100 you have to nag at your child? Why does everyone care ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;out results so much? Did you consider the content of the paper? Your child's ability? NO, not at all. You just see what's on the surface and compare.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's say your 4th son got 100/100 for his english exam. You go around and boast, make other relatives' children feel inferior. What? I don't care if your son got full marks. It's not my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't the most important thing at the end of the day the learning process? Your child is a smart butt. Did you see how the way he behaves? Focus so much on his academic achievements and neglect his feelings. Did you forget that he's only a child? Did you forget that children do need breaks? Did you forget that children should have a memorable childhood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone has forgotten that already. They only care about results. The world has become so competitive. I am sick of all this. I should go live with the Kung bushmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8407328227297190912-3049751577746876043?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/3049751577746876043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=3049751577746876043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3049751577746876043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3049751577746876043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/09/j-is-for-jam.html' title='J is for Jam.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-3067721998980329394</id><published>2009-09-20T14:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:13:36.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I is for I am cool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/4488/705647abf83bd7970a806bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 600px;" src="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/4488/705647abf83bd7970a806bb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AWESOME. SHE'S WORLD TOUR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-3067721998980329394?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/3067721998980329394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=3067721998980329394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3067721998980329394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3067721998980329394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-is-for-i-am-cool.html' title='I is for I am cool.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-2482816857292459631</id><published>2009-09-19T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:46:34.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H is for Help I need to renovate my room</title><content type='html'>WILBERRR. I finally bought his album! Extremely happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo. I went to Clarke Quay today. And I was watching the bungee thing. I feel like going on it. But I might scream the whole place down. Sigh. It looks so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Alright it's late. I needa go off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice your gift today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SrXPQW7uQPI/AAAAAAAAAl0/WfPMYWXjTlo/s1600-h/Purple+Eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 63px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SrXPQW7uQPI/AAAAAAAAAl0/WfPMYWXjTlo/s400/Purple+Eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383436809532227826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple Eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yuddy.com/articleimages/Billy%20Ray%20CyrusMTgzOA==.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.yuddy.com/articleimages/Billy%20Ray%20CyrusMTgzOA==.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BRC craze.&lt;br /&gt;KIEW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8407328227297190912-2482816857292459631?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/2482816857292459631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=2482816857292459631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2482816857292459631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/2482816857292459631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/09/h-is-for-help-i-need-to-renovate-my.html' title='H is for Help I need to renovate my room'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SrXPQW7uQPI/AAAAAAAAAl0/WfPMYWXjTlo/s72-c/Purple+Eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407328227297190912.post-3732136061613895336</id><published>2009-09-17T17:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:35:02.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G is for Geography.</title><content type='html'>Which I have not started revising at all. &lt;div&gt;I am behind time. Need to get cracking soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was great today, I think?&lt;br /&gt;PE was sick. We had some extremely random PE teacher, and then he made us play inter class class games. 1M people got scolded for being rude. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was alright I suppose. I enjoy sitting upfront with PP. You can hear her mumbling to herself. Also means you hear whatever she says, and pay attention in class. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;LA was weird. Too much homework to do. Going to do it after I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lazy to talk about school. So I won't.&lt;br /&gt;Really happy for tmr. 1E has the same recess time as 1H. Then again I don't feel that happy. Gah no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;Alright I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's your daily BRC fix, Eunice! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bransoncourier.com/articlephotos/article_552_Billy__Ray_Cyrus_Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.bransoncourier.com/articlephotos/article_552_Billy__Ray_Cyrus_Web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bmanguno.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/ellen-degeneres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://bmanguno.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/ellen-degeneres.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to put this.&lt;br /&gt;Yep that's all for today, bye bye KIEWers.&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/8407328227297190912-3732136061613895336?l=niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/feeds/3732136061613895336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8407328227297190912&amp;postID=3732136061613895336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3732136061613895336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8407328227297190912/posts/default/3732136061613895336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niang-niang-qiang.blogspot.com/2009/09/g-is-for-geography.html' title='G is for Geography.'/><author><name>Concise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ugp4GPV4_PA/SLPEJWNj9UI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P5D--Cw76gQ/S220/Dora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
