<?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-32441004</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:42:05.640-07:00</updated><category term='what&apos;s a label?'/><title type='text'>unpleasant dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-6346521520009985518</id><published>2007-03-02T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T07:23:22.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hell.</title><content type='html'>OMFG I CUT MY FRINGE. that barber...!! ARGH!! that hairdresser! salonist!! GAHHH. &lt;strong&gt;told her not to cut my effing HAIR!!&lt;/strong&gt; bloody hell, i'm &lt;em&gt;pissed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freak!! now i look like some guaikia. even gabwy says so. that frontstabber. *choke* ah, whatever. he think he got nice fringe then big la. haha. then shengyi also tease me. I'M BORNT WITH A FRINGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. today was rather retarded. got band barbecue. then school felt so long even though today, friday, is the shortest day in the whole week. it still felt so damn long. then i was squirming in my seat in english. freak, school sucks. bigtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after school was band and then we went for the barbecue. the barbecue was rather awkward. i guess. unexpected people went there. t'was sad it was a rainy day. *sigh* whatever. don't really like the rain like i used to. i want &lt;em&gt;snow&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what i wore t'day!! a nice polo, cool shorts and strpied leggings! and sneakers. then mr chan i looked gay. he's &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; hip. curse him. HAHA. don't apprieciate my fashion statement. i mean i don't care. haha, whatever... barbecueing was fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was helping with the roasting and stuff. then the rest were like. talking and laughing loudly. i put chicken stuff on skewers. the fire burned my face. and i was afraid of turning &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i transferred myself to roasting meshmeyos. cause meshmeyos're one of my favourite. speaking of meshmeyos... yongsheng came today when he said he wasn't coming. HAHA. sorry meshmeyo. the meshmeyos were CHO OISHII NEH!! crispy outside meltie inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh... unexpected peeps came today. like. raihan, and the rest. didn't expect the 3 muskateers to come too. phuayxen, omar and austine. anyway, with or without them, it was kinda fun i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now... 11.20pm. ck, jeremy, wilson and zac're playing mahjong over there. wilson's house. then terence, savin, paolo and... uh. others went arcading. so lucky i wanted to go... huh... whatever. never invite me at all. sigh. it's okay i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring now. it's late i guess... dunno whether my mum'll scold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD CHARLOTTE'S MORNING REVIVAL COMING OUT ON MY BIRTHDAY!! excited. haha. sayonara neh, oyasuminasaii des, mina-san.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-6346521520009985518?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/6346521520009985518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=6346521520009985518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/6346521520009985518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/6346521520009985518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-hell.html' title='what the hell.'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-6983935094487301300</id><published>2007-01-30T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T07:17:49.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school sucks!!</title><content type='html'>omg. school is so boring. especially poa and social studies. i can't help it. it was double poa today. and... it practically sucked. i didn't even understand anything and i was wriggling in pain there. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to the meshmeyo now. he's getting high over alcohol. O_o ah. heck. i'm so bored... school really sucks. i'm sitting right in front with no one to talk to. and. between classes, like in between physics and history, i'll be sitting in front like an idiot. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lonely. although the people like brandon and jj travels from thier seats to mine to annoy me. haha. pleasantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. last month and the month before i exceeded a thousand smses. and my mum was screaming at me. and i'm going macs and coming home late everyday. almost everyday. and she's like... daoing me or something. ah. heck again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH. panic rocks. panic! at the disco!! yay. great. camisado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh. band exchange was crap. there was a marist there who made me so depressed and discouraged and demoralised. ugh. whatever. terence was damn nice. he was like... insulting the marist flautist. or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it made me better anyway. alot better. and i ended up playing the flute for around 2 hours that day. i had a good tone surprisingly. but today for sectionals my tone practically sucked. sigh. and that particular practice was quite fun. actually. surprisingly. thanks drum major!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleepy. but i can't sleep. so annoying. stupid insomnia. sigh. well. school really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayonara, "oyaminasanai neh" - terence    -_-ll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-6983935094487301300?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/6983935094487301300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=6983935094487301300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/6983935094487301300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/6983935094487301300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-sucks.html' title='school sucks!!'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-208711792718040029</id><published>2007-01-17T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:56:07.787-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s a label?'/><title type='text'>stupid school.</title><content type='html'>omg... BORING. at terence's house. didn't know how ended up here. i didn't wanna come here. stupid chunkiat. was supposed to go home with him EARLY. how did i end up here?! sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't eaten lunch. we were supposed to go macs. jason. chunkiat and i. chunkiat so idiotic. end up going to terence's house. so boring...!! ugh. fack, i'd sworn not to come here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. the reason why i couldn't update was cause my internet was down. i'm practically suffering at home. nothing to do. aloysius gave me an UNTUNED violin. huh. okay. thanks anyway. i can't learn violin myself can i? i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freak, no more dota for me. my uncle locked the computer in my room. *siiiiiigh* so no more for me. sheesh. freak my house sucks. good thing we've band. i don't wanna stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'll go find something to do. while terence and chunkiat are doing something upstairs in terence's room. hmmm. should leave them be. *snicker* ja, mata neh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-208711792718040029?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/208711792718040029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=208711792718040029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/208711792718040029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/208711792718040029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2007/01/stupid-school.html' title='stupid school.'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-3964929332356415809</id><published>2006-12-23T15:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T15:03:50.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGHHH.</title><content type='html'>THE HOLIDAYS'RE JUST BORING. SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm lonely. i guess. and... bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-3964929332356415809?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/3964929332356415809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=3964929332356415809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/3964929332356415809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/3964929332356415809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/12/arghhh.html' title='ARGHHH.'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-1503909369900581092</id><published>2006-12-23T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T14:22:59.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life passes by so quickly...</title><content type='html'>why'm i constantly sighing and stuff? i don't have asthma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm... in cousin's house right now. parents and uncles and aunts've flown off to beijing for holiday. hmmm. gonna put up christmas tree with my cousins. may be fun and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched 2 and a half series of jap dramas. &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; it. most shows... muchi des. of course. cried my eyes out. and... learnt much jap from them. friends bought me jap for dummies.... haha. i don't mind. as long as it's a present. mmmm... yeah... i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 6 in the morning. didn't sleep. haha. i drank too much pepsi. oredered pizza hut. i forgot pepsi contains cocaine. hmmm. i jumped around a bit just now. didn't help. ah. why'm i saying this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. about the camp. i'm still not sure as what's in store to me as being a chairman. i feel so helpless. terence said to make sure everything goes right. where's that? i don't have that responsibility. so why did mr chan choose me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure whether band camp'll be fun or anything. except i get control over the seniors. haha. kinda awkward. but... will it be fun? isn't a camp supposed to be fun? confused. maybe this camp is supposed to be for training purposes only. what for put games? games aren't fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this band camp. supposedly for us to bond with one another. kinda feel disgusted about that. dunno why. huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming. today's... christmas eve. 24? so tomorrow's christmas... a monday. time slips by during the holidays. you don't have anything to do. it's all the same everyday. tuition and band. i hate it. make it stop or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can that be put in santa's wishlist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleurgh. santa's fake. what'm i talking about. unless he has magical powers. like split himself up or something. does he have a jetplane to replace skinny reindeers or something? him being so fat... how's he supposed to travel the world in a night to deliver presents...? especially in a carriage drawn by meatless reindeers... (like me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure about next year too. what's gonna happen? am i gonna hate the class as much as i hate this years'? there's nothing exciting going on in singapore schools... *sigh* i'll &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; remember my secondary or primary school life. hmph... leave them behind... maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unsincerely...    anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-1503909369900581092?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/1503909369900581092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=1503909369900581092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/1503909369900581092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/1503909369900581092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-passes-by-so-quickly.html' title='life passes by so quickly...'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-4562246664857893614</id><published>2006-12-21T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:03:00.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>freak, i'm so screwed up...</title><content type='html'>OMG. why'm i the CHAIRMAN for the band camp?! it's so freaking annoying. i don't have the initiative! the responsibility! what the hell?! wasn't all this mr chan's idea?! i'm so screwed... GAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what i'm supposed to do during band camp. hmmm. but i shall not look forward to the stupid post as a chairman cause it's damn retarded. who'd choose me?! why not JASON?! he's the responsible worker people person type! freak la. band sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to mr lin we've funner pieces to play. like the tango one. the lovelovelove piece was played before. failure. good thing he gave us more scores. sunrise and safari is so freakin' boring and lame. and it's so... sad?! yeh right. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum's OFF TO BEIJING! that cheena country! i can do WHATEVER I WANT NOW. FREEDOM! finally. but she's coming back before band camp. ah well. and i dunno why the sec one orientation concert was cancelled. i was kinda looking forward to it. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still looking for a blogskin. don't offer me any. i won't accept. i'm gonna try finding or creating my own or something... life is BORING. singapore doesn't have tsunamis or earthquakes. bleurgh. whatever. so gonna migrate to japan. sayonara, my blog reading mortals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-4562246664857893614?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/4562246664857893614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=4562246664857893614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/4562246664857893614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/4562246664857893614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/12/freak-im-so-screwed-up.html' title='freak, i&apos;m so screwed up...'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-8664906856524214304</id><published>2006-12-16T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T21:55:53.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear santa claus</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;what i want for christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. a black kitty (has to be ignorish and BLACK)&lt;br /&gt;II. ticket to migrate to japan &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. new L-SIZED black clothes (don't mind plain ones)&lt;br /&gt;IV. new school shoe sneakers! (have to be white!)&lt;br /&gt;V. a warm black jacket to wear on school on rainy days&lt;br /&gt;VI. new black buckled sling bag (really really big)&lt;br /&gt;VII. i want a cool hangup display Kendo sword! whoa.&lt;br /&gt;VIII. some music cds? (jap and...i dunno)&lt;br /&gt;IX. a new mp3 player which is RECHARGEABLE&lt;br /&gt;X. a black thick book diary thing with lines in it&lt;br /&gt;XI. i want many art stuff! (pallettes, paints, brushes...)&lt;br /&gt;XII. i want a normal computer in my room with wireless internet WHICH I CAN USE ANYTIME&lt;br /&gt;XIII. more jap animes and dramas too watch cause life's too boring&lt;br /&gt;XIV. i want my own small and cosy room with antique furniture and a window which looks out onto the street with little cars zooming past...&lt;br /&gt;XV. lifetime supply of BIG lollipops! melty chocolate! more candy! i demand&lt;br /&gt;XVI. t want a new flute or piccolo...&lt;br /&gt;XVII. to go along with XVI, i want new scores!&lt;br /&gt;XVIII. i want scary lolita dolls with black lacy dresses and freaky smiles. bwahahaha&lt;br /&gt;XIX. infinity sketchbooks and high quality canvas and art paper!! yata!&lt;br /&gt;XX. i want lifetime supply of jap food. mmmm... everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;XXI. i'd love puppets. they're so cool i think&lt;br /&gt;XXII. a big screen tv with a dvd player to watch my jap stuff&lt;br /&gt;XXIII. an antique 4-poster bed with black curtains and a comfy mattress&lt;br /&gt;XXIV. for every christmas, i want... a black christmas tree with bloodred ornaments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleurgghhh. currently, the wishlist in my diary has expanded a LOT. and i do not wish to post any of them anymore as i'm feeling rather lazy at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-8664906856524214304?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/8664906856524214304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=8664906856524214304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/8664906856524214304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/8664906856524214304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/12/dear-santa-claus.html' title='dear santa claus'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-116507023768227933</id><published>2006-12-02T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T06:37:17.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vomt blood</title><content type='html'>these days are so depressing. i dunno why. have never felt so depressed like that before. it's like just... so sad. without having a reason. it's so stupid and weird. but the feeling is like... uh. i guess... it's nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. this is weird. i can't express this stupid feeling. this blog's gonna be longing. one, cause i love keyboarding. two, i haven't blogged for long. three, i have feelings to express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... how should i start off... uh. i recently watched a jap drama my cousin lent me. it's so sad and funny and nice... its wildpig's makeover. it's a about an anti-social girl coming into the school. then meeting up with a popular guy and a crazy guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they became best friends. i like the crazy guy. he's so funny and anticlimax and random. he sudddenly laughs to himself. and pretends to get drunk by drinking soyabean milk. the antisocial one is nocho, popular shuuji, retarded akira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised that --- japan is SO much better than this country. i assumed that before. but now i realised that japan is SERIOUSLY so much better than singapore.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be a japanese... my mum said she doesn't allow me to learn japanese. cause my race is CHINESE. i suddenly have a weird bad feeling. eeyuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can take japanese instead of japanese in o levels. read from a pamphlet. yeah... japanese is so cool!! it's like "hontoni?!" and "haha! ataga bakanishi des!" haha... ah well. id be having so much fun with japanese learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food [sushi], language speech, culture [kimonos and festivals], the sakuras!! and... fashion sense. cosplay and stuff. japanese people are SO cool, they DARE TO WEAR. and then the location of the country. i LOVE the tsunamis and earthquakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school uniforms are much more fuller than our plain school uniforms. the school allows the students to dye their hair... keep it long... their pe uniforms're so cool. the anime comics and the music... home decors... all kinds of japanese things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um. then ithe school HAS to be co-ed [mixed], wide variety of people. yeah. so cool. they have lots of school events. you can even STAY in the school instead of going home, i dont mind that, SERIOUSLY. thats SO cool, staying in school with friends and explooring school. poking specimens in the biology lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's damn unlike singapore schools. japan schools have televisions in their class rooms. to watch what the media club has to show them and stuff. so nice. and they're allowed to have their lunches and bentos ANYWHERE in their school. lucky japanese people... i'd pick the rooftop to have MY lunch. on to the next topic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band. hmmm. i USED to love band. but now... not really. it's getting boring. you're not allowed to talk anymore. and according to nathanael, you're not allowed to practice music. i mean a birthday song is music right?! and i was teaching kovan the birthday day song to play it his relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does doing something good lead to having something bad? i had to perform the birthday song in front of the whole squad during fallin time. sheesh. bloodsssiehell. i don't think nathan likes to admit his wrong. and i REALLY forgive him. uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm what now... i guess that's it. stupid computer. affected be virus i guess. i didnt even get a chance to use it and now popups are coming on. the internet is also like going on and off... anyway. i'll sign off now. sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-116507023768227933?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/116507023768227933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=116507023768227933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/116507023768227933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/116507023768227933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/12/vomt-blood.html' title='vomt blood'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-116374277502152873</id><published>2006-11-16T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T08:21:19.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>auditions auditions...</title><content type='html'>yongsheng stayed over last night. just him. it was fun i guess. he didn't wanna take a bus to my house. so i had to go to junction 8 to fetch him. ah well. i guess it was fun. i went to junction 8 in fear of paedophiles... then he took advantage of me by asking me to buy stuff. haha. evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we started watching movies. and he didnt dare watch all the scary stuff. he only watched like... scary movie 3?  ah well. at least the show was funny. and he was sad he couldn't watch number 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH DAMMIT. stupid faggot maggot laptop so annoying lag like shit. UGH. i'll post another time.... sayonara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-116374277502152873?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/116374277502152873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=116374277502152873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/116374277502152873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/116374277502152873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/11/auditions-auditions.html' title='auditions auditions...'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-116355847084612817</id><published>2006-11-14T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:54:53.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sickening house</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;gahhh... i can't do anything around here. stupid house. anyway. jeremy chua, chunkiat, wilson, jason, emmanuel and aloysius came to my house yesterday. was it yesterday? i think it was monday. yeah monday... we just did stupid stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeremy was in my room conducting stuff. then wilson, aloysius, chunkiat and jason were playing mahjong in the basement, i mean, it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a beng's game. right? it's so informal... whatever. and then they went home and that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i've got my handphone back! it's terence's old phone model. which has stupid keys. ugh. i've lost all my contacts too. so just give me your number when you see me or something... if not i won't be able to contact you. and i'm using the same number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T WATCHED DEATHNOTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum's overseas! i can invite friends to stayover! yes!! but i dunno whther they can make it though. ah well. i'm banned from computer. according to my father, i've to finish a chinese paper and get 75 and above. tch, like &lt;em&gt;that'll&lt;/em&gt; happen. i don't care. there's always music practicing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-116355847084612817?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/116355847084612817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=116355847084612817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/116355847084612817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/116355847084612817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/11/sickening-house.html' title='sickening house'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-116256937824430703</id><published>2006-11-03T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T08:38:10.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.S.T. in camp...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;L.O.S.T. in camp...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's own something together. riiiiiight. gah... back from camp. muscle aches. especially in my thighs... ow. can barely walk... sick camp. wait... &lt;em&gt;fiftyfifty&lt;/em&gt;. i guess it was quite fun. heh. hmmm... i guess i'll go through the three days like the band camp. this shall be my second long post. hope nothing happens while i'm typing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dayone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh... had to reach school early in the morning at nine or so. i was slightly late. cause when i reached there it was time for my group to leave to assemble in our groups. wait that sounded weird, ah heck... we're grouped halfhalf in our own classes. so i'm not grouped with a retard who wanted to hang his &lt;em&gt;wet &lt;/em&gt;socks in his bag to keep it safe and dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... our leaders were okay. kirby was the "strict" and quiet one while xavier was the nice and sociable one... we got our camp books, our spastic camp egg and our ready-to-draw-on flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the camp books were dead cheesey. especially the nyaa questions in it. eeyuck. i didn't remember anyone of them though. except i tried to be honest about the camp and most of the people sucked up to the questions. sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the egg was the most awkward. if you broke it you'd "minus 1000 points" from your group. geez. why not just break it on the spot and forget about even having to carry it around and worry about breaking it? they said the points could earn you icecream and stuff. &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flag!! my favourite. my forte: ... &lt;em&gt;art&lt;/em&gt;. at least it's something i could do. so they voted for me to draw on the flag while shawneeboy helped try to think of the design for it. and he said the credits go to him... okay... then we all traced our hands on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was okay. we did it all in black cause it was the only coloured marker we had currently... sad. jason wanted his to be gothic red and black. okay... his red isn't blood like. it was lighter so it was rather fake... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. after all these stuff xavier chose the roles for each of ourselves. i was flag bearer! i was dead satisfied and happy with that... you get to carry the flag around and pretend it's a staff to summon the &lt;strong&gt;undead&lt;/strong&gt;. so it's fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we boarded the bus... where i just listened to my mp3 and looked out the window with sonic next to me. they were playing a mind game at the back. a seat behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to figure out how the mindmaker creates the... ah heck i'll give an example. ernest says 2 mrt stations and you've to guess the next one. yeah... something like that. and the "bangbangbang who's dead?" one too... no one laughed hysterically. but it was fun thinking... i think. oh wait, they laughed after that. so it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we reached the stupid darn place. changi moe adventure camp thing. with all the sand around...ugh. and the noisy planes. then we were sent to our dorms and bunks by kirby... the bunks were okay. i don't bring sleepingbags. so i'll sleep with my black jacket... i did that in band camp anyway. so i guess it's okay to sleep with my jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day's activities were just kayaking. which i'm dead excited about... first we had to wear shoes. i wore the only pair i had. sadly. then we floated in the sea first. to ensure that the floats work and stuff... then i got into the kayak with sonic. he didn't even paddle at all... that guy. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a race with chinhong. that suckup. oops. ah well. we almost capsized. i paddled too hard i guess. good thing i didn't get fully wet. then we had to get out because of the nice rain... and the wonderful flashy thunder lightning bolt. which could get all of us dead in a &lt;strong&gt;flash... &lt;/strong&gt;i feel so saddistic all of a sudden&lt;strong&gt;... &lt;/strong&gt;sorry. heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the evening we learnt the really cool campfire songs. i practically &lt;strong&gt;loved &lt;/strong&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;catholic&lt;/strong&gt; one about &lt;strong&gt;peace flowing like a river through my soul&lt;/strong&gt;. riiiiiiiight. heck. it was weird too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was the fashion parade. the search for st gab's superhero. what the hell... many people cross dressed their models. i was thinking of a bishop. thing. yeah. then the stunt was to do the magical wonderful cross. ah well. yunyi was the victim. wasn't any theme though. heck. xavier pushed me to get involved. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had to go back... i'm not sure what happens next. ah well. we slept in the noisy bunk and with all the planes flying around loudly and stuff. deafening to my ears. but i got to sleep luckily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daytwo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up groggy at 5. brushed teeth then stoned on the cold floor huddled in my jacket until around 6. when we had to assemble at the yard thing. for breakfast. hmmm. what happened next.. shucks. should've brought the book back home. i threw it away... typically. heh. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day two's activities were... the amazing race, the obstacle course, the flying fox, &lt;strong&gt;rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt; [YES!!] and absailing. the amazing race!! early in the morning. was fun. greg carried the flag today. i did alot of running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to travel around singapore (not really &lt;em&gt;around&lt;/em&gt;) to do stuff. like posing as manikins and all. answering questions. sonic was supposed to be leader. but that suckup koped his spot. so... &lt;em&gt;heck&lt;/em&gt;. f him... annoying brat. he was so sucked up. he was like, "okay guys, guys, guys, concentrate." something like that. ugh. sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ran all the way back. dead tiring. but i had to admit. all that jogging ahead of the class with ernest was fun. i'd always thought i ran like bamboo crap. but then i had more stamina than chinhong!! heh. he blamed me for not stopping for them. i &lt;em&gt;stopped&lt;/em&gt;. but ernest pulled me to keep going and chinhong blamed &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;. sickass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then obstacle course... i &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to admit that was rather fun...first, we had to stay on a log. without talking, hand signs, touching the ground, we had to switch each other into places according to our index numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the log we had to do our stupid cheer which &lt;em&gt;chinhong &lt;/em&gt;and shaun made up. something like... we had a fright... standing up to fight... cause that's what b6 is like... gooooo b6... yay... yeah. weird. there's something around the front somewhere. but i forgot. heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was some chemicallised river made of nitric acid or somehting like that. you stick your feet into the sandy river and nothing happens. okay... there was a rope in between the square tile and the log. we start from the log. we had to find a way to get the rope in between. so some freaks stripped and hooked thier shirts against the rope and &lt;strong&gt;fortunately, &lt;/strong&gt;the rope didn't get roped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this uber tall malay guy from our class stretched down, with the help from other people to pull his hand in case he falls into the deadly nitric acid, he could grab the rope easily... we all had to use it to swing to the other side. the square tile. so we did it. especially xavier and kirby... it was so suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we did the spiderweb which was dumb. cause you couldn't touch the ropes and had to go in between them. then in the end the supervisors decided to let us touch the ropes. whatever... lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally. sonic's worst nightmare. the Height activities. absail, rock climb and fox fly around... rock climbing was the best. i could get through it fast and easy cause of my height. heh, but... my hands and fingers were aching after that. then it started to rain again! yeh!! flying fox was cancelled. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to wait in the canteen. then... the group of female teachers, mdm foong, ms toh, mrs lim,ms ong and ms yap were talking. then ms toh was like pointing to me and then they called me over. what the hell... first i've to explain something... which is in turn weird too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that somewhere... i dunno when. somewhen. whatever. before that, i was &lt;em&gt;kindly&lt;/em&gt; saying hi to miss toh and mdm foong. then &lt;strong&gt;mdm foong&lt;/strong&gt; told miss toh that i was the one who was so &lt;em&gt;naughty&lt;/em&gt; and i didn't speak chinese to mdm foong when &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;spoke chinese to &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;. then miss toh taught me a lesson. okay... she started calling me chen yi er [chen one two] cause i didn't know the meaning of my name. &lt;strong&gt;whatever...&lt;/strong&gt; heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was like... asking me what my name meant in chinese. i only know the "ken" which meant promising. not "juan". then she scolded me and told me to find out the meaning of "juan". ugh.. okay... back to the canteen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they called me over to talk and then miss toh and mdm foong said i was the naughty one. miss yap was like... no, he's the good one in my class...!! and mrs lim and ms ong were like... he's a good artist you know. miss ong said i drew pretty kitties on her civics and moral book while mrs lim said i drew on her exam papers. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then miss yap asked why i was called chen yi er. so i had to embarrassingly explain to them... then my grouped totally left me there! they went back! and after i talked to them i was &lt;em&gt;lost&lt;/em&gt;. i couldn't find my group... then i asked around and found them at the CRC course thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just tried the tightrope. and the log thing. it wasn't really that scary. after climbing that, and attempting rock climbing and absailing... i realised i wasn't really that afraid of heights. okay... so i was happy for once. hmmm. what else was there... okay, nothing else. i think. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;campfire tonight. super stupid. there was the video watching. of all the past day's events of what happened. the bonfire was pretty. the sparks which flew up looked like fireflies... then there was the stupid fashion parade. they were hopping around the retarded fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up with the campfire songs. what the hell right? then after that we could sleep at one. xavier and kirby had a cool debrief. an hour. i loved it surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked about one another's good and bad points. i pointed out that kirby was too strict and xavier always pangseh us... i guess i was wrong about xavier though. feel bad. ugh... then he explained to us the he had to go for the briefings and all while kirby took care of us. gahhhh i feel so bad...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was finding for chunkiat to talk but couldn't find him... ah heck. just had jaggy and michael to talk to. then we went to sleep. oh yeah instead of being bunked, we slept in tents. SO COOL. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daythree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF... thank "him" it's friday...  finally we're going home!! bye, stupid camp! but first we had springcleaning thing. stupid. ah well. groggilly cleaned toilets. then boarded the bus back for band... met up with jason and chunkiat in the new study area. wanted to talk there but the slcs were having their debrief and pizza there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah... on the bus... xavier and kirby wrote nice stuff in our books. wow... i was... tearing. a bit. i'm not exposing what they wrote in my blog... i tore out that page only and threw the rest of the book away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just said that i'm a good artist accorcding to xavier and kirby... gahh embarrassing... but they're nice... touching. what the hell what's wrong with my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went up to the band room to talk. around there. jaggy couldn't attend band. sad. ah well. we talked about stuff you readers shoudn't know of. then jaggy went back and chunkiat and i went for bubble tea. walking back, i said bye to xavier but no kirby. heck him. heh, sorry. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at the trafficlights something&lt;em&gt;  miraculous&lt;/em&gt; happened!! chunkiat met with his group slc leader guy... uh. eugene, yeah, eugene. then the green man was on and then eugene was digging his bag for something... then he took out a HUGE BAR OF EFFING DARK CHOCOLATE FOR CHUNKIAT. mother. lucky freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to chunkiat, eugene's a nice guy. heh. i think so too. lucky him. eugene knew that chunkiat loved chocolates then he gave up that bar for him. and he even stopped before the green man. xavier didn't give me &lt;em&gt;ANY&lt;/em&gt;. ah well. he's nice enough too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to band... ah heck. i'll stop here. it's just about the camp anyway. ah well. see you. wow it's long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-116256937824430703?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/116256937824430703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=116256937824430703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/116256937824430703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/116256937824430703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/11/lost-in-camp.html' title='L.O.S.T. in camp...'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-116211958163334493</id><published>2006-10-29T01:51:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T08:24:13.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid promotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ugh. mrs sim says i don't read at all. in fact... i read bloody thick fantasy novels. and she says i don't read. and she teaches history. which is the only subject that i failed. and then in the promotion meeting, she's gonna tell everyone about me being a slacker. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so scared. 4th november. report book collection day. ugh. i wanna get into a. math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. i don't feel like blogging. so &lt;em&gt;sick &lt;/em&gt;in the stomach. &lt;s&gt;butterflies&lt;/s&gt; maggots in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[deathnote's in cinemas]&lt;br /&gt;[lemony snicket book 13's out]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-116211958163334493?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/116211958163334493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=116211958163334493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/116211958163334493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/116211958163334493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/10/stupid-promotion_116211958163334493.html' title='stupid promotion'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-116186879872422786</id><published>2006-10-26T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T06:19:58.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleeeeeuuuuuurggghhhhh</title><content type='html'>vomit &lt;em&gt;blood.&lt;/em&gt; why of all people does nat choose me to do the blogskin... i accept anyway. cause the credit goes to me... haha. anyway. today was crapped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't bring pe. i wanted to wear it to school. ah well. school sucked. shouldnt've went. ugh. pathetic class, &lt;strong&gt;i'm out of that annoying disgusting moronic filthy maggotbreathed class for bad.&lt;/strong&gt; sheesh, thank satan. stupid class. i hate it. band was okay. went through vesuvius. but &lt;em&gt;chunkiato&lt;/em&gt; didnt bring the &lt;em&gt;piccolo&lt;/em&gt;. that goddamn bloody b!tch. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr lin said the flutes sucked. in vesuvius. then i was so discouraged... i guess i should practice more on flute rather than piccolo. chunkiat's the piccoloist anyway. then after band... bubble tea. terence... i don't wanna talk abuot it but... sorry, terence. gahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to abbie's for stayover where we'll eat &lt;em&gt;sushi&lt;/em&gt;. mmmmm. i love japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[he blocked me. he actually blocked me while we're talking... ugh]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-116186879872422786?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/116186879872422786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=116186879872422786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/116186879872422786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/116186879872422786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/10/bleeeeeuuuuuurggghhhhh.html' title='bleeeeeuuuuuurggghhhhh'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-116117744382192805</id><published>2006-10-18T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T06:17:23.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still post-exams...</title><content type='html'>boring... i can barely use the computer though it's after my exams. i feel so free. but there're still tuitions. sheesh. annoying. bloody Hell.. anyway. i wanna go out sometime. i've yet to buy pink, evanescence and fallout boy. but i only have fifty bucks here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my results are less than okay as expected. i'm unwilling to post them up here. cause... privacy. yeah... so my art didn't turn out so good. i got 72 and chunkiat got 90. jason got 66. guess jason and i wrote out of point. bloody hell. ugh. art's for FREE FORM. why the technicality? stupid art. though i'm taking it next year. &lt;em&gt;prolly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band wasn't that fun yesterday. nathanael went through boring songs. well jingxuan went through for the fallen which was okay. then nathanael was the commmander. &lt;strong&gt;boring&lt;/strong&gt;. sheesh. no marching at all. was just turn left and right and hundred eighty degrees. terence's commanding funner. but he has masterclass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then band was over early according to &lt;strong&gt;jingxuan&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(geez, end so early for &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;?)... which was such an utter waste of stupid time. we could've played more songs... then we went to the crossroads and then thought of terence. so we went back to the bandroom, jaggy, chunkiat, nathanael and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back cause terence owed me big bar chocolate. haha. the rest went back cause they wanted to play instruments. nathnael was conductor of a flute, a piccolo, an euphonium and a sax. then jeremy came in to be conductor. michael and jonas were the lousy percussions... then we played vesuvius with 5 instruments plus jeremy's clarinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terence came and we went bubbletea store and he bought me chocolate. terence went home with max and jeremy, chunkiat, jason and i ate lunch... and jeremy brought a topic about the secrets of the unknown and superstition and chunkiat was freaked outta has numbskull...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminders:&lt;br /&gt;[gabwy's concert this friday. okay...]&lt;br /&gt;[band tomorrow! XD ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-116117744382192805?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/116117744382192805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=116117744382192805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/116117744382192805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/116117744382192805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/10/still-post-exams.html' title='still post-exams...'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-116072489376466948</id><published>2006-10-12T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:34:53.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exams OFFICIALLY over</title><content type='html'>slept at 5 yesterday and woke up at 6 for school. there isnt school next monday and tuesday so i'm kinda happy. nervous about my results though. i messed up on a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band's next tuesday!! rejoice! i miss the music! i want more joe hisaishi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh... goddammit. totally blew on art today. i decided to paint in the end. then i forgot to bring pallettes and newspapers. in the end my whole table was a mess. for palettes i used another drawing block. haha. i'm so innovative. after which we had a stupid dumb talk. i was freezing in the hall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPUTER TIME! DOTA ALL THE WAYYYYY! sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[people like me dont feel this high, usually. dont get used to me being like this.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-116072489376466948?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/116072489376466948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=116072489376466948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/116072489376466948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/116072489376466948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/10/exams-officially-over.html' title='exams OFFICIALLY over'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-116063382873058435</id><published>2006-10-11T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T23:17:08.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post-exams!!</title><content type='html'>YEAH!! finally the time i've been waiting for... post-exams!! i feel so free... after the TORTURE... i'm just too happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;computer till midnight! then there's band next tuesday. no more studying! there's still the dread that there's art and dnt tomorrow. not sure what to do for art. maybe last minute decision or something. really not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. glad im back to blogging. miss blogging so much. changed the skin to this constellation horoscope one. still looks awful. have to change it some other time i guess... i'll be back to my research! sayonara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[brother's a spastic retard. wish i were The Only Child...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-116063382873058435?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/116063382873058435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=116063382873058435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/116063382873058435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/116063382873058435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/10/post-exams.html' title='post-exams!!'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-115867420390554213</id><published>2006-09-19T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T06:56:43.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>booooring</title><content type='html'>oh no... just realised that the exams're drawing nearer. scary... it can determine whether or not i'll get into a math or not... ugh. hate these kinda feelings. stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year is gonna be &lt;em&gt;dead fun&lt;/em&gt;, i'd bet! cause the upper secondaries are gonna be too busy with their o levels to care bout band so &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; get to be in charge instead! the feeling of power is so amazing... if mr lin doesn't come, we can practice any scores we like. bwahahaha... that's be fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nathanael changed the exodus webpage into something bright with white. disgusting. he should search for nicer skins... *sigh* band today... we didn't touch mononoke. and after band my &lt;em&gt;mother&lt;/em&gt; didn't allow me to go lorang lewlian for bubble tea with the rest. GEEZ. goddammit. i was so damn pissed. my bubbletea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first she tells me to take bus on my own, don't rely on the driver all the time and &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt; what?! she wants the driver to fetch me? make up your MIND, &lt;strong&gt;SHEESH&lt;/strong&gt;. freakin' pissed off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-115867420390554213?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/115867420390554213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=115867420390554213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115867420390554213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115867420390554213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/09/booooring.html' title='booooring'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-115847315823544093</id><published>2006-09-16T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:05:58.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boring lazy sunday</title><content type='html'>ugh... nothing better to do on a sunday. no school. life's so boring... it's the same cycle. then weird mortals start adding stuff in to make life interesting like birthdays and boxing day. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano class later. as usual. teach boring basic stuff. cousins over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, the band has a new blog! by... nathanael. the rookie java and html host. i wanna be the host! he doesn't link the bandmates. he should ask for their blogs if they have one. then put them up. he's so normal... people can't be weird for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(how do you drag the links above into the bar on the left with html? i can't find the damn code...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-115847315823544093?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/115847315823544093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=115847315823544093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115847315823544093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115847315823544093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/09/boring-lazy-sunday.html' title='boring lazy sunday'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-115762283190808198</id><published>2006-09-07T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T06:39:22.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays are boring...</title><content type='html'>i'm suffering! there isn't any band practices so far. except for tomorrow. nathanael should host another band practice on saturday or something. well. there &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a practice on tuesday. but due to some listening comprehension thing... cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time jaggy told me i was halfway there so i thought why not go? i'm going to terence's house anyway. so jaggy, chunkiat, marvin, nathanael and i stayed there talking at the new study area for a while and then sundram chased us out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so jaggy, chunkiat, marvin and i went to terence's house. for some pathetic reason from chunkiat. sheesh. i didn't know terence was &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;rich. his house is halfhalf gothic mansionic! i loved it. as if aircon was on everyday, everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his dog looked &lt;strong&gt;royalty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;compared to mine. i had fun bullying it. and jason and chunkiat were pissed. so we played monopoly till lunch. then jaggy went to his gramma's house and terence, chunkiat, marv and i went to hougang central for lunch at long john's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lunch was expensive. from there marv met his brother and went home. so terence, chunkiat and i went back to terence's house. we practically did &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; there. it was so boring... so chunkiat went to sleep on terence's bed and then i was drawing on the table... then terence. joined him. yeah. okay, i don't wanna talk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high school musical dance along this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-115762283190808198?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/115762283190808198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=115762283190808198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115762283190808198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115762283190808198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/09/holidays-are-boring.html' title='holidays are boring...'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-115703790498504829</id><published>2006-08-31T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T08:25:04.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;hmph. retarded school. why not let us wear ANYTHING we want to school? it's so unfair. it's kinda like a halfday for us too. such a fashion messup. or something like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;anyway. wore some short pants thing cause woke up late and mum was pissed off at me. so embarrassing. my jacket's so big and pants so short... eeyuck. it was raining too. how cosy. teacher's day was crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking around botanical gardens did &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;have a link to teacher's day. it's crap. so i caught a bit of a cold and was shivering through my &lt;strong&gt;jacket&lt;/strong&gt; (note the words in bold) i guess it was worth while. to get drenched in the &lt;em&gt;slight&lt;/em&gt; drizzle and all. yeah. could whip people with my hair. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that amused with the things set up. no shows no performances. where's the gigs and moshing? i want some deep purple! sweet child of mine...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the stadium, went back to st mike's then went laning at e2max with josh dom dylan ryan and kuanyue. then left dom josh and i so we went to shop in heeren then plaza singapura... had trouble going home. mum kept pestering me. yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*changedskin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-115703790498504829?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/115703790498504829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=115703790498504829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115703790498504829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115703790498504829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/08/teachers-day.html' title='teachers day'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-115668904869271472</id><published>2006-08-27T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T07:30:48.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so tired...</title><content type='html'>yesterday... had tuition for 3 hours then attended a concert which screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with josh and dylan. dom and abbie were performing... as ants. haha... their acting wasn't that bad. abbie was a good slave-driver and dommie was a critic. some seargeant ant marshall guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. after that went to dom's house waiting for dom and abbie so josh, dylan, mellie and i could watch a movie. the break-up, monsterhouse, tokyodrift... i wanted to watch tokyodrift first! ah well. we waited in their house for quite a long time till like, from 7 to 11 playing dota and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was watching music videos on youtube with mellie... don't forget to watch evanescence's call me when you're sober video on my previous post!! it's so cool. the wolf was cool and she was so elegant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 11 dommeh and abbeh came back and said we should've been there. there was the matinee and the night concert but &lt;em&gt;dylan&lt;/em&gt; somehow, bought the 3pm one. wasted... the night concert had a mosh pit! so cool... the matinee concert had a band performance too. i think it was teacher's band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they sang &lt;em&gt;sweet child of mine &lt;strong&gt;so cool!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; twas the best. they also had a high school musical thing, we're all in this together. and also there was some breakdance thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so took bus home at 11.45 or so and reached back home at 12.30 and talked on the phone with chunikiato till 3+ or so... so sleepy now. was supposed to go cycling this morning but &lt;strong&gt;noooo&lt;/strong&gt; mum wouldn't allow. it was cosily raining too so i slept alone in the whole house with everyone else gone for stupid lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept almost the whole day today... still sleepy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-115668904869271472?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/115668904869271472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=115668904869271472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115668904869271472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115668904869271472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-so-tired.html' title='i&apos;m so tired...'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-115665364419808414</id><published>2006-08-26T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:44:02.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>call me when you're sober - evanescence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrT0wLE0k_Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrT0wLE0k_Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's evanescence's new video. it ROCKS. she plays a pretty little red riding hood getting wooed by some hot wolf guy thing. it's definitely worth watching. the stage rocks and her voice so powerful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-115665364419808414?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/115665364419808414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=115665364419808414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115665364419808414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115665364419808414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/08/call-me-when-youre-sober-evanescence.html' title='call me when you&apos;re sober - evanescence'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-115655560814679530</id><published>2006-08-25T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:26:48.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>investiture sucked</title><content type='html'>UGH. can't stand it. stupid investiture. little people came. and the songs we played were boring 'cept for nottingham sketches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to add on, i was stupidly the emcee with shengyi! so embarrassing. the person who chose me's gonna &lt;em&gt;pay&lt;/em&gt;. so pissed. and because i'm emcee, i couldn't play the songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't wanna be emcee. maybe that was why my voice was so dull. i'll &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; be emcee again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't even do the marchpast! i didn't practice so i was like flailing all around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid darn investiture...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-115655560814679530?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/115655560814679530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=115655560814679530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115655560814679530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115655560814679530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/08/investiture-sucked.html' title='investiture sucked'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-115607161393046277</id><published>2006-08-20T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T03:19:45.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flag day...</title><content type='html'>had flag day yesterday... was quite fun actually. had it with the sec 4s so i was... what the?! but tim and luke came so it was okay. was wondering why gabriel went... there weren't anyway sec 3s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to wake up &lt;em&gt;early&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;EARLY&lt;/em&gt;, i say. so pissed. and then reached there with jaggy and chunikiato. so we talked and the others soon started filing in... &lt;em&gt;especially&lt;/em&gt; the sec 4s. most of them were from band... cause we had practice on the original flag day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went to orchard road to ask donations with jaggy, chunkiat, marvin, minghao, aloysius, michael, clement, luke and timothy... then soon later michael, marvin and clement decided to go to novena church to sell the flags and the rest of us went to thomson plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[not complete cause &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; had to stop me, sheesh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm back. after eating lunch in thomson plaza, we just headed back a few minutes late... and then i had stupid tuition while luke and tim bitchily went to watch some nc16 movie. sheesh. yeah, that's all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-115607161393046277?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/115607161393046277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=115607161393046277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115607161393046277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115607161393046277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/08/flag-day.html' title='flag day...'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-115564819518449768</id><published>2006-08-15T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T06:23:15.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch my brain...</title><content type='html'>today. had band. was supposed to go to sonic's house for project. instead, i loyally went for band... haha. "loyal"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was mass marching today. it was super fun... we went marching round the whole school! i &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;marching. it's the funnest thing of all in fall-in time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then in the music part we played a cool new song called Concertino where every instrument in the band could get a solo. so mr lin told everyone with the solo parts to play the solo. not one person but the whole section to play the solo... anyway. the solo's pretty long. and it's so challenging, i &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i played the solo with chunkiat and kovan and then they stopped playing halfway... ugh. those maggots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i... gave the birthday card to yongsheng today too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-115564819518449768?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/115564819518449768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=115564819518449768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115564819518449768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115564819518449768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/08/ouch-my-brain.html' title='ouch my brain...'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-115554665840934381</id><published>2006-08-14T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T06:14:44.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh. goddammit.</title><content type='html'>stupid day. class was okay. but going home wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had stupid chinese oral when i was supposed to go home at 1.45, chaffeur fetching me. but then i had chinese speakodrama and had to estimate the time taken for me to finish so i can tell my driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my friends wanted to come over to my house to do a project... so i had to tell my chaffeur to come later cause my other friend had to finish his exam first and he was the &lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt;... sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jaggy said there was a band meeting at 3. so i told my friends i couldn't make it and told my chaffeur to come &lt;strong&gt;later&lt;/strong&gt;. and he was quite pissed too... oops. so i quite hated this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nathanael was to blame for the meeting! he said there was one but there wasn't. ah well. i guess i'm cooled off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-115554665840934381?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/115554665840934381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=115554665840934381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115554665840934381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115554665840934381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/08/ugh-goddammit.html' title='ugh. goddammit.'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-115518790523266404</id><published>2006-08-09T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T22:31:45.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is disgusting.</title><content type='html'>i'm cut off from my resources! i'm unable to do the things most kids do these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i can't use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;    -isn't it where you do all your research and where you meet with your friends?&lt;br /&gt;2. i can't watch television.&lt;br /&gt;   -isn't it where you catch up with the latest news and shows that everone's talking&lt;br /&gt;    about in class, and where you get your creativity from?&lt;br /&gt;3. i can't really go out.&lt;br /&gt;   -isn't it where you socialize and experience the citybeat and where your relation&lt;br /&gt;    with friends and people increase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. i've had it. maybe i should stand up for my teenrights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-115518790523266404?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/115518790523266404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=115518790523266404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115518790523266404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115518790523266404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-disgusting.html' title='this is disgusting.'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441004.post-115511295978965099</id><published>2006-08-09T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T01:42:39.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my yet another first post</title><content type='html'>hmm... maybe i should create a new blog after 50 posts. the previous one had 52 posts so... i'll create a new blog like this after every 50 posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i've listened to people's advices to create a blog no matter what, just to express your feelings... but i'll try not to overboard myself this time. enjoy my blog...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32441004-115511295978965099?l=bitternightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/115511295978965099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32441004&amp;postID=115511295978965099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115511295978965099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32441004/posts/default/115511295978965099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitternightmares.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-yet-another-first-post.html' title='my yet another first post'/><author><name>ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09484414962757634027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
