<?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-9064823</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:49:37.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>||   doesn't it seem like deja vu   ||</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mong</name><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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064823.post-2041571923341495301</id><published>2007-05-05T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T20:50:57.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 18: Drama Reborn</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="widget" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" width="340" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1F575B0E.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7A214ED3.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_6E5372F4.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-4811A17.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-396C1EDE.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A16A102.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_0AEB34CA.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-63B0E5ED.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7BA2BE9F.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A19707.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2D00D6DF.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5DD0E519.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2A5CA732.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;amp;habitslabel=JUNKIE MONKEY&amp;uid=299592-e77a&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd5" bgcolor="#000000" quality="best" enablejavascript="false" allownetworking="internal" allowscriptaccess="never"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(150,150,150) 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; WIDTH: 340px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 25px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=299592-e77a&amp;srv=iwebhd5"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;color:#cccccc;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://imagini.net/friends/"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going mad... are you?&lt;br /&gt;i swear i am going to kill you if i ever see you again.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064823-2041571923341495301?l=dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/2041571923341495301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064823&amp;postID=2041571923341495301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/2041571923341495301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/2041571923341495301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-18-drama-reborn.html' title='Chapter 18: Drama Reborn'/><author><name>Mong</name><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-9064823.post-739729971955516528</id><published>2007-02-25T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T20:54:57.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 17: The Little Things You Do Together</title><content type='html'>We had a band outing yesterday! What great fun it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I all began with meeting yunwei at bt batok, then proceeding to jurong east to meet up with lormee. After which, peakiew and david joined us at marina bay before we set off to go and fly kite! YES! We went to fly kites! And what excitment it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the shop owner selling kites was very no-goose. After deciding to buy 2 $2.50 kites, the shop owner then passed us the strings, telling us that it would cost us an additional 1 dollar each! And so, we spent $7 dollars buying lao-pok kites and tried to fly them. hahahahaha... we ran around like headless chickens making our kites fly while the old uncles behind stood on spot and tugged on the string so leisurely and their kites flew higher and higher into the sky... we were really pek-cheak. sian sian siannnnn... By that time, kk and chelly had arrived and another $3.50 kite combo wass bought. I was already despairing at that moment in time, with my PIKACHU kite already half torn and chelly's POWERPUFF-SNOOPY-DORAEMON kite's string was ripped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN, a miracle happened! yunwei and peakiew came with a $1.50 cheapadee kite flying high up in the sky!!!! (which according to them, flew up into the sky while they crossed the road to the field, and they didn't noticed it at all) and INSTANTLY, our evening became absolutely amazing with each of us taking turns to fly the kite higher and higher into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the morale of the story? - buy cheapo kites and they will fly automatically into the sky by themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to eat steamboat at zhen4 fa1 huo2 hai3 xian1. And i stuffed myself with lotsa french fries, satay meat and gou3 qi2 zi3 stamboat soup.... hohohoho... totally unhealthy and i became even fatter after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after! we left marina bay to watch movie at marina square only to be shocked by the huge crowd and little time slots left for any movie now showing. So we walked towards the overcharging hawker centre near esplanade. Everything is damn ex there la...... Cheng Tng cost 2.60 (1.50 in food courts), hokkien prawn mee costs $4/6/8 (2/3/4 in bt batok hawker centre), mee soto is $3.50 (1.50 if you get it in school lo). Hai hai.... but we sat there and chatted for a while before all of us left home for the night. wad a tiring day it was.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i lost all my energy to continue on blogging liao... tired tired... tmr is another day of work.... siannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i shall look forward to the 1st ever cheapcheapgoodgoodtalklonglong outing tmr! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going mad... are you?&lt;br /&gt;it is the little things that counts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064823-739729971955516528?l=dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/739729971955516528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064823&amp;postID=739729971955516528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/739729971955516528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/739729971955516528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/2007/02/chapter-17-little-things-you-do.html' title='Chapter 17: The Little Things You Do Together'/><author><name>Mong</name><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-9064823.post-3275204889347465109</id><published>2007-01-27T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T11:49:32.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter XVI: Choose and Initiate</title><content type='html'>Here are the finalists for the saxophone section blogskin selection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=66820&amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=66820&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Rainbow Charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=119291&amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=119291&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Woah Saxy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=52127&amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=52127&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Rainbow Pills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=128017&amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=128017&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) GOOFBALLS - they are oh-so maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=117538&amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=117538&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please vote at the tagboard to your right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going mad... are you?&lt;br /&gt;it is time to choose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064823-3275204889347465109?l=dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/3275204889347465109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064823&amp;postID=3275204889347465109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/3275204889347465109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/3275204889347465109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/2007/01/chapter-xvi-choose-and-initiate.html' title='Chapter XVI: Choose and Initiate'/><author><name>Mong</name><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-9064823.post-3641368711560076240</id><published>2007-01-02T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T22:29:28.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter XV: A New Year</title><content type='html'>It is that very time of the year again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know..... the time of the year when we look back at the stupid things we have done for the previous one.... while thinking of more stupid things to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a mad year it has been! Band concerts, Brisbane, 'A' Levels, NS... total lia gong. So how did i spend the last day of this insane year? Let me tell you:&lt;br /&gt;- arrived late at city hall with my brother (1910)&lt;br /&gt;- met up with class at kenny rogers in marina square&lt;br /&gt;- horrified by the portions of food there&lt;br /&gt;- continued to be horrified while forcing the food down my throat&lt;br /&gt;- surprised by david who notified me that there were tchs band juniors in kenny rogers&lt;br /&gt;- left kenny rogers feeling really really full&lt;br /&gt;- met up with kezia at citylink&lt;br /&gt;- walked towards esplanade to "chop" places to watch fireworks&lt;br /&gt;- remained stationary on bridge as we are really kiasu people&lt;br /&gt;- decided to leave the bridge as rain began to fall&lt;br /&gt;- was squished by people of "one of the colours" (as mentioned by minhao)&lt;br /&gt;- caught a breath when i finally jostled out of the horrendous crowd&lt;br /&gt;- was totally not prepared for what was happening next&lt;br /&gt;- mortified by the sea of people stuck at citylink underground&lt;br /&gt;- continued to be squished&lt;br /&gt;- witnessing people going mad while being squished, i.e. middle-aged woman shouting that she needed to pee while being stuck in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;- scolding stupid people who are taking photos of the sea of people on the stairs instead of moving (wtf?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;- continued to be squished till marina square&lt;br /&gt;- bought drinks which included 5 giant-sized soft drinks for everyone and 1 student's meal for kezia&lt;br /&gt;- continued towards the esplanade and reached at 0000 hours&lt;br /&gt;- admired beauitful fireworks which started without any warning or countdown&lt;br /&gt;- continued to admire fireworks... really really nice especially the barrage of golden fireworks at the end&lt;br /&gt;- the fireworks ended and then the horror began&lt;br /&gt;- swarms of people moved towards the mrt&lt;br /&gt;- go read minhao's blog about the swarm of people... totally scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar! he didn't mention how we even managed to reach the mrt station, we:&lt;br /&gt;- rushed past the barracades which were forcefully pryed open by someone&lt;br /&gt;- ran across the road&lt;br /&gt;- climbed over the fencing at the centre of the road&lt;br /&gt;- halted and watched a police car racing past us&lt;br /&gt;- ran across again&lt;br /&gt;- climed over even more barracades&lt;br /&gt;that was how desperate we were to get home... seriously... it is like a scene out of desperate housewives... oh how scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, I have learnt a few lessons from the first moments of my new year:&lt;br /&gt;A) book a hotel next time (preferably the suite on the top of fullerton)&lt;br /&gt;B) do not pour water from the hotel room down to the squeezing crowd (unless you want to be mugged by a mob of angry people)&lt;br /&gt;C) if unable to carry out A, go get driving license and a car&lt;br /&gt;D) if unable to carry out A or C, do not go for any countdowns&lt;br /&gt;but still, it was great, thanks to the company i had. Thanks again for spending the first moments of the new year with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it is the beginning of a new year, i shall make some new year resoultions:&lt;br /&gt;1) indulge more in life's guilty pleasures such as mahjong&lt;br /&gt;2) watch more television shows, i.e desperate housewives, grey's anatomy, heroes and ugly betty&lt;br /&gt;3) find new tv shows to watch, i.e weeds, big love and dirt&lt;br /&gt;4) try to earn more money without breaking the law&lt;br /&gt;5) lose weight!!!&lt;br /&gt;6) get driving license and hopefully a car&lt;br /&gt;7) work harder to get at least one scholarship (which probably wont happen anyway)&lt;br /&gt;8) try not to think too much about 'A' level results&lt;br /&gt;9) cherish and love friends and family that i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!! it is a brand new year!!!&lt;br /&gt;would the new year be just as crazy as the last one... only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;2 days of 2007 have just ended! now there is 363 days more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going mad... are you?&lt;br /&gt;new year, new beginnings... so what's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064823-3641368711560076240?l=dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/3641368711560076240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064823&amp;postID=3641368711560076240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/3641368711560076240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/3641368711560076240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/2007/01/chapter-xv-new-year.html' title='Chapter XV: A New Year'/><author><name>Mong</name><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-9064823.post-116614819779607925</id><published>2006-12-15T09:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T10:03:17.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter XIV: ...Not Quite Really Dead Yet</title><content type='html'>Life after A levels has been really hectic. Trying to squeeze in so many outings to catch up with so many people to do so many things has been really really tiring... so tiring that I haven't been blogging for quite a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really would like to blog about everything I have done so far but it would take too much a burden on my limited brain power. Hence, I am going to only narrate the day i spent yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my brother's birthday... and so began the crazy morning that i had. Scrambling around to get all the things done before I left, so that my brother would have a great celebration at night. soon after, I went to yiyang's house to run! hahahaha... actually i didn't run much cause my whole body was still aching from running excessively for the past week. After tiring out my body even more, I decided that it was time to go for band. By that time, the rain was already pouring like siao liao... then i had to run across the unsheltered road to reach the bus-stop to school. So i dashed acrossed it like the madman I am, drowning myself in the heavy rain that was pouring. When I reached school, I got lost in the blardy large SALT centre trying to find the band room. I walked up and down numerous flights of stairs, only to reach dead-ends, empty rooms and horrifying corridors. Seriously, the place was so ******* dark even in the afternoon, and you feel as though you are acting in a horror film. I was finally rescued by the ever-glowing sunyang, who looked really red after her netball game with her class. When I reached the band room, the entire band was still having practice, so I started having a long long chat with sunyang when suddenly isaac appeared outside the room! I just realised that this entry is getting to be very long... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i chatted with him for a while, and then returned to chat with sunyang till band practice ended. Being in the new band room felt all to familiar. The ruckus and crazy noise after band practice, band people dashing around to get things done... hai... Anyway I had great fun packing the stuff for the band people leaving for thailand. Hohohoho... what fun it was... after that, we left for lunch (at 3 pm.... so it is more like linner) in the still pouring-now even heavier rain. Therefore, we decided to take a taxi down to bukit timah plaza to eat pizza hut! And poor bernard was stretching his hands out in the poruing rain to hail the taxis-with literally blind taxi drivers-would couldn't give a **** about poor ex-jc students starnded in the rain. Kudos to bernard and go to hell to the taxi drivers. When our taxi finally reached bt timah plaza, the rest were standing there... waiting to unload the horrifying truth that pizza hut is closed for renovation till 15 dec. What the *&amp;%$*#@*#%$@ la... One more day only, just open the freaking restaurant and pq threatened to kick open the doors to let us in. Having no other choices, we adjourned to the kfc outlet downstairs to have our linner and thus, wasting all the running I had done so far...hahahaha... But having a meal with the bandies was such great fun! hai... how i missed those days when we ganged up on sara (yesterday pq... oh poor pq), listen to bernard's freezing comments, chelly's complete blurness (and hotness... hahahahahaha), shengqi niao-ing mong, sitting beside a stinking lormee, alfred's craaaaaaziness, yunwei defending the poor pq and oh poor pq.... ok the entry is getting too long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the band people, I went back home to celebrate my bro's bdae with a tiramisu cake (and now i have to run 1726372391287312 miles liao). And so sorry 4a people! especially minG!!!! I still couldn't make it in the end... hai... budden I heard that you all had a great time! Please call me again when you all go out ok! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it is time to leave my house again... to catch up with an old friend and to send the band people off to thailand (... oh stupid NS... now i can't get to see those dancing transvestites liao). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going mad... are you?&lt;br /&gt;life and death is an endless cycle, just like everything else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064823-116614819779607925?l=dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/116614819779607925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064823&amp;postID=116614819779607925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/116614819779607925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/116614819779607925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/2006/12/chapter-xiv-not-quite-really-dead-yet_15.html' title='Chapter XIV: ...Not Quite Really Dead Yet'/><author><name>Mong</name><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-9064823.post-116408189451110120</id><published>2006-11-21T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T09:24:42.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter XIII: I'm Still Alive...</title><content type='html'>it's almost ending&lt;br /&gt;my mind isn't sane&lt;br /&gt;all those scripts i have written&lt;br /&gt;made my hands cramp and pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only three days are left&lt;br /&gt;and who's to blame&lt;br /&gt;i can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;i should set something in flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is coming soon &lt;br /&gt;the end is in frame&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh the fun that comes&lt;br /&gt;mahjong and games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;i bet you're the same&lt;br /&gt;the last day will soon come&lt;br /&gt;till then, don't let your mind wane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going mad... are you?&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i'm still alive and standing here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064823-116408189451110120?l=dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/116408189451110120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064823&amp;postID=116408189451110120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/116408189451110120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/116408189451110120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/2006/11/chapter-xiii-im-still-alive.html' title='Chapter XIII: I&apos;m Still Alive...'/><author><name>Mong</name><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-9064823.post-116073855195647226</id><published>2006-10-13T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:22:31.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter XII: Vodka, Lime and Caprioska</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai... I promised myself not to cry today (cause i am saving up my tears on the last day of a lvls... haha). But it is so hard not to... it seems like everything around me is trying to make me cry today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I went to see yanyun's art project today and I am really impressed. I can really tell she spent alot of time doing her animation project. It is really impressive but i almost fainted when i saw the converted me in the animation film... ok la... maybe it is also my fault... hahahaha... All the art pieces are really emotion-evoking, particularly for sadness... but they were really really interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar then I was going home with sam today. Then our bus was very very very packed... so we went down the bus to take another empty 66 bus behind it. Apparently the bus driver is either blind(which i dun think so because he is driving the freaking bus) or stupid(which i dun think so either because he should hav minimal intelligence to drive such a blardy long bus). So i concluded that he should just despise me and sam, causing us to be stranded on the forsakened bus-stop "after upper bukit timah road". ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! I was on the verge of crying liao la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then arh... I have no idea why my iPod has suddenly turned into a sad-songs-spewing machine... all the sad songs suddenly just keep playing when i set it into shuffle mode la... 风筝，眷恋，深信不疑，离人节，etc. I tell you arh, even if you are feeling happy and excited, and then all these songs start playing non-stop, keep pressing forward also have no use lo... you will start sinking into the dark oblivion of grief and sorrow la... what the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohohoho... i typed so much liao... hahahaha... maybe i will try to type more (and more often) when i have more free time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going mad... are you?&lt;br /&gt;the first page of tragedy: Caprioska - gin, lime and a numbed heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064823-116073855195647226?l=dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/116073855195647226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064823&amp;postID=116073855195647226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/116073855195647226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/116073855195647226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/2006/10/chapter-xii-vodka-lime-and-caprioska.html' title='Chapter XII: Vodka, Lime and Caprioska'/><author><name>Mong</name><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-9064823.post-115658801014887963</id><published>2006-08-26T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T18:26:50.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter XI: Temperature Rising</title><content type='html'>It is finally setting in... the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss everyone so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is coming by very soon and I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going mad... are you?&lt;br /&gt;raging fire: it's so hot in here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064823-115658801014887963?l=dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/115658801014887963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064823&amp;postID=115658801014887963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/115658801014887963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/115658801014887963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/2006/08/chapter-xi-temperature-rising.html' title='Chapter XI: Temperature Rising'/><author><name>Mong</name><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-9064823.post-115607743051806265</id><published>2006-08-20T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:03:10.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter X: It All Begins Here</title><content type='html'>After days of intensive mugging, my brain has finally burned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I now declare to the world that my mind has been turned into mush by those 4 piles of notes I have in my room (which is by the way, extremely messy after i ripped it apart while trying to find all my bio notes (which are in fact, still lost in the heap of thrash i call my room (which is essentially not my room at all because i share it with my brother (who is going off to OBS tommorrow))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I conclude from the above statement(s) that the room will be mine tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on the 4 pile of notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally begun in biology! This marks the beginning of studying for my prelims (okay... this sentence sounds weird). I predict that my brain would eventually eat itself up by the end of A levels. This will occur through the process of nuclear fusion where the lighter nuclides in my brain would fuse together and form a single heavy nuclide while releasing a great deal of highly energised neutrons. See cambridge! This is what happens to students who take your sickening A level examinations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am looking out my window (which is completely open without the glass panels and the grills). Yes yes I know what all of you are thinking... apart from all the suicidal thoughts I am having now the scenery is actually quite beautiful when you live on the 23rd storey... the wind is breezy and the night is so calm... The windchimes are swaying in the wind, tinkling to the flow of the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder people like to die in such an atmosphere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going mad... are you?&lt;br /&gt;all beginnings mark the ending of another chapter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064823-115607743051806265?l=dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/115607743051806265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064823&amp;postID=115607743051806265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/115607743051806265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/115607743051806265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/2006/08/chapter-x-it-all-begins-here.html' title='Chapter X: It All Begins Here'/><author><name>Mong</name><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-9064823.post-115427834346149446</id><published>2006-07-31T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:52:23.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter IX: Farewell</title><content type='html'>So much has happened over this weekend... Biomedical Quiz, Band Farewell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, come to think of it, it is only these two events... but they have made me realise so many things... like my ability to stay up for 2 whole days without feeling tired at all, the unity of the biomedical quiz team, the love i have for band and most importantly all the friends i have made along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everybody, from the trainers and my fellow teammates in bioMAD quiz to my bandmates in band. All of you have made a difference in my life and i will carry on with the gift of knowing you along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yar, i m supposed to do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITES&lt;br /&gt;Color: blue, silver, black and orange&lt;br /&gt;Food: ehhhhh... very hard to choose leh.... hmmmmmmmmmmm japanese?&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Take the Lead (loved the sexy dancing)&lt;br /&gt;Sport: cycling&lt;br /&gt;Day of the week: saturday (because you get to wake up late, sleep late and wake up even later on the next day)&lt;br /&gt;Season: winter&lt;br /&gt;Ice-cream: Lemon Sherbet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT&lt;br /&gt;Mood: tired and unusually high&lt;br /&gt;Taste: chewing gum? (it is a weird taste)&lt;br /&gt;Clothes: white shirt and long pants&lt;br /&gt;Desktop: a phone and a bunch of mess&lt;br /&gt;Toenail colour: i dun colour them&lt;br /&gt;Time: 12 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Surroundings: messy living room&lt;br /&gt;Annoyance: the pile of homework beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: a girl in k1 and k2... ehhhhh can't rmb her name liao...&lt;br /&gt;Crush: keira knightley&lt;br /&gt;Lie: how to remember?! u crazy arh!&lt;br /&gt;Music: let me go and choose now... ehhhhh.... 天天夜夜 by F.I.R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS&lt;br /&gt;Cigarette: i dun smoke&lt;br /&gt;Drink: lime vodka&lt;br /&gt;Ride: on a taxi with sara, lormee and sunyang from NUSS&lt;br /&gt;Crush: ehhhhh arhhhhhh hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Movie: She's The Man&lt;br /&gt;Phonecall: hahahaha... with my father... checking whether my phone was spoilt...&lt;br /&gt;CD: eh? i dun really buy CDs...&lt;br /&gt;Classical Songs: hmmmm i can't rmb... that was a looooooooooooong time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;Dated one of ur best friends: ehhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Broken the law: jaywalking&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested: no?&lt;br /&gt;Skinny-dipped: u crazy arh?&lt;br /&gt;Been on tv: haiyo... no la no la&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone that you dont know: yar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things you did today:&lt;br /&gt;- woke up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;- went to suntec&lt;br /&gt;- tried to buy a pair of new shoes&lt;br /&gt;- learnt about interesting things from lotsa people... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you can hear right now:&lt;br /&gt;- 黄昏晓 by 王心凌&lt;br /&gt;- my fan turning&lt;br /&gt;- random cars dashing on the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;- i am crazy&lt;br /&gt;- talking with people is fun&lt;br /&gt;- hyper!&lt;br /&gt;- alcohol keeps me awake (i dunno why)&lt;br /&gt;- i can stay awake for 4 days without sleeping (then sleeping for 3 days after that)&lt;br /&gt;- i am grdually getting irritated by the length of this questionnaire&lt;br /&gt;- really irritated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;- snakes (in any form)&lt;br /&gt;- having no friends&lt;br /&gt;- having no money&lt;br /&gt;- having to witness more deaths in my life&lt;br /&gt;- nothing else liao&lt;br /&gt;- aiyoh... really la&lt;br /&gt;- getting more and more irritated with this questionnaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random music at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;- Breakway (Kelly Clarkson)&lt;br /&gt;- S.O.S (Rihanna)&lt;br /&gt;- 触电 (S.H.E.)&lt;br /&gt;- 飞行部落 (f.i.r)&lt;br /&gt;- 天天夜夜 (f.i.r)&lt;br /&gt;- Our Story acapella version (Tension)&lt;br /&gt;- 舞娘 (蔡依林)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things i say most:&lt;br /&gt;- hahaha&lt;br /&gt;- woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;- u want to die izzit?&lt;br /&gt;- ...的感觉&lt;br /&gt;- la&lt;br /&gt;- leh&lt;br /&gt;- lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people to do this:&lt;br /&gt;- minhao&lt;br /&gt;- jessica&lt;br /&gt;- matthias&lt;br /&gt;- yanyun&lt;br /&gt;- samantha&lt;br /&gt;- jinguan&lt;br /&gt;- liting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO! I AM DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going mad... are you?&lt;br /&gt;farewells are always sad... but this is the ending for every tale to tell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064823-115427834346149446?l=dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/115427834346149446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064823&amp;postID=115427834346149446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/115427834346149446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/115427834346149446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/2006/07/chapter-ix-farewell.html' title='Chapter IX: Farewell'/><author><name>Mong</name><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-9064823.post-115322555536122021</id><published>2006-07-18T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:25:55.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter VIII: What Will You Do When Time Runs Out?</title><content type='html'>i am going mad... are you?&lt;br /&gt;shards from a shattered mirror, wisps of a broken candle,&lt;br /&gt;heed my desperate call and find the source.&lt;br /&gt;now i can see through your perfect disguise,&lt;br /&gt;what will you do before it runs its course?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064823-115322555536122021?l=dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/115322555536122021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064823&amp;postID=115322555536122021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/115322555536122021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/115322555536122021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/2006/07/chapter-viii-what-will-you-do-when.html' title='Chapter VIII: What Will You Do When Time Runs Out?'/><author><name>Mong</name><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-9064823.post-115226989462407185</id><published>2006-07-07T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T18:58:14.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter VII: Moonshine Bar</title><content type='html'>As day progresses to night, the mind follows a slow degradation. When you wonder past your sane state, your mind starts to develop oh-so-desperate thoughts and radical ideas beyond your manageability. That's why an occasional dose of self-medication is taken to bring yourself out from these thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it spending a lonely night finishing your deadline;&lt;br /&gt;Or waking up in the night, shocked by your sub-conscious mind.&lt;br /&gt;Realising that everything you believed in was just a terrible lie;&lt;br /&gt;Or the truth that you heard was too unbearable to take in.&lt;br /&gt;Soothing yourself to slumber;&lt;br /&gt;Or trying to quell the fire of excitment in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after receiving your inner peace, you would slip into a deep slumber... only to awake into another day of unbearable pain. And hence, you begin your cycle once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going mad... are you?&lt;br /&gt;my glass of moonshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064823-115226989462407185?l=dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/115226989462407185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064823&amp;postID=115226989462407185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/115226989462407185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/115226989462407185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/2006/07/chapter-vii-moonshine-bar.html' title='Chapter VII: Moonshine Bar'/><author><name>Mong</name><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-9064823.post-115175665882250535</id><published>2006-07-01T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T20:24:18.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter VI: Tragic Rose</title><content type='html'>Would you cry in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;finding two streams of tears flowing down your cheeks uncontrollably?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going mad... are you?&lt;br /&gt;the story of a beautiful tragedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064823-115175665882250535?l=dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/115175665882250535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064823&amp;postID=115175665882250535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/115175665882250535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/115175665882250535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/2006/07/chapter-vi-tragic-rose.html' title='Chapter VI: Tragic Rose'/><author><name>Mong</name><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-9064823.post-115134968362122610</id><published>2006-06-27T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T22:38:02.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter V: The First Mental Breakdown</title><content type='html'>or maybe more like stomach breakdown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a horrible stomache on thursday... it seems like my whole family had been poisoned by food and i waited at the horrendous polyclinice from 8 am - 1 pm to get my medicine. I mean, seriously, is there so many people falling sick on the same day. Wait... i realised it is not the problem of the number of patients, cause you can't blame people for falling sick, it is a problem with the doctors. YES! All of you are so damn slow... why can't you diagnose your patients faster?!?!? Does it take 30 minutes to look at ONE freaking patient?! Argh stupid place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i missed two of my block tests on that day... Bio and Physics... haix.... i actually studied for them leh... come to think of it... no matter how hard i study for bio, i wouldnt score at all... so.... hahahaha. Then physics.... haix... but i still havta take the tests some other time la, so nvm lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the block tests have almost ended... woohoo! Australia here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going mad... are you?&lt;br /&gt;mentally in mercure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064823-115134968362122610?l=dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/115134968362122610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064823&amp;postID=115134968362122610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/115134968362122610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/115134968362122610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/2006/06/chapter-v-first-mental-breakdown.html' title='Chapter V: The First Mental Breakdown'/><author><name>Mong</name><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-9064823.post-115071861263249804</id><published>2006-06-19T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T20:03:32.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter IV: Living with Hysteria</title><content type='html'>Yes... After such a long period of studying (= 1 hour ago), i shall take some time to relax and recall my day yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where shall i begin... hmmm... oh yes, he wedding dinner! I went for a wedding dinner at Pan Pacific yesterday. The food was okay la... more importantly, i was introduced to all of my relatives like an exhibition opened by my mother. And that only happened after i called a few people to express my boredom at the wedding dinner. My mother must have seen me... argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... continuing on... interestingly, i realised that some of my relatives were already drunk before the wedding had begun. Really! Their eyes were already red and they were spouting some random teochew comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, i was already missing my brother... he is in australia now... and i m supposed to go fetch him later. Yay! hahahaha... although i hate my brother but i still love him... aiyah... it is that weird kind of brother thing... all siblings should be able to understand it la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the wedding... and during the whole duration of the wedding, there would be some random alcoholic shouting/screaming, then everyone would look over to find that he/she would already be gone... hahahahaha wonder where were they all escorted to... and they remained gone for the whole wedding after that... scary... The rest of the wedding was uneventful... kinda sian diao by the end of the whole thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After such a long night and meeting all of my relatives all over again, i was really tired... but nevertheless, it was fruitful... the apple does not fall far from the tree and now i understand how i became liddat... alcoholic, neurotic and absolutely crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going mad... are you?&lt;br /&gt;a dash of alcohol with fits of hysterics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064823-115071861263249804?l=dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/115071861263249804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064823&amp;postID=115071861263249804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/115071861263249804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/115071861263249804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/2006/06/chapter-iv-living-with-hysteria_19.html' title='Chapter IV: Living with Hysteria'/><author><name>Mong</name><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-9064823.post-115037740455117567</id><published>2006-06-15T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T03:21:52.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter III: Secrets and Scandal</title><content type='html'>It is human nature to seek confidence in others. But there is this shocking moment for each of us... that moment when we realise that we are all alone in this world;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend whom we spent most of our time with, betrays our trust;&lt;br /&gt;The love that we cherish, would move on quietly, leaving behind our wrenched hearts;&lt;br /&gt;The family that we care for, would one day depart from this cruel world;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and then we could end up all by ourselves, with no one we could care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going mad... are you?&lt;br /&gt;what are the secrets hidden beneath the scandal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064823-115037740455117567?l=dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/115037740455117567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064823&amp;postID=115037740455117567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/115037740455117567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/115037740455117567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/2006/06/chapter-iii-secrets-and-scandal.html' title='Chapter III: Secrets and Scandal'/><author><name>Mong</name><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-9064823.post-114995506196764142</id><published>2006-06-10T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T18:47:42.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter II: Are You That Desperate?</title><content type='html'>Apparently everyone has gone mad...&lt;br /&gt;Yes... almost everyone i have met yesterday showed signs of delirium and craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient Number 1: My Brother&lt;br /&gt;Due to the lack of sleep and over-exposure to the harmful radiation of his computer, he has been smiling all day long and blabbering nonsense to himself. Seriously! It is quite scary... he would go stare into his computer like how he does to his girlfriend and then mutter something about killing and levelling up. Obviously hypnotised by that horrid MMORPG game that he is playing... haix... and now, he is still playing... sooner or later that computer is going to blow up in his face... see how he play his computer then... argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patients Number 2, 3 and4: Counter Officers at the Immigration Office and the Photo-taking lady&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh i don't know what to say about them. Seriously, is everyone mad or something? Why are you laughing for no apparently reason? It is really creepy... like all those three people are possessed... OK! I shall go and perform a shaman spirit exorcism spell for those three people... and stop them from scaring all those poor children who are making their passports for the first time... or else those poor children dare not return to that place to do their passports every again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient Number 5: Wong Min Hao a.k.a Genius-in-05s7b&lt;br /&gt;Yes... it is true... he admitted to going crazy yesterday after a mass convo with jessica and i witnessed it all. The horrifying girl drove him to madness with her replies in incoherent sentences and fuelled by warped ideas. Compunded by the heavy load of work that Min Hao would have completed by now, he may be beyond the hope of recovery... let us all hope for the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient Number 6: Jessica&lt;br /&gt;Of course... who could forget about this initially-recovering patient. After driving Min Hao to the edge of madness, her condition took a turn for the worse and she is currently trapped in her own home, strapped down for the benefit of mankind. We should all be metally prepared for the worst to come... And oh yes, please go and settle that thing hor! Or else i can't find a backup plan at the last minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every is going mad and you may be next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going mad... are you?&lt;br /&gt;desperation is the key to success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064823-114995506196764142?l=dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/114995506196764142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064823&amp;postID=114995506196764142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/114995506196764142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/114995506196764142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/2006/06/chapter-ii-are-you-that-desperate.html' title='Chapter II: Are You That Desperate?'/><author><name>Mong</name><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-9064823.post-114984991527789804</id><published>2006-06-09T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T18:46:25.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter I: Prelude to Delirium</title><content type='html'>PQ acutally emailed me to blog -.- okok i shall pick up my lazy fingers and lay them onto my keyboard and start writing the crap below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the end of two horrifying days of biomedical quiz training. 9 to 5, can you believe it? It is like a freaking day time job... without pay. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually... it was rather fun, learning about various different conditions arising from severing your cranial nerves such as, getting crosseyes-diplopia-otherwiseknownasdoublevision and seeing yourfaceplungingtotheground-becauseallyourfacialmusclesareparalysed. How i wish certain individuals would experience such symptoms on their sad... sad little bodies. Oh please... let punishment befall on those who defy nature and live their pitiful existance - save these pathetic beings and SALVAGE THEIR CORRUPTED SOULS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough! now back to happier thoughts... there is going to be a band chalet soon!!! Woohoo!! Yunwei rocks!!! I love band!!!! Band people, mahjong and alcohol - the perfect combination for biomed on the next day. I would most probably be too drunk to listen to the 9 to 5 lesson after taking a taxi there with my winnings... how absolutely exciting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going mad... are you?&lt;br /&gt;what a wonderful day this is... delirium is catching up on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064823-114984991527789804?l=dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/114984991527789804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064823&amp;postID=114984991527789804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/114984991527789804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064823/posts/default/114984991527789804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavualloveragain.blogspot.com/2006/06/chapter-i-prelude-to-delirium.html' title='Chapter I: Prelude to Delirium'/><author><name>Mong</name><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>
