<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991</id><updated>2009-10-18T08:14:52.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[*my name is unique=)*]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-2470190168850147429</id><published>2008-12-27T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:08:10.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was thinking on the bus today, how money reallie changes a person.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its like, hmm. u see that stuff on tv all the time, tho a little extreme (gotta exaggerate for media's sake), cos sometimes ppl dun reallie get arrogant and haughty when they get rich. but they still change. mostly its the mindset, the way they view money as a form of convenience that makes them seem different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for example, people are alot more reckless when they've money. they tend to do more crazy stuff, without thinking of the consequences, because they CAN PAY FOR ANY DAMAGE. its like, why should i think so much? just do whatever i like lah, anth just pay lo, i have cash, and its not like i cant afford it. attitude problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another type of change is like, hmm, have u ever suddenly rmbed a friend's birthday, then because ure too lazy to go make smth for her personally, u resort to buying stuff instead? i have, and i hate it. when i was little, and poor, cos no parent gives a preschool kid money, i'd make presents for my mom on mothers day, and on her birthday. no matter how ugly i drew, how out of shape my handmade flower was, my mother always loved it, because i made it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when u make a present for someone, ure giving her part of yourself. your sincerity, your time, your efforts, your heart. but when u simply buy a present for someone, what are u giving her? yes the present, and what else? time needed to look for the present? effort to find the present? oh yes, money, to buy the present? yes perhaps u give the same things in context, but its all so.. mercenary. its all so mechanical, like a conditional exchange, whereby ure using money to buy time, effort and sincerity. whereby ure using money to buy the smile on ur friend's face when she sees the present. its.. just so.. EEW. i think its fine to buy, if what u think your friend reallie needs, or would loves cannot be handmade easily, for example, a camera, or a rare antique. and its okay if u buy a gift for an accquaintance, but if u dunno what to get for ur friend, because u dunno what suits her or dunno what she wants, then i think its better to handmake something, than to buy smth at random, which she probably may not need after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dunno, when i was in NP, it was tradition to make presents for ma'ams, and sqdmates too, as a result. no matter who made them, because it was always done together as a company, or as a sqd, the presents reallie look great in the end. and they are reallie very creative. last time we created a mountain and a delta out of styrofoam, cos we were from the company delta haha. we used uhu glue to corrode away the styrofoam to make a depression for the delta, representing the river. we also used to bake different kinds of cookies, make our own games to give our ma'ams. we even tried to make our own decorative candles, and glass bottles of ma'ams names suspended in different shades of coloured gel, forming a gradient. from the juniors i received handmade slippers, a macdonalds happy meal box with different homemade food to represent the items inside, like they made a huge cookie to symbolise the burger. i also received a handmade plush toy, sewed and decorated, handmade photo albums, laminated cards and so on. all these gifts are not only time consuming, creative and sincere, they also serve as grounds for learning. team building, new baking tips, new ways of using icecream sticks etc etc. so all along we're used to making presents, and receiving handmade gifts in return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why and when i stopped doing what i did for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but from today on, ill make my friends presents, and not buy them, unless reallie necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-2470190168850147429?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/2470190168850147429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=2470190168850147429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/2470190168850147429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/2470190168850147429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-thinking-on-bus-today-how-money.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-2324582664118201094</id><published>2008-12-25T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:04:57.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sqd outing was so funny today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the original plan: go kbox, then picnic at marina barage. sounds reallie nice right? hahahaha. but then when we planned this we expected the sqd turnout to be... at least half, as pigo said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN THIS MORNING..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pigo: eh, i think reallie not many ppl coming leh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mr: hmm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pigo: u see ah.. (starts counting, who's sick, who's overseas, who MIA..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mr: (zones out, replies smses)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pigo: ... then, we're left with only, FOUR PPL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mr: WHAT!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yes, kiewy, ah bi, pigo and i had an outing hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we walked from city hall to central, had lunch at some ramen shop, taught a little boy how to make faces, got the evil eye from his mom, then took a bus to bugis, visited conneh and brought her some christmas cheer, went to kinokuniya at bugis junction to read and wait for yuzhen (finally, 5 ppl!) then walked again, from bugis to... plaza sing! hahahaha. then went to daiso, bought stuff, like food. then went to sit and rot in macdonalds. ate fries and caramel corn, made use of the sms chat thingy. then stoned some more, and went home(okay i went to the airport heh) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tho its very little ppl. and we didn do much, i still enjoyed myself today! walking and talking and eating is FUNNN. its a 37 thing, eating, hahaha. the thing is, no matter what special trait or common interest the sqd shares, as long as everyone enjoys doing it, it doesn really matter what it is. could be cleaning toilets for all i care. cos its the spirit we share that matters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEEEEEE........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next sqd outing, we'll make it good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-2324582664118201094?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/2324582664118201094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=2324582664118201094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/2324582664118201094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/2324582664118201094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-sqd-outing-was-so-funny-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-4427194003118782298</id><published>2008-11-28T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:38:51.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i shall blog here again haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im staring v hard at the screen, trying to recall what was it i wanted to blog about. my memory is horrible, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-4427194003118782298?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/4427194003118782298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=4427194003118782298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/4427194003118782298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/4427194003118782298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-i-shall-blog-here-again-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-2899576088179722836</id><published>2008-05-19T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:14:23.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i remember i said, that a girl will avoid the person that she likes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but a girl will also avoid the person who irks her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorrie i missed that out the other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't push your luck, please. there's a limit to my patience too. in case you havent noticed, i have a temper. so its a matter of time that i snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bottom line? keep your nose to yourself and stop poking into other ppl's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially business that is of no concern to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i saw a pretty funny quote in an email. it goes like this: in a relationship, one party is always right. the other, is the husband. HAHAHA. sad for all husbands out there lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. shall go write crap reflections now for SL. dunno whats the point really. its not as if there's much to reflect about every week. hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-2899576088179722836?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/2899576088179722836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=2899576088179722836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/2899576088179722836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/2899576088179722836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-remember-i-said-that-girl-will-avoid.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-488371543237952459</id><published>2008-05-10T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T23:43:48.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're walking in the air&lt;br /&gt;We're floating in the moonlit sky&lt;br /&gt;The people far below are sleeping as we fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding very tight&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding in the midnight blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding I can fly so high above with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far across the world&lt;br /&gt;The villages go by like trees&lt;br /&gt;the rivers and the hills&lt;br /&gt;The forest and the streams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children gaze open mouth&lt;br /&gt;Taken by suprise&lt;br /&gt;Nobody down below believes their eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're surfing in the air&lt;br /&gt;We're swimming in the frozen sky&lt;br /&gt;We're drifting over icy mountains floating by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly swooping low on an ocean deep&lt;br /&gt;Arousing of a mighty monster from its sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're walking in the air&lt;br /&gt;We're floating in the midnight sky&lt;br /&gt;And everyone who sees us greets us as we fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I should stay, I would only be in your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I'll go, but I know I'll think of you ev'ry step of the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bittersweet memories that is all I'm taking with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We both know I'm not what you need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope life treats you kind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I hope you have all you've dreamed of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I wish to you joy and happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But above all this, I wish you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will always love you."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my summarising skills OWN(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-488371543237952459?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/488371543237952459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=488371543237952459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/488371543237952459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/488371543237952459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2008/05/damn-nice-song.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-143408679771041334</id><published>2008-05-10T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:47:12.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my grandma went missing again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was horrified when i heard the news. cos its not the first time she went MIA. and both times, she lost her way going to the market, even tho she goes to the market thrice a week. both times, she left the house at 9am and only came back way after dark. both times, all she had for the entire day was a cup of milo. coincidental?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time she went missing, she was found walking IN a canal at pasir ris. a CANAL. she could not rmb how she got there, and she had no idea where she was heading. when a woman found her and contacted us, all we could do was to thank whoever's up there for watching after my grandma. we were reallie lucky it was low tide at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, she left the house at 9am today, and she just returned home. throughout the entire day when she was missing, i couldn't stop thinking about her. i felt reallie guilty because i havent been spending time with her at all because i couldn't be bothered. sure, i could use "i was busy" as an excuse for not spending time with my grandma. but like i said, its just an excuse. and im horribly ashamed of myself. i couldnt help thinking, what if smth happened to her? i would seriously regret for life. cos i didn speak to her before she left the house. i havent hugged her for months. sometimes, i don't even greet her when i return home. i should just slap myself and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we called the police, and they came to take our statement. then the police started contacting hospitals and stuff to check if there were any accidents involving senior citizens. all that time i was seriously crossing my fingers and hoping the police wouldn find anth, but yet at the same time, i wished they had. then they left, and they called again at 9.30 to check if we had any updates. but duh we didn. then suddenly, my grandma just came home. all she could say was that she spent 18 bucks on taxis. and she started walking around the house with the umbrella she brought with her, refusing to put it down. she couldn or wouldn say what happened. all she did was to lament abt expensive taxi rides. maybe its shock. and she's reallie hungry cos she hasnt eaten for the entire day.. but at least, she's safely home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she calmed down a little, i immediately gave her a hug, to tell her that im sorrie that i neglected her for so long. im reallie glad that whoever's up there is watching over her, and bringing her home safely wach time. im reallie grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you. reallie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-143408679771041334?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/143408679771041334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=143408679771041334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/143408679771041334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/143408679771041334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-grandma-went-missing-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-8236456323021347592</id><published>2008-03-14T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:07:41.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ppl say, "its better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if having loved and lost means losing a friend, forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i'd rather i never loved at all&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not worth it, exchanging a brief moment of love for what could be a lifelong friendship. and lets face it, no matter how people try to argue, lost love can never revert back to the friendship it was before. so, no. im afraid of love, because im afraid of what i could lose, if i fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone send me a saviour, to enlighten me, and show me the way&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-6964644518202307383</id><published>2008-02-15T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:54:57.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ill be ur cloud up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;ill be ur shoulder when u cry&lt;br /&gt;ill hear ur voices when u call&lt;br /&gt;im ur angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when all hope is gone im here&lt;br /&gt;no matter how far u are im near&lt;br /&gt;it makes no difference who u are&lt;br /&gt;im ur angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im ur angel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; right, this song. trust me, the tune's even sweeter. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ure really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sweet,&lt;/span&gt; and i reallie appreciate everything that you have done for me. but i have no more space inside for u right now. im &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, YOU should be &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;. for being so unreasonable. for not making sense. for disrupting the lecture. for being &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; ever made a mistake in ur life or forgotten something? ill never believe it if u say u havent. cos ull be a freaking &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;liar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lying&lt;/span&gt;. is it always bad to be lying to urself? whats so bad about laughing heartily when ur heart is bleeding? maybe it heals. i dunno. i guess the real anguish comes, as jlp mentioned, when u return to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;? how do i know im not imagining things? i dream a great deal. too much, sometimes. maybe i imagined everything that goes on in my head. maybe nothing that i told u guys is true. maybe you are far far away. and its my own imagination that made me feel ure always &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;near&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;near&lt;/span&gt;, far, wherever u are.. so where are u, exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im always wondering &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; u are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; is it? catch it, squeeze it, strangle it. kill it.&lt;br /&gt;so it will nvr come back again. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; ever do smth like this again. we wont let you. ur every move is killing us, destroying us. i noe u enjoy it, u freak. but even hatred has a limit. if ure gonna bend the rules, so are we. one more year and im out of school and ill be moving on but ull forever be stuck in that miserable place with that miserable amount of hair working miserably for that miserable amt of money. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LOSER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so uve &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;. what are u waiting for? pick urself up, and go again. this time, be &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please be &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;, all will be fine. i promise. i pledge my life. fight it! kill them all! and you will emerge a healthier, stronger, happier person. we love you! we will always be here to support you, no matter what((: we will hold ur hand and pull u forward, out of the black cloud that's &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;engulfing&lt;/span&gt; u and holding u back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;engulfing&lt;/span&gt; u with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;randomness&lt;/span&gt; and im enjoying every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; is beauty. cos u will never understand what im writing unless ure me. haha. i have thus created a barrier between my thoughts and the prying eyes of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurray(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-6964644518202307383?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-4201087977429376608</id><published>2008-01-12T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T15:37:26.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so much has happened this week and im feeling so disorientated now. it doesn help that i came down with the flu last weekend and it lasted the whole week-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anw. what we were dreading is confirmed. the thing abt dalt. heard it from 39 when we went back for campcraft trng. sigh. i dont want it to happen. i want dalt to belong to nynp forever. like it always has! whats so difficult abt that? why cant that freak understand our relationship with dalt is not some retarded whirlwind romance or some shortlived passion? we truly love dalt and we want it to be with us, tgt with nynp forever. i noe the higher authorities think that we cannot cope with 2 ccas. but dont they understand that dalt and np arent 2 ccas? they are ONE cca. its nynpcc/dalt, not nynpcc and dragon and lion dance troupe. i was talking to hj abt it. lamenting and cursing a certain someone. hj said that in the eyes of the higher authorities, ie the school, we cannot cope. cos we're achieving nothing out of np and nothing out of dalt as well. its not like we're especially successful or especially prominent in any field. thats true. i agree. we're not like our ma'ams were, before. but cant the school allow some leeway for a group of girls and their passion? its not like we're wasting resources or anth. we dont use much money. in fact, we MAKE MONEY FOR THE SCHOOL through dalt every new year during caiqing. (talk abt being ungrateful!) besides, they need us for welcoming and stuff. so we're useful. in a sense. hj says the school has its reasons, cos we're supposed to be an academic school, so naturally the school has got a reputation to uphold, and results to maintain. plus the IP, we definitely need to keep a certain standard. so they're worried that we arent able to perform as well in our academics and even pull the school standard down. but i dont believe any of our juniors are underperforming. in fact, many of them are above average or even the creme de la creme of the school. so who are they to pinpoint us and tell us that we should close our cca down cos we may be underperforming in our schoolwork?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the adults dont have enough reason to make a judgement, but they still go ahead to do it cos they believe that they are right. and they make these decisions and judgement at the expense of other ppl: "i have my reasons. (favourite phrase number 1) just as long as i feel what im doing is right, who cares about u? ure just students, children. what do u noe? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah thats what YOU think. but when ure the third party, like me and hj, u see much clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dont think i dont know what ure up to. i believe u noe perfectly well that separating dalt and np is going to cost us our cca cos both will probably close down. how do we, nynpcc/dalt get our just-hit-the-mark 20 ppl every year? through the fact that half of them joined for np and half of them joined for dalt. after the separation, do u honestly think we're still gg to get 20 ppl? i dont believe so. if everyone were so eager to join np, we wont be slogging out guts out every orientation to make ourselves as appealing to the sec 1s as possible. alot of us in np didn even put it as one of our choices; the school just threw us in to make the attendance. some of us unfortunate ones stayed, but some also left. no one blames those who left, cos u shouldn be forced to do stuff that u reallie didn want to do in the first place. but to those who stayed, thank u. and we're glad u found happiness in np.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. okay im gg abit off tangent. but just thinking of our survival worries me. cos i believe we wont survive for long. and i noe thats what a certain someone has been waiting for. you just cant wait to see np and dalt close down, right? u freaking piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw thru talking to hj, we kinda came up with a win win soln. which i wun discuss here. DUH. cos its not confirmed and we've yet to tell the rest. but i hope with this soln, we'll be happier, though survival of our cca is still not guaranteed. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so that was the big event that was bothering me most of the time. theres also this other big event, no this other big person actually, thats been reallie stressing me out. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe im actually so freaked out. by a person. ive nvr felt like that abt a person. the urge to run away, to hide, to make myself permanently unavailable. ARGH. and this stress has been giving me gastric these days. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mud says she'll glare at this person the next time she sees "it" HAHAHA. shes the bestest best friend ever((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last night i got all stressed out trying to reserve seats! haha so dumb right. mud was so sweet, to come along and be with me the entire night until some of my class ppl came. me and mud by ourselves didn manage to reserve many seats, just the round table and two square tables. lol and we had to negotiate areas with nick loh and nick foo who came to reserve seats for 7A. but later yize eug su yingjie mingfui jy ian box came and took over me and mud, so i pei-ed mud home. hahaha i certainly hoped the class had fun last night! mud was asking whether i was sure i wanted to go home with her lol. so i told her next time still got chance to go out with junior class mah. haha. then she was more relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. tmr's mugging day with mud! we made a pact to go to the library every sun to mug. heh its only january and im feeling so tiredd alrd. oh well. okay this is the end of my v long post. toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-4201087977429376608?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/4201087977429376608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=4201087977429376608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/4201087977429376608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/4201087977429376608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-much-has-happened-this-week-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-2588152043901851168</id><published>2008-01-05T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T12:31:28.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just heard the news from jiaolian ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cant believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope YOU die. just go to hell, thickhead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-2588152043901851168?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-8891319526768695817</id><published>2007-12-24T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T23:04:41.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. here i am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father's home alot these days. he keeps taking leave from work, for fun. maybe to be closer to us, but no offence, hes making the home environment reallie awkward. its so weird seeing him at home all day. besides, when hes home he keeps the aircon in his room on and the room becones kinda like a "sealed room" where my siblings and i cant enter freely as and when we want without feeling awkward. okay at least for me, i feel awkward. i cant reallie be myself these days. how i behave, where i put my stuff, even the television programmes that i watch are being closely scrutinised. so much that ill rather spend my entire day out with other ppl. which is what ive been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes it worse is that mom's been all grouchy these days. shes always been my source of support, the sunshine in my life, cheering me up when im down, (yes i do get upset too, and i do need cheering up sometimes, even tho i may be the sunshine in the lives of others) but now she snaps at me everytime i speak to her-_- and she spends most of her time giving me curt replies sometimes i just dowan to speak to her anymore. i just detest curt replies. from anyone. it makes me feel unwanted, unloved and uncared for. and it makes me feel like i dont matter and i should shut up. so yeah, i just dont like it. i dunno why cant ppl make the effort to speak nicely, and explain stuff instead of snapping at and ignoring me. i mean, its not like i havent been a good daughter. sure, im naughty at times, and i misbehave, and i like to tease my mom alot, but since she started snapping at me from a few days back ive tried to be the perfect daughter. tried to understand more, tried to obey, tried not to say anth or do anth to make her mad. but i guess it doesn work-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes she snaps at me so much i feel tears in my eyes. thats how much im hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not a person who cries when im bullied, or irritated or whatever.  but this time im upset. cos maybe my mum's someone whos reallie close to my heart. like my sis and mud. and they matter alot. their opinions matter, how they view me matter. and in this case, how they treat me matter too. even if this is probably just temporary. but it still hurts. loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hope this is reallie temporary. tho i doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my mom back. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn menopause. damn those hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw today the crazy club went to krabi! krabi is beautiful with many exotic flowers! and we also took alot of videos of weird ppl going to and coming from krabi. we even met an eccentric woman who's krabi passport was deemed invalid by the customs and couldn return to her country. we also took photos of the national monument of krabi, and we met a pair of tourists whose flight had been delayed due to flying crabs in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes it was fun! the next time round, the crazy club shall go to somewhere more exotic=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO TO ALL KRABI CITIZENS, I DONT MEAN TO POKE FUN AT UR COUNTRY LIKE THIS, BUT WHAT HAPPENED WAS WHEN WE WERE CHECKING OUT THE ARRIVALS LIST, WE SAW THAT AN AIRPLANE WOULD BE FLYING IN FROM KRABI. WE WERE IGNORANT AND DIDN NOE WHERE KRABI WAS, SO WE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE RATHER FUN TO CREATE OUR OWN IMPRESSION OF KRABI WITH OUR IMAGINATIONS. SO PLEASE DO NOT TAKE OFFENCE. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but back home, i googled krabi, and discovered that its actually a very beautiful province in thailand. so see, we were right abt krabi being beautiful! but the flying crabs (krabs) and national monument of krabi resembling a crab pincer is all rubbish, hahaha. forgive our ignorance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-8891319526768695817?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/8891319526768695817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=8891319526768695817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/8891319526768695817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/8891319526768695817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-302428664422990978</id><published>2007-12-11T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T00:27:11.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was 38's farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how fast time flies, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 4 years ago, we were sec 1s: shy, terrified cadets, who didn have a clue abt np life. now, we're j1s, coming back to the unit to help them out in campcraft comp, and attending the POPs and farewells of our cadets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, we send our first batch of juniors off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell has always been a time, when batches come back to see one another. at least, to me. cos 14 out of 16 of my sqd is in hwachong, thanks to IP. and minting and gen, who arent in the same sch as the rest of us, visit often enough for us not to miss them. so farewell is kinda like a diffeent event for us. we dun go back to catch up with one another (we do that only too often in school), but we go back, i guess, to see how much ma'ams have changed, how cadets have grown, and most imptly, to have fun with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batch 37 has always been kinda anti-other-batches. we only stick to ourselves, never reallie mixing around much with cadets or ma'ams. haha i dunno how others see us. but i love us, i love the way we are, though we get totally carried away when we're tgt. but thats what makes us special and unique. we're close and comfortable enough with one another to totally lose ourselves in our own company. tell me, how many groups of 16 ppl can do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay by now maybe ure like bored that i keep going on and on abt how much i love my sqd. haha. but i guess no amount of words can describe my sqd perfectly, cos there's just too much abt us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, moving on. today there were only abt 5 of us? haha. but we had fun. at first it was pretty boring. cos we mostly sat around and self entertained, as usual. but later me and minting went out to snitch marshmallows. then after awhile, cadets had to leave the bbq pit to go for sqd time with their ncos, and me and minting had the pit all to ourselves! *hops around in glee* so we were zihighing at the pit, then 35 ma'ams came along. still feeling high, we decided to cook ma'ams some food. then later, all ma'ams left save for angela ma'am who stayed with us. had a vv nice chat with her. haha. talked abt life, abt studies, IP, school, sqdmates, nco-life (which me and minting had ALOT TO RANT ABT) and boys, of course. haha ma'am commented abt boys from various schs; who makes good bfs, who makes good husbands, who u shouldn ever date. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess thats what its all abt, isnt it? in np, u keep a barrier. but out of np, u learn from each other. everyone goes thru different experiences, so sharing will definitely be fruitful. and as seniors, we should always guide our juniors along. not just in np, but whenever they have any problems, we should be there to help them if need be. maybe not physical help, but even as a listening ear, i think that would be nice. cos the world's a stage, and everyone's in the cast for the play on the stage. so everyone's a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's smth more interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when minting and i were walking out of the condo today, (conneh py and lengjel went off first) we met meichun's mother. haha she asked us abt np, and how we managed our time, and how tough life was for us. of course there was the usual "np takes up alot of time, hor?" issue which most parents brood over for the 4 years we're committed to our cca. but minting and i enjoyed chatting with mrs fong very much. cos she reallie is a v pleasant woman. she didn chide us "ma'ams" abt taking up so much time for np, or complained abt trainings or wev. instead, she was more concerned in her daughter's development in np as a person; "campcraft.. so dirty, but meichun washes her clothes herself", and she held us in awe, amazingly, "i respect u all so much! i thought ma'ams were very old ppl, but u all are so young!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reallie respected mrs fong. she understood why we had to have these activities, and despite thinking that np takes up alot of time, she didn blame us for it. haha. she was shocked to discover that we are alrd j1 going on to j2. we were assuring her that time reallie flies, and before she noes it, batch 40 would have graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its true. 4 years ago, i never thought i would survive to see this day. because of everything we went thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we did. and so would 39 40 41 42 and so on. everyone will graduate one day as ma'ams and as nanyang girls. but its the memories u take along with u that will tell a different story abt each and every batch. for us, we hold scarred but precious memories of our np life. but i hope, that our juniors will have a better life than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what doesn kill u only makes u stronger. learn to take things in ur stride, come what may, juniors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-302428664422990978?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/302428664422990978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=302428664422990978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/302428664422990978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/302428664422990978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-was-38s-farewell.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-2830732409004362529</id><published>2007-12-04T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:50:31.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid blogger deleted my post. GRAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOST MY WALLET=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like black with grey cats all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun ask me why i lost it. im a human, for goodness sake. so i make mistakes too. and dun ask me where i lost it. if i knew do u think ill bother typing this post?-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please if u see it, return it to nanyang girls high school. it has my nanyang card in it anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this wallet is vv precious to me because:&lt;br /&gt;1) the wallet is from my sqddie jb&lt;br /&gt;2) my ezlink card is inside&lt;br /&gt;3) so is my medical benefit card&lt;br /&gt;4) but most imptly, everything my friends give me that can fit into my wallet are inside! and these include sqd photos, tianwang neoprints, my parents' photo, me and mud's photo, birthday cards from my friends, get well notes, lame poems, and all those ridiculously retarded haikus mud wrote abt eating rabbits HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of cos i have my money and a ton of receipts inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes im missing my wallet alot alot. please return it if u have it or happened to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not the money issue, as u realise. the money u can have. i dun give a damn abt the money.  money is a worldly possession, shared by all, belonging to no one in particular. money lost can be earned back, likewise, money gained can be lost. but its whats inside thats reallie precious and matters to me. and its because its reallie precious to me that i would stupidly carry everything around with me. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been thinking of my wallet every single minute since i discovered it was lost (im not kidding) and yea thats how much i miss my wallet. and thats how much i love my wallet too. i nvr loved anything/anyone so much in my life. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please, do a good deed and return my wallet. ill be reallie reallie grateful if u do. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-2830732409004362529?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/2830732409004362529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=2830732409004362529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/2830732409004362529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/2830732409004362529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2007/12/stupid-blogger-deleted-my-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-8699176097786289965</id><published>2007-11-29T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:07:35.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never hide my hatred for anth or anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-8699176097786289965?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/8699176097786289965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=8699176097786289965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/8699176097786289965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/8699176097786289965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-never-hide-my-hatred-for-anth-or.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-8217741590667956370</id><published>2007-11-29T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:05:29.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i TOLD u u cant close dalt down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because now not only I stand against u.&lt;br /&gt;not only my sqdmates stand against u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but also all ma'ams, all cadets. 38 39 40 41. ALL ALUMNI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY will allow u to close dalt down, thickhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get that straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read a cadet's blog, and i was rather touched by her insistence that we do not close dalt down. then after talking to ma'am and 38 today about this, i learnt that almost every cadet loves dalt, and doesn want it to close down, and im even more inspired than ever to FIGHT FOR DALT'S SURVIVAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not a dalt head of my time (conneh and jb are), and i wasnt in dalt for the 1st 3 years of my np life (due to parental objections). but ever since i joined dalt in sec 4 (when it was made compulsory), i grew to love it. more and more. so much that i quit huangcheng for lion dance in hwachong (much to the disappointment of choonyenXD) and i still love dalt very very very much. so no matter what the consequences are, i will do my part to fight for dalt's survival in nanyang. because i believe one should follow her passion. and its just not fair to deny someone of their pursuit of their passion and interest just because of some STUPID EXCUSE THAT SOME THICKHEAD CAME UP WITH TO SATISFY HIS OWN SELFISH DEMANDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma'am today suggested that if dalt really has to close down, let 41 finish their syllabus first. and that, i think, is a brilliant suggestion. thickhead better buy it or else. well anw. even if he doesn, we will all get our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos mr always gets her own way, and this is no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sod off, thickhead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-8217741590667956370?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/8217741590667956370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=8217741590667956370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/8217741590667956370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/8217741590667956370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-told-u-u-cant-close-dalt-down.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-4629851068757227827</id><published>2007-11-19T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:59:58.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is blogging day. because its just so boring staying at home. alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my family a million times more than i love myself. (like duh who doesn noe that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends more than i love myself. (duh again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my cesuozhu :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out tmr with maliling and sqdmates!((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i wun feel lonely. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a void inside me. waiting to be filled. now i noe how su feels. cos im feeling it too. i feel so empty? and staying at home and feeling bored doesn help it one bit. i need to find something fufiling to do to fill the space in me, or at least to occupy me so ill stop thinking of that space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting a splitting headache. the second one in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whats with u and ur ups and downs?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why wun u reply?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope im not sending u the wrong signals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pissing ppl off without knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just weird these days. sigh. i dun even noe me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea where im heading. but i certainly hope im not taking the wrong steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos i cant afford to make another mistake again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-4629851068757227827?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/4629851068757227827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=4629851068757227827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/4629851068757227827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/4629851068757227827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-is-blogging-day.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-4173332888746330945</id><published>2007-11-19T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:21:18.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love this song so much. its by the spice girls haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Viva Forever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still remember&lt;br /&gt;How we used to be&lt;br /&gt;Feeling together, believe in whatever&lt;br /&gt;My love has said to me&lt;br /&gt;Both of us were dreamers&lt;br /&gt;Young love in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Felt like my saviour, my spirit I gave ya&lt;br /&gt;We'd only just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta Manana,&lt;br /&gt;Always be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting, like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Live forever,&lt;br /&gt;For the moment&lt;br /&gt;Ever searching for the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I still remember,&lt;br /&gt;Every whispered word&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your skin, giving life from within&lt;br /&gt;Like a love song that I'd heard&lt;br /&gt;Slipping through our fingers,&lt;br /&gt;Like the sands of time&lt;br /&gt;Promises made, every memory saved&lt;br /&gt;Has reflections in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta Manana,&lt;br /&gt;Always be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting, like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Live forever,&lt;br /&gt;For the moment&lt;br /&gt;Ever searching for the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back where I belong now,&lt;br /&gt;Was it just a dream&lt;br /&gt;Feelings unfold, they will never be sold&lt;br /&gt;And the secret's safe with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta Manana,&lt;br /&gt;Always be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting, like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Live forever,&lt;br /&gt;For the moment&lt;br /&gt;Ever searching for the one [x2]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-4173332888746330945?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/4173332888746330945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=4173332888746330945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/4173332888746330945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/4173332888746330945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-this-song-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-5689969700839852568</id><published>2007-11-08T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T22:50:01.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with mudd today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUD!!!!!!:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we first had breakfast at macs, as usual. then we went to orchard! dropped off at cine cos we wanted to watch the last breath and thought cine would have. in the end, they dun seem to have it. not wanting to waste time, we got shane to help us check for cinemas showing the last breath. hahaha asked him for help since he watches alot of movies and thought he might noe. then turns out.. no cinema is showing it! mud and i didn want to believe it, so we walked all the way to plaza sing JUST in case the websites have missed it out (though not quite possible since its such a tua cinema) but as usual, we were wrong. so we settled for gameplan, which turned out to be a pretty good show! very touching and very funny. so the 9.50 (hefty price for a movie ticket, tho its a public holiday but so what? its still like daylight robbery) was KINDA worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between the buying of the tickets and the watching of the movie.. we had like 1.5 hours to spare. so we went shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...as usual. lunch was bubble tea and twisties and subway cookies. i noe i noe. junk food. but its nice! walked into Sasa, where i nearly died-_- thanks to the perfume. i didn noe i was allergic to perfume. but okay la, hahaha its all my fault!XD cos it was like mud's bday, *okay actually, its more like because mud and i are out tgt ALONE* we MUST must do smth siao. as usual haha. so today's siao event was stepping into Sasa and trying out all the tester perfume. THANKS to my lousy aiming skills, i ended up spraying most of the perfume on myself and mud and we walked out of the store smelling like a flower shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN IN THE CINEMA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the perfume was choking me. just this particular scent that kept wafting through my airways. im somehow allergic to it; the perfume was causing my airways to close! so i was coughing and coughing like shit cos i couldn breathe-_- so smart lo play with perfume. i SWEAR i wun touch any of those bottles again! the worst thing was i couldn rmb which bottle it was exactly, or which brand HAHA. we sprayed like 20 over bottles la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i survived the movie, and i walked out of the theatre with mud, coughing my lungs out. we rushed to the toilet, where i took medication. good thing i brought my preventer. tho not inhaler, but nvm, it helped abit. it was better after we walked out of ps. cos like, in the open air, perfume molecules diffuse and all. and i dun smell so much of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked from plaza sing to far east, looking into shops along the road. hahaha and i was busy sniffing myself! trying to trace the particular scent which was killing me. but i couldn be sure. so just dao and walk on. then after far east, we trooped to taka and stoned there abit, looking at clothes and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went home at around 6.30, i nearly died for the 8 seconds i was in the lift HAHA and i came home, showered immediately but.. i still have the scent on me! its so PERMANENT. so yeah im still dying. coughing and all. and its too cold out to go wash my arms to rid myself of the smell. guess ill just have to bear with it and hope the perfume rubs off on my bedclothes then ill be saved=D i can change my bedsheets but i cant change my skin! but its not too bad now cos i have my inhaler with me at least! and my family's here to send me to the hospital if need be. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: asthmatic ppl should never play with perfume! *cough cough*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-5689969700839852568?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/5689969700839852568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=5689969700839852568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/5689969700839852568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/5689969700839852568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2007/11/went-out-with-mudd-today-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-3191670434220191167</id><published>2007-11-07T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:36:39.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was just watching the 9pm show on channel 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a couple can remain good friends after they break up, it can only mean 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;1) they were never reallie in love in the first place&lt;br /&gt;2) they are still willing to do everything they can for each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-3191670434220191167?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/3191670434220191167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=3191670434220191167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/3191670434220191167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/3191670434220191167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-just-watching-9pm-show-on-channel_07.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-995661925800522774</id><published>2007-11-07T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:36:30.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was just watching the 9pm show on channel 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a couple can remain good friends after they break up, it can only mean 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;1) they were never reallie in love in the first place&lt;br /&gt;2) they are still willing to do everything they can for each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-995661925800522774?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/995661925800522774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=995661925800522774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/995661925800522774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/995661925800522774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-just-watching-9pm-show-on-channel.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-3369557061424567843</id><published>2007-11-05T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:19:36.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im liking me more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i write whatever i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i publish whatever i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is life, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad to those who feel offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos mr doesn think shes in the wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-3369557061424567843?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/3369557061424567843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=3369557061424567843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/3369557061424567843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/3369557061424567843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-liking-me-more-and-more.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-8381176063802670442</id><published>2007-11-05T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:17:35.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how can u all not fight back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its our cca they are closing down.&lt;br /&gt;its our family they are breaking apart.&lt;br /&gt;its someone's income they are cutting.&lt;br /&gt;its someone's passion they are taking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to make it all worse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its SOME IDIOT u guys will be succumbing to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can u all not fight back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think it takes much. just a letter? a petition?&lt;br /&gt;im horrified to hear that dalt is closing down. cmon. DALT IS CLOSING DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;were u all sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;when were we known as just nynpcc?&lt;br /&gt;we were always nynpcc/dalt.&lt;br /&gt;nynp in itself is unique. but NYNPCC/DALT is what makes us impressive. singapore's first all girls troupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats how everyone went. WOW. with caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not pushing for dalt to remain because of the WOW factor. sure, its tempting. but im pushing because THEY ARE CLOSING IT DOWN WITHOUT REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, its not a reason which i would deem valid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then, i ask again, how can u just let it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can u all succumb to authority JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE AUTHORITY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn make sense, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if u have to succumb, at least make sure u succumb for good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u all have alrd fought hard, i dunno, and still fail to save dalt, then i guess there's not much of a choice. but if u guys have not, then my scolding is justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u guys better do smth abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or WE are coming down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-8381176063802670442?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/8381176063802670442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=8381176063802670442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/8381176063802670442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/8381176063802670442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-can-u-all-not-fight-back-its-our.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-2700135477566248925</id><published>2007-11-02T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T23:55:49.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>played squash with minting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUASH IS FUN!XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched choral night with my sis and eeanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love nanyang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah. actually i just like the building, and the teachers lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-2700135477566248925?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/2700135477566248925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=2700135477566248925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/2700135477566248925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/2700135477566248925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2007/11/played-squash-with-minting-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-1498509058431453430</id><published>2007-11-02T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T10:31:07.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. outing in 2 hours! meeting minting at kap for lunch before gg ny. lol. today was destined to be a boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until me and minting came up with some genius plan to keep ourselves entertained=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the rest arent gg to like it LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun care. heheXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling flabby and i need a workout man. yuzhen's always busy and doesn have much time for me=( so i guess ill be spending this holidays moping abt the house. not too bad actually. ill have more time for myself. ill have more time to be with myself to do what i like to do. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to posana ytd abt pri sch. its so nice knowing everyone remembers all the fun we had in pri sch. its such a.. warm feeling. knowing everyone's missing primary sch like shit. seriously, its only the rvps 2002 students who are missing pri sch so much. haha. and posana was so sweet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ill rmb posana forever. even when im an old man, ill still remember posana"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went, "the best name huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and posana said, "yup. the best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn nice. pri sch friends are still the best. its like, we never had so much fun anywhere else, or with anyone else. no offence to my sec sch and jc friends. haha. u guys are great, but im just missing pri sch=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growing up hurts. real bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-1498509058431453430?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/1498509058431453430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=1498509058431453430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/1498509058431453430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/1498509058431453430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388991.post-8592970833850386741</id><published>2007-11-02T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T10:11:55.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sorrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for doing what i did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it had to be done. cos there was no longer any point in holding on. holding on will only hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i gotta move on and be who i am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just dun belong here, i hope u understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we might find our place in this world someday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but at least for now, i gotta go my own way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sent u this song, if u rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it was a mutual decision yesterday, and not just a decision on my part. but even if u were hurt, u would never let me know. and thats just dumb, keeping it all to urself. if i ever said anth abt not wanting to know how u feel, i take my words back. cos i'd rather be hurt and feel guilty than let u bottle up everything and die from an overdose. at least when i know whats wrong, we share the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats what friends are for, as cliche as it sounds. (all these cliche phrases fit in at the most uncliche moments. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is never a right time to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we've never said goodbye. cos we're still friends. we'll still help each other, and laugh(maybe) and talk(maybe). and i still see u as a good buddy. someone i can count on. i hope u do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha rmb the tip i gave u? bear it in mind k. very very very impt;) and heres another tip: get rid of ur sanfenzhongredu problem. cos while u can like an item on a whim, u cant do that to a person. that would mean ure having a fling=ure a flirt. HAHA hard to imagine u as a flirt. okay. am i making sense? lol. nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u for always being here and for everything we've shared(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growing up hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388991-8592970833850386741?l=i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/feeds/8592970833850386741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388991&amp;postID=8592970833850386741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/8592970833850386741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388991/posts/default/8592970833850386741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-a-german-flea.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-sorrie-for-doing-what-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>MR!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443699302177236731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08522868869671205829'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>