<?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-6232521</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:02:31.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nimphy</title><subtitle type='html'>//and the reason is you</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-113040264669467804</id><published>2005-10-27T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T16:44:06.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for those who still bother to drop by here, hi! =Di've officially moved. if you want my url, you can try asking me for it. but then, it's up to me if i want to give it to you. =Dif not, try search engines.byebye. i'm going to bring my huojianhua with me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/113040264669467804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=113040264669467804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/113040264669467804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/113040264669467804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-those-who-still-bother-to-drop-by.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-112566433936722563</id><published>2005-09-02T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T20:35:40.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOU KNOW WHAT. I AM GOING TO BECOME STUPID IN THREE YEARS TIME. pangtenglin said so.you know why? because i have crooked bones on my feet. so my foot slants when i walk. in a few years' time, the crooked bones are going to pass on to my spine. then when my spine gets more and more crooked, it will continue to move on to my brain and my brain will be affected as well. so before i turn 20, my brain</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112566433936722563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=112566433936722563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112566433936722563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112566433936722563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-112479855564885741</id><published>2005-08-23T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T20:02:35.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm going to tell all of you a joke:[Excerpt from English comprehension "What sort of culture should Singapore have?"]The best strategy for ensuring a cultural feast or all Singaporeans as a national community, is to tell the chef to leave the kitchen. Leave it to individuals to make their own personal choices. This strategy should apply not only to our artists but all Singaporeans: a vibrant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112479855564885741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=112479855564885741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112479855564885741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112479855564885741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-going-to-tell-all-of-you-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-112425969407516071</id><published>2005-08-17T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T14:21:34.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry.i never wanted it to be this way.let's just say i hadnt contributed enough. i dont deserve it.i want to cry.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112425969407516071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=112425969407516071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112425969407516071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112425969407516071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/08/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-112409863160191085</id><published>2005-08-15T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:55:59.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>something i witnessed on the bus. there's mother, eldersis and youngersis.eldersis is probably 1 or 2 years older than youngersis. maybe they are fraternal twins even. they look alike, speak with the same kind of tone and have about the same temperament.they were fighting for something, i couldnt really tell what it was. but it belonged to eldersis. youngersis wanted to snatch it from her, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112409863160191085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=112409863160191085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112409863160191085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112409863160191085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/08/something-i-witnessed-on-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-112393812434999472</id><published>2005-08-13T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T21:02:04.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont fucking want to go to the hospital.leave me alone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112393812434999472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=112393812434999472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112393812434999472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112393812434999472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-dont-fucking-want-to-go-to-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-112376974749550682</id><published>2005-08-11T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T22:15:47.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>he didnt call.what saddens me most nowadays is that you dont tell me anything anymore =(i simply dont want that relationship to fade away.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112376974749550682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>i am strongly against having lessons in the computer lab. it's simply too distracting. look what i'm doing when leetien's talking about homology searches =_= i'm sorry, no offense to her, but the computer can be more interesting.i never understand anything in biology. even when i'm not doing this. why.i reckon it has something to do with the genes. my brother got a D for his exams. the biological</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112372213091050316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=112372213091050316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112372213091050316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112372213091050316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-strongly-against-having-lessons.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-112343371329304372</id><published>2005-08-08T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:55:13.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know what. i really really really want to join my class for national day.it's my last year and this really sucks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112343371329304372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=112343371329304372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112343371329304372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112343371329304372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-112333398889206636</id><published>2005-08-06T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T21:13:08.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm sorry jas i truly didnt know.i'm just too caught up with myself and my own stress. so i forget about all the other people around me.sorry hanxin. i guess i've been an irritant to you all this while too.i dont know what to feel now. this sense of shame for myself. who am i to give instructions, tell others what they should do, drag them into such shit without sparing a thought for them, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112333398889206636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=112333398889206636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112333398889206636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112333398889206636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-sorry-jas-i-truly-didnt-know.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-112298575144258983</id><published>2005-08-02T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T20:29:11.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel apologetic about the screwed up elections schedule. everything seems to be in a rush.sorry sec 3s.too little time, but too much to do.eois in three weeks?! plus jap prelims equivalent to o levels?! shit.i feel SO unprepared.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-112283380860925417</id><published>2005-08-01T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T02:16:48.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>somewhat the end of unisono marks the end of batch 2005, though we havent officially stepped down. we're onto a new month here, which reminds us that our eois are in barely 3 weeks' time. and no one really wants to come down for band anymore. how sad, to think of it.i totally loved unisono. it was that moment when i felt all our efforts paid off. the day didnt begin well coz i ran into some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112283380860925417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=112283380860925417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112283380860925417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112283380860925417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/08/somewhat-end-of-unisono-marks-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-112256080665461978</id><published>2005-07-28T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T00:53:36.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[edit 290705 12.22AM] i'm not exactly unhappy with you or whatsoever, but i really need to blow this out somewhere. it's like, i've been making conscious effort to make myself excited about unisono because i know that i cant make myself look like i dread the concert [even though i can no longer deny here that i do]. there are so many pairs of eyes staring at me, and even if i cant organize it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112256080665461978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=112256080665461978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112256080665461978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112256080665461978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/07/edit-290705-12.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-112228504010364049</id><published>2005-07-25T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T17:50:40.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if i vanished from the surface of the earth today, would you have cried for me? if you would never see me ever again, would you have been sad?i never felt so close to death.. no, not until today.the motorcycle zoomed past barely ten centimetres away from where i stood. merely ten.i wonder what would have happened if i hadnt taken one more step forward. what if i was too shocked to move. if i had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112228504010364049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=112228504010364049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112228504010364049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112228504010364049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/07/if-i-vanished-from-surface-of-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-112220711787324536</id><published>2005-07-24T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T20:11:57.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cant resist the urge to blog. i really need to say this.i was so awed by jingxuan's performance on friday. i just want to tell you that you were truly the STAR of the night, and you really impressed me. =)i couldnt help but recall last time when we were in sec two, the three of us - one from band, one from choir and one from co - got together and became the best of friends, lamenting on how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112220711787324536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[edit 220705 9.38AM] racial harmony celebrations. rotting session. just now i volunteered to help jinglin open her glue. the cap couldnt be open coz the price tag was stuck at the joint with a scotchtape around it. i spent 2 - 3 minutes trying to find the head of the scotchtape, but then i realized that i could have opened it long ago if i had started on the price tag right from the start. doesnt</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112196699850653689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=112196699850653689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112196699850653689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112196699850653689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/07/edit-220705-9.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-112178732687013627</id><published>2005-07-19T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:35:26.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, that's really the last straw and i'm like whatever.i swear if i ever shed another tear for you i'd be banished off the earth immediately. you're simply not worth it. just like how unworthy i am to you.if i remember correctly, the only time you come to me with a friendly smile and an enthusiastic wave is when you expect something from me, especially when it's something out of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112178732687013627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=112178732687013627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112178732687013627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112178732687013627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/07/okay-thats-really-last-straw-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-112161262068648301</id><published>2005-07-17T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T01:31:53.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FIESTA! =)we didnt win.but i could see everyone smiling when they were walking off the stage. i could see mr oura smiling while we played. i could tell that many of us were really putting in our best effort. i could hear the audience clapping and cheering for us. i could feel the sense of pride when i heard the audience response.i felt like an entertainer. i felt like what we were supposed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112161262068648301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>TOKYO KOSEI ROCKS!really. like. everything just sounds SO perfect. everyone in the band was so into the music. dynamics were horribly impressive. the soloists were superb. the music was so round. so full. so.. inspiring. ahhh.i cant describe it. you have to be there to hear it. LISTEN to it. with your heart. =)it's going to be something i will never forget.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112152800294623141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=112152800294623141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112152800294623141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112152800294623141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/07/tokyo-kosei-rocks-really.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-112117403760849184</id><published>2005-07-12T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T21:13:57.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think my mood has been negatively affected ever since sunday.maybe it didnt seem to mean too much to me but i guess i was just trying to run away. as much as i did put in effort, as much as i did spend time going down for practices, i have no right to criticize others for the failed performance because the responsibility lies in each and every single one of us. that includes myself, thinking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112117403760849184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=112117403760849184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112117403760849184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112117403760849184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-think-my-mood-has-been-negatively.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-112090559942123763</id><published>2005-07-09T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T21:19:12.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[edit 090705 6:56PM] ooh i forgot to blog about this creepy thing. you know i have a pretty clock in my room that is blue and it's multipurpose coz it has a radio function as well. it is not a digital clock, just a normal one with hands. but it has no battery inside because the functions got kind of haywire at some point in time, so i gave up using it. but it's still sitting nicely on my shelf. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112090559942123763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=112090559942123763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112090559942123763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112090559942123763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/07/edit-090705-656pm-ooh-i-forgot-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-112044372473644678</id><published>2005-07-04T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T10:22:04.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guotong is a happy girl because she slept from 8pm to 8am! =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112044372473644678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=112044372473644678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112044372473644678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112044372473644678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/07/guotong-is-happy-girl-because-she.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-112013373881633654</id><published>2005-06-30T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T20:15:38.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's always something to piss me off every single band prac.you dont practise, you dont do indiv, you dont come for band pracs, you cant play during sectionals, you cant play during band prac when you come, you cant even recognize basic pitching, you cant play a shit. tell me what i should do with you. tell me what WE should do with you.maybe i'm being an irritant here. it's not that i dont </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/112013373881633654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=112013373881633654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112013373881633654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/112013373881633654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/06/theres-always-something-to-piss-me-off.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111997245490447157</id><published>2005-06-28T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T23:27:34.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont know why i'm in astrand. crap. i have a test tomorrow and i have no idea what had been going on before the hols.i was lucky to have stayed up to prepare for the english performance task beforehand, seriously, because i finished on the dot. imagine if i hadnt. i'd probably have written half of what i did given the same amount of time. and then say bye to my pass for english.stay focused </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111997245490447157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111997245490447157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111997245490447157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111997245490447157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-dont-know-why-im-in-astrand.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111989280084127595</id><published>2005-06-28T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T20:36:14.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[edit 280605 8:34AM] wheee guotong is a happy girl because her blog is finally up and working! special thanks to kristine and emmaline!keep those nasty comments to yourself coz I LIKE IT =)hii! I haven't guestblogged here in ages! heee xD GUESS WHO I AM. can you tell I'm high after finishing my draft for English PT? anyway ok hahah I din't make the layout (credit goes to kristine). BUT I helped </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111989280084127595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111989280084127595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111989280084127595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111989280084127595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/06/edit-280605-834am-wheee-guotong-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111963619711030301</id><published>2005-06-25T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T02:03:17.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>argh, whatever.the best thing that can happen to me right now is probably to have you with me.sadly, my life doesnt seem to be at its best when i want it to be.always.time spent with you was never a waste.i hope it never will be.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111963619711030301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111963619711030301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111963619711030301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111963619711030301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/06/argh-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111954170141485794</id><published>2005-06-23T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T00:22:50.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holidays are coming to an end. i can count with one hand five fingers how much constructive work i have done.i guess this year has been sort of like a training year. with new responsibilities and new experiences. i've learnt quite a bit i must say. and my biggest reward is that i am now more apathetic about school yay. [fine i'm joking]nevertheless, i can still feel the stress. i'm still me.but i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111954170141485794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111954170141485794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111954170141485794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111954170141485794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/06/holidays-are-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111911042178845025</id><published>2005-06-19T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T00:14:51.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[edit 190605 12:01AM] today's practice (yesterday's, rather) was bad. half the time i didnt really know what i was doing. dreaming, maybe. the first b flat that i played during ensemble was utterly embarrassing i totally hated to admit it was the sound that i produced. and i couldnt keep up with the tempo for with heart and voice coz this is only the second time i'm playing it with mr oura, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111911042178845025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been upset lately. but who cares, right?you think you understand me very well. if you think i'm your disgrace then fine so be it.you never know when i cry. you never ask why when i cry. when you see tears you think i'm a bother. fine, so be it too. i honestly dont care how you think of me.i've been trying so hard to live up to your wishes. or rather, help you fulfill your unfulfilled wish. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111867988780570991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111867988780570991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111867988780570991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111867988780570991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-been-upset-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111842490228926248</id><published>2005-06-11T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T01:36:32.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's amazing how people can change.or maybe, she didnt change. maybe sophia's right. cyberspace is just a fake pretense. it's just a facade. but. i'd choose to believe that she was an exception. though i could tell she was still hiding, somehow.whatever it is, even if it wasnt true, i'm touched. i never knew how much it meant to me. you probably never knew too.thankyou for such a wonderful memory</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111842490228926248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111842490228926248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111842490228926248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111842490228926248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-amazing-how-people-can-change.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111825266503672371</id><published>2005-06-09T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T01:49:39.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know my attitude sucks. i'm sorry to say this. i'm upsetting myself to say this. but. i hate you.i think of the countless times i have cried because of you [note: because of you, not for you], how stressed and upset i have been because of you, and at the end of it all your ungratefulness, i cant help but question myself whether it is worth it at all.i've put in so much time and effort for you. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111825266503672371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111825266503672371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111825266503672371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111825266503672371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-know-my-attitude-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111781423282809230</id><published>2005-06-03T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T21:56:43.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[edit 040605 9:55PM] is there not any part of me that is worth your slightest bit of care and concern, or minimal understanding and tolerance?am i not worth your love?had a 2-people sectionals with dwong today. he slimmed down alot! okay that's not the point. he still remembers me.. and i have this lurking feeling he has this thing with rgs bandgirls. well, he sounds sarcastic enough for me to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111781423282809230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111781423282809230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111781423282809230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111781423282809230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/06/edit-040605-955pm-is-there-not-any.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111745138604094069</id><published>2005-05-30T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:43:36.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my hols are never going to start. eh, wait, what hols? you mean it exists?!i dont know what's wrong with me, again, mood swings. swing swing swing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111713631908457987</id><published>2005-05-27T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T19:28:36.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[edit cant-be-bothered-to-state-when] Your #1 Match: ISFPThe ArtistYou are a gifted artist or musician (though your talents may be dormant right now).You enjoy spending your free time in nature, and you are good with animals and children.Simply put, you enjoy bueaty in all its forms and live for the simple pleasures in life.Gentle, sensitive, and compassionate - you are good at recognizing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111713631908457987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111713631908457987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111713631908457987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111713631908457987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/05/edit-cant-be-bothered-to-state-when.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111660588627798117</id><published>2005-05-21T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T00:41:31.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[edit 210505 12:39PM] people are getting complacent of things they very well know they do not deserve.if you think you know what i'm talking about, i'm pretty certain you've got it wrong yea. give up guessing.did an yingyongwen about blogs today. quite amusing, thinking about how we publish our thoughts so openly, yet pretending nothing's happened in front of others."private blog" is an oxymoron.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111660588627798117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111660588627798117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111660588627798117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111660588627798117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/05/edit-210505-1239pm-people-are-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111642235911963397</id><published>2005-05-18T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T21:19:19.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate my results. i hate my brain. gah.dont try comforting me by telling me there are loads of worse off people out there because we all have different expectations for ourselves. and i know for myself how much i have deproved, if there is even such a word on earth.sorry, i dont mean to sound mean, but...i'm just upset lah. with my own incapabilities.i've seen much over these few days. it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111642235911963397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111642235911963397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111642235911963397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111642235911963397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-hate-my-results.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111615608839334371</id><published>2005-05-15T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T19:21:28.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yayyy my com is repaired =) i dont have to trouble others anymore. i can work late into the nights like before. =) i feel satisfied.anyway, just a special backdated mention to all those people who wished me happy birthday, those who offered me smiles even though it was a lousy day like friday the 13th. THANK YOU SO MUCH. you make me feel remembered. =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111615608839334371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111615608839334371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111615608839334371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111615608839334371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/05/yayyy-my-com-is-repaired-i-dont-have.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111548866090353936</id><published>2005-05-08T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T01:57:40.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>argh, my exam posts are cut off because the com crashed at the wrong time, as usual. -.-anyway, everything sucked shit. i hate myself.it's always okay to know that i didnt know how to do the paper, or that the questions were simply beyond my intellectual level. but it's not okay to realize the amount of stupid mistakes made, knowing that i could have obtained those marks if i had been a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111548866090353936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[edit 040505 03:12PM] ok this post is going to be filled with my exam rantings, i realized. i screwed up bio perfectly today i feel utterly angry with myself. i couldnt understand why i didnt have enough time to complete it, really. it's like such a waste. waste waste waste. argh. then i overheard people discussing about it and realized some stupid mistakes that i made in the mcq. i'm dead. dead </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111494566799107186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111494566799107186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111494566799107186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111494566799107186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/05/edit-040505-0312pm-ok-this-post-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111452013100802555</id><published>2005-04-26T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T20:55:31.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i shall make a quick post.i am sad. after what has happened, i think we are all split into different sides. no one is really willing to understand from the other's perspective.people are scary. maybe i belong to one of them, though i wish i werent.like, i thought we were supposed to be together because we are one. we should be one. we have to be one. but sadly, we are split into 3. maybe more, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111452013100802555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111452013100802555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111452013100802555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111452013100802555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-shall-make-quick-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111416784943847827</id><published>2005-04-22T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T02:31:45.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[edit 250405 02:29AM] look. i'm here at this time of the day again. i'm so frustrated i discovered that everything i did went missing. i cant retrieve it from anywhere. i dont know why, and i dont want to know why. i feel like committing suicide now. you know that kind of feeling yea. the whole world should just die with me.yu4 ku1 wu2 lei4.[edit 220405 11:06PM] you know what, i feel like walking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111416784943847827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>band 0127: raffles girls' school secondarygold. with honours.-screams-cries-shouts-and so we did it. thank you to everyone - those who put in effort, those who gave us good wishes, those who came down to support us, those who helped look after instruments, those who helped take care of our things, those who gave us encouragement, those who congratulated us, those who contributed to the whole </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111357750990086461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111357750990086461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111357750990086461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111357750990086461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/04/band-0127-raffles-girls-school.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111340653503505109</id><published>2005-04-13T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T23:35:35.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the blog is the only place i can hide, when i dont feel like touching my work, dont feel like worrying over mundane things, dont feel like bothering over trivial stuff that has somehow been blown up.i attempted to be encouraging after band prac today. note the key word. then after i finished i realized i sounded like a stupid clown. nevermind.tomorrow is the last band practice.and before we even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111340653503505109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111340653503505109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111340653503505109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111340653503505109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-is-only-place-i-can-hide-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111328148275230766</id><published>2005-04-12T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T12:51:22.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>come back to me.i really hate the way things are going now. my relationships are in a whole big mess. my schoolwork is piling up and i just cant bring myself to do anything about it. the way people view me and their deliberate gossips are driving me crazy. just give me a break.pardon my angst. i'm not always unhappy. it's just my blog coz i use it for this purpose.whatever. a tempo was yesterday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111328148275230766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111328148275230766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111328148275230766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111328148275230766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/04/come-back-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111314309454305053</id><published>2005-04-10T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T22:24:54.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dont understand, dont comment. coz you dont face that same pressure.went to vanessa's house for rs today. took up the entire afternoon, but i must say it was rather constructive. i discovered that i cant manipulate my english to fit the meaning that i want to convey.. basically my language skills just suck. i feel bad.classic of today: "the patient the leg at first cannot move, see him (my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111314309454305053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111314309454305053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111314309454305053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111314309454305053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/04/dont-understand-dont-comment.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111297343582290339</id><published>2005-04-08T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T23:26:58.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry to all the people i scared today. but i've never felt so scared in my life. so scared that i'll lose someone so close and dear forever.maybe i said that sentence before. the one about not being so scared before. but as i get on in life, i realize there are a lot more things awaiting. good ones, and bad ones.and after today i discovered i actually hate him even more than i thought i did. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111297343582290339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111297343582290339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111297343582290339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111297343582290339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/04/sorry-to-all-people-i-scared-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111255999844012775</id><published>2005-04-04T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T04:26:38.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quick, ask me why i am still awake at this time of the day!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111255999844012775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111255999844012775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111255999844012775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111255999844012775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/04/quick-ask-me-why-i-am-still-awake-at.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111237442962617285</id><published>2005-04-02T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T01:04:42.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my frequency of blogging has increased. what does that signify? hm.i quit maths challenge club. today. i dont know if it's good or bad, but i could feel that relief when mrs leuar was very nice about it. if it were other teachers i think i would have been given a dressing down. at least i think she appreciates my truthfulness. and yea, she was truly concerned. i like her! i cant help but think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111237442962617285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111237442962617285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111237442962617285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111237442962617285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-frequency-of-blogging-has-increased.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111227145274640342</id><published>2005-03-31T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:17:32.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i totally malu-ated myself today. ahhh.it started during philo.. the presentations ended early and he gave us a 5-minute break. so i put my head on the table and being the usual me I FELL ASLEEP. and i didnt wake up until the bell rang. was still groggy after that, so i went back to my own seat and I SLEPT AGAIN.then azahar walked in.i didnt know.the class was super noisy.i didnt know.he said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111227145274640342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i should start training myself not to get too emotionally affected by the nonsense you are giving me because i can feel myself gradually losing patience at your continued unfriendliness and displeasure towards me when i dont feel i have done anything i shouldnt have. besides, you should have at least shown that you TRIED and BOTHERED to understand but sadly you didnt. and to think i thought you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111201315486210508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111201315486210508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111201315486210508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111201315486210508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-should-start-training-myself-not-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111184980525516363</id><published>2005-03-26T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T23:16:29.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont know lah, if all of that were targeted at me and were meant for me, i suggest you stop it once and for all, save your breath and save that effort. it's not working.syf's mood is not in, no notes written yet, no presents bought yet, i feel so behind time. i dont know why, but it just doesnt seem to concern me that much anymore. i just want everybody to feel the music, to step down the stage</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111184980525516363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111184980525516363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111184980525516363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111184980525516363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-dont-know-lah-if-all-of-that-were.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111166139401549782</id><published>2005-03-24T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T18:49:54.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went tissue selling today. it was tough, but a good experience. we sold everything! =) happy happy.i think, it's somewhat a gamble of singaporeans' awareness level and compassion level. common replies from them were 'i thought the tsunami is over?', 'the tsunami ended long ago what', 'i donated alot to tsunami already', and of course, the most common of all - 'i bought already'. haha.but it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111166139401549782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[edit 220305 1:22AM] oh guess what my brother just told me. he wants to see my blog so he can understand his dear sister better! my goodness. i think there's something wrong with him today =__=ok wanxian asked me why i never update so here i am again!hm my learning journey week has essentially ended. went to jtc and jurong island yesterday. did i mention that it was a -complete- waste of time and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111150731819612305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111150731819612305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111150731819612305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111150731819612305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/03/edit-220305-122am-oh-guess-what-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111134074483228096</id><published>2005-03-21T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T01:46:50.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[edit 210305 1:45AM] oh yayyy it's works!! =Di'm testing the comment system.if it still doesnt work, #(*%$*&amp;*)#^&amp;%@#% to blogger.testing 1 2 3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111125095539490023</id><published>2005-03-20T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T00:49:15.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111125095539490023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111125095539490023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111125095539490023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111125095539490023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/03/haloscan-commenting-and-tr_111125095539490023.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111125041759757963</id><published>2005-03-20T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T00:41:08.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yayy a new template finally after about a thousand odd years. hm i like it. =)BUT i feel cheated by haloscan. everytime i publish my blog my comment system disappears.ARGH.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111125041759757963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111125041759757963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111125041759757963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111125041759757963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/03/yayy-new-template-finally-after-about.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111104454408314072</id><published>2005-03-17T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T15:29:04.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back from band camp. i slept 17 hours last night!just want to say a big THANKYOU to rgssb for making my [our] last band camp so memorable, though there were so many restrictions set against your pleasure.i love you guys. especially towards the end of the camp.the skit, the songs, the enthusiasm, the cheers.the encouragement =)thankyou. &lt;3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111104454408314072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111104454408314072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111104454408314072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111104454408314072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/03/back-from-band-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111063101680673534</id><published>2005-03-12T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T21:33:48.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i asked this question to many people "are you looking forward to band camp?" and about almost all of them said yes, while the rest said quite/ok.it's rather sad to think that i'm not, isnt it?for one, i resent packing and unpacking. i dont see myself being motivated to pull myself out of 'bed' at 630 in the morning when there's seriously not much to look forward to later in the day.for two, i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111063101680673534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111063101680673534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111063101680673534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111063101680673534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-asked-this-question-to-many-people.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111036920450643673</id><published>2005-03-09T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T00:31:14.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[edit 090305 11:55PM] stop it. i hate all of you. stop making it sound as though it's my fault. this time i can confidently tell you IT'S NOT IT'S NOT so WHY DO I HAVE TO SHOULDER THIS RESPONSIBILITY freaking just go and die. if you dont die, I WILL.FUCK.why cant you just be a little bit more sensitive, a little bit more understanding, and a little bit more tolerant?you know i hate that place now</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-111008761000897099</id><published>2005-03-06T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T19:49:46.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[edit 060305 7:55PM] thanks for lending me your shoulder. you're the only one i can love now. promise you'll never leave me.ahh liangjingru concert rocked! the indoor stadium and the lighting made me feel as though i was in another separate world for 3+ hours. tookmy mind off things for a while.she came in in this white butterfly-like dress and she started with yanweidie and buxiangshui, both of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/111008761000897099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=111008761000897099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111008761000897099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/111008761000897099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/03/edit-060305-755pm-thanks-for-lending.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110994724552721114</id><published>2005-03-04T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T22:40:45.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wo mei you shen me yao qiu, zhi xi wang neng jie kai ni xin zhong de na ge jie.// qi shi wo yi zhi dou zai ni shen bian, ke wei shen me ni pian pian xuan ze zhan dao ling yi bian qu?i was always on your side... until you chose to move away.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110994724552721114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110994724552721114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110994724552721114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110994724552721114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/03/wo-mei-you-shen-me-yao-qiu-zhi-xi-wang.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110968563372023546</id><published>2005-03-01T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T22:00:33.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i really miss that kind of feeling.i guess, what she said was true and still holds true. and i believe she knows who i'm referring to, as much as i know who she's referring to.it's somewhat discouraging, really, to know that something once so simple and innocent can become like that. complexed. have we all matured to see more deeply into things, or have we just become more indignant, more full of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110933530552002279</id><published>2005-02-25T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T20:41:45.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>someone who cant share your joy is not your true friend.i want to know what i mean to you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110933530552002279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110933530552002279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110933530552002279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110933530552002279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/02/someone-who-cant-share-your-joy-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110907439735218882</id><published>2005-02-22T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:13:17.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i really cannot understand the people in _. i'm sick of looking at black faces and getting snapped at for no particular reason. i cant stand it when people dont listen and just walk off when they are buay song. i hate it when i feel i'm trying so hard yet nobody cares to understand. i know i'm not doing well but i could do with more help from everybody else. at least, i could do better than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110907439735218882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110907439735218882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110907439735218882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110907439735218882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-really-cannot-understand-people-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110898795398824848</id><published>2005-02-21T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T20:12:33.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahh oh dear i'm so sorry so so so sorry it was never my intention for her to re-meddle with the bloody seating arrangement ahh i think half the class wants to kill me now.i feel bad =(committee meeting was a waste of time. it wasnt exactly constructive. not just that, i think it could have ended like at least a half hour earlier coz it was either -silence- or -rubbish-. i dont understand. it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110898795398824848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Men See You As UnderstatedYou are an intreguing mix of girl and woman. You're feminine, quiet, and a total mystery to most men. Yet they often feel the urge to protect you, even if they don't know you. You *are* a flirt, but you usually only flirt with those you know well. How Do Men See You? Take This Quiz :-) Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.hahahahaha. *</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110882853452089068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110882853452089068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110882853452089068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110882853452089068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/02/men-see-you-as-understatedyou-are.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110882744561913854</id><published>2005-02-19T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T23:37:25.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy birthday venetia! =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110882744561913854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110882744561913854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110882744561913854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110882744561913854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-birthday-venetia.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110864888974719244</id><published>2005-02-17T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T22:01:29.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's not fair.why are both of us in the same relationship yet i'm the only person feeling topsy turvy about it.crapp. i hate emotional struggles like this.it's like, the more you blow hot and cold, the more i cant understand what you're thinking. the more you refuse to answer my questions, the more i tend to question. so what's the point of running away.even if you really cant stand it, it'll be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110864888974719244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110864888974719244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110864888974719244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110864888974719244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-not-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110839853539107944</id><published>2005-02-15T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:28:55.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm suffering from serious insomnia. and i'm turning horribly nocturnal.  i freaking feel like sleeping in the afternoons and evenings, but when it's the correct time to sleep, i just toss and turn about. shit. i want to sleep. =(after the long long 5-day holiday there's like a long long time before the next holiday =( i cant wait. i want a break. after a break i just want a longer break. this is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110839853539107944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>acutally, how i blog or what i blog about has got nothing to do with you, so why do you love to poke your nose into it so much. tsk.got caught in class today doing chemistry in geography class. hey it wasnt entirely my fault coz she gave us water break. so i thought we could like do anything we like. =( today was like a huge mad rush coz we had recess the second block, then the rest of the 4 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110779200564576304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110779200564576304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110779200564576304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110779200564576304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/02/acutally-how-i-blog-or-what-i-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110726238050462158</id><published>2005-02-01T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T23:52:52.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[edit 010205 11:57PM] how come the sec threes came back from obs, and i'm the one getting all the bites?! tsk! =P i'm starting to suspect they arent normal mosquitoes. hm.i'm becoming more scarred than ever. ohno. bad.//itching. itching. still itching. someone save me.ARGH PISS ME OFF. PISSSSS MEEEEE OFFFFF.FREAKKK.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110726238050462158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110726238050462158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110726238050462158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110726238050462158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/02/edit-010205-1157pm-how-come-sec-threes.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110708062887309161</id><published>2005-01-30T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T18:23:48.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I CANT BELIEVE THIS.i cant believe i tried to help them, tried to side with them, tried to reason and then this is what i get in return. what WE get in return.you know, conscience is a thing that is innate. if you dont have it, you dont. i've finally come to realize that.yar so we scolded them like little kids. i'll bet they have been going around telling everybody that. like hello,  i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110708062887309161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>people are generally hypocritical, but the saddest of them all are those who cannot bear to face up to themselves.it's really scary, how some people can hide so well. how some people can really conceal their true personality completely. it makes me wonder, if she really knows who she is.i dont wish to make assumptions or groundless accusations, but you and i all know it. besides, trust was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110676516101082360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110676516101082360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110676516101082360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110676516101082360'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[edit 180105 8:24PM] ok so what i dreaded most came true. i really have nothing to say. i know it's partly my fault but the other part of myself tells me that i am wrongly accused. like thanks alot, after all that i've done or tried to do for you guys. aside from anger i just feel utterly disappointed. yes i cried. but this time i wont be afraid to show that i did.what humility. what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110596955378029578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110596955378029578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110596955378029578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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that freaking sms, i reckon it's the tone] luckily i managed to hold it back. now i dont feel like it anymore. it's like.. no point. yes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110553342243289762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110553342243289762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110553342243289762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110553342243289762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/01/edit-140105-1202am-oh-yay-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110528860685642987</id><published>2005-01-10T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T00:36:46.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm tired. just get off my back.SCREWOFF.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110528860685642987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110528860685642987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110528860685642987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110528860685642987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110501712156242812</id><published>2005-01-06T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T22:30:05.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[edited 070105 10:35PM] now i feel really happy when juniors wave or say hi. coz it's no longer an obligation and i know they do so because they really acknowledge us =)i think i did the wrong thing. absolutely. i shouldnt have been such a noseyparker. i shouldnt have stuck my foot in this. everything's already beyond salvage.andiprobablydidthewrongthingaskingherforittoo.some things are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110501712156242812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110501712156242812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110501712156242812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110501712156242812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/01/edited-070105-1035pm-now-i-feel-really.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110483994102708136</id><published>2005-01-04T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T19:59:01.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm irritated.it's only the second day of school and i can feel it building up. one day i might just explode. I AM SO BOOKED. i freaking need 48 hours a day to complete the things i have to do.of course, i know i'm not the only one. many people are about the same. i just... need to rant. =( hm so ignore me.today's band prac wasnt the least bit constructive. i guess everyone was kind of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110483994102708136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110483994102708136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110483994102708136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110483994102708136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110450354515621022</id><published>2004-12-31T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T22:32:25.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school hasnt even started. i'm already feeling the tension. damn it. i cant finish all the things i have to do.it's like... i want to help. i want to do something that can make everybody happy. but there are just so many things not within our reach. if only people can understand.i feel slightly apprehensive and afraid about the coming of next year. i havent gotten used to it at all. and from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110394577344499017</id><published>2004-12-25T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T11:36:13.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oops i forgot.merry xmas! =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110394577344499017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110394577344499017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110394577344499017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110394577344499017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2004/12/oops-i-forgot.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110394554159321920</id><published>2004-12-25T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T11:33:28.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>adults are funny creatures. i dont understand how people can be that fake. it gets on my nerves really.i have a thousand million things to do i really dread the reopening of school. cca orientation even. i keep recalling that lunch treat when we talked about things, about band. what i told her about being tired of it. i was just wondering if i'd have reacted the same way if it really had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110394554159321920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110394554159321920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110394554159321920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110394554159321920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2004/12/adults-are-funny-creatures.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110312637354215051</id><published>2004-12-15T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T23:59:33.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm sad. lost. confused. torn apart.scared.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110312637354215051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110312637354215051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110312637354215051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110312637354215051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110277936757633616</id><published>2004-12-11T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T23:49:59.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm really impressed by the way some people blog because they always phrase everything so nicely. and they get their point across. hm. that explains my english.was just thinking about things. like how i got to know a certain somebody. how i got to understand her blah blah. i realize that a lot of the past seems to be quite a blur. like how i managed to become close to her.. and how we drifted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110277936757633616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110277936757633616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110277936757633616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110277936757633616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-really-impressed-by-way-some-people.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110250084410092840</id><published>2004-12-08T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T18:17:15.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm feeling a bit... sad. no. maybe just empty.i thought about a lot of things. i realized that i changed a lot over these 3 years. especially after this year, with so many incidents, experiences and opportunities to explore myself and explore others.now if you cannot take preaching i advise you not to read on lest there be any hard feelings.true bonding and understanding </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110250084410092840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110250084410092840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110250084410092840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110250084410092840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-feeling-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110215070562782052</id><published>2004-12-04T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T16:58:25.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dreamt about doctors and nurses last night. then i jerked awake in cold sweat.it kind of reminded me of my most horrible day in india. somehow. it was so bad.it's so pointless to cry, but i cant go on pretending nothing's wrong. i cant deceive myself. and yes i admit. i'm scared. never so scared in my entire life. and how many people can actually understand that?i'm supposed to call and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110215070562782052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110215070562782052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110215070562782052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110215070562782052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-dreamt-about-doctors-and-nurses-last.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110209626592252479</id><published>2004-12-04T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T01:51:05.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went out with my mother just now. the last time was pretty long ago i guess. other than when she went to the airport to pick me up which is quite duhhh.i fell in love with this dolphin bracelet i saw at this jewellery shop. it's so beautiful, so defined and just so pretty. i really fell in love with it. it kind of made me wonder when i started having this affection for dolphins.just like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110209626592252479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110209626592252479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110209626592252479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110209626592252479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-went-out-with-my-mother-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110182699525716074</id><published>2004-11-30T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T14:06:37.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont know how to describe my feeling now.basically, i thought inunion was quite a big screwup. not the items, just the whole thing in general. just me.i never felt so loser before. really.imagine yourself being someone who is supposed to be in charge. and then when people ask you what to do, the only thing you can say is 'i dont know'. especially since it was them who asked.i'm sorry. i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110182699525716074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi everyone i'm back.yes finally.i still cant quite believe i just touched down yesterday. seems like very very long ago. and 18 days seemed to have zoomed past just like that. all the events in india seem to be such a blur. like.. i cant really describe what i did over there. days just passed. why.i guess i truly enjoyed the trip. i probably have never learnt so much before in my entire </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110163393781676974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110163393781676974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110163393781676974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110163393781676974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2004/11/hi-everyone-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-110034395912394694</id><published>2004-11-13T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T19:05:59.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heyyy so i managed to drop by before the end of the month =P so excited to get to use the net. ahh. will update again next week. [i hope..] got to go now. miss all of you! bye =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/110034395912394694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=110034395912394694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110034395912394694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/110034395912394694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2004/11/heyyy-so-i-managed-to-drop-by-before.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-109983902180063590</id><published>2004-11-07T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:50:21.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>probably wont be here anymore. until the end of the month.collecting report book, meeting Clarine, then bye i'm leaving for india.miss me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/109983902180063590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=109983902180063590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/109983902180063590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/109983902180063590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2004/11/probably-wont-be-here-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-109948398381706858</id><published>2004-11-03T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T20:13:03.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back from leadership camp. i think beyond all those preaching i managed to see for myself the value of true leadership. from people like cheryl.i think this camp was really useful. i guess i managed to do many things that i thought i couldnt do and would never have done? and it helped me get to know sophia much better. i think the conversation we had in the camp exceeded the total amount of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/109948398381706858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=109948398381706858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/109948398381706858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/109948398381706858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2004/11/back-from-leadership-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-109923528036882970</id><published>2004-10-31T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T23:08:00.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after reading all the entries i really feel like crying again. ok it's all in the past but i've never felt so strongly for the class before. 301 you rock. really. nobody can deny that. not even the god almighty rgs pe dept.i guess this whole issue has really brought out the 301 spirit, all of us standing together, crying together. it's like even the littlest contribution meant so much to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/109923528036882970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>netball carn was utterly ridiculous. not our class of course. everyone worked hard and fought hard. the cheerers did their best, people spent time painting banners, shirt design was superb and the players were fantastic. everyone tried their best even though for some people what they were doing wasnt even their call. if you didnt know, we were supposed to be the champs.not that that's all that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/109915028897824137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=109915028897824137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/109915028897824137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/109915028897824137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2004/10/netball-carn-was-utterly-ridiculous.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-109853693822762172</id><published>2004-10-23T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T21:08:58.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh wow. one whole month of hiatus. sadly the time was never used for mugging =)anyway, exams over. =D and i must say our relaxation plans are really fast. 5 hrs straight of kbox immediately after 4 hrs of paper really wore me out like nuts. but. i enjoyed myself to bits. =D thanks to everybody who went. you were really great destressing agents! =)actually after hiatus for SO long i bet no one</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/109853693822762172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=109853693822762172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/109853693822762172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/109853693822762172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-109595327404448754</id><published>2004-09-23T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T23:27:54.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha josephtoh rocks. for once. =P he actually agreed to help me print the 20+++ page thing! ooh my lovely ink! hahahahaa.anyway i still think the whoever-it-is who stole the whole stack of papers is like a psychomaniac or something? like what do you want a whole pile of words for? please.. get a life. -.-i'm so so so so so relieved that bio is FINALLY over. after like 5 days of mugging. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/109595327404448754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>i dont know what to feel about this whole thing. i think we're starting to drift apart. something i sort of anticipated i guess. i'm starting to believe more and more in the theory of absence makes the heart grow fonder. it really does. then i'd rather we dont see each other so often. maybe it's me who hasnt been doing enough. for that, i can apologize. or maybe, i've just been expecting too much</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/109535248507558273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=109535248507558273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/109535248507558273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/109535248507558273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-dont-know-what-to-feel-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-109518315000923076</id><published>2004-09-15T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T01:32:30.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry. =(yayy i did quite alot today. did alot of work. okay maybe not alot just... more than usual XD i havent sat down properly and did work for a long long long long time. whooo. i feel accomplished =)it's amazing how something that means so much to me can not mean a speck of dust by someone else. and the worse thing is, that someone else is someone whom i thought would understand me. and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/109518315000923076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=109518315000923076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/109518315000923076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/109518315000923076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/2004/09/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>ToNk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04680003562918866193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232521.post-109482570175290223</id><published>2004-09-10T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T22:15:01.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been some time since i blogged. no mood to. not even now.somehow nothing can really cheer me up nowadays. like. i'm never genuinely happy. not really. even when i laugh at the back of my mind i know there's something for me to worry about. there's always something bugging. i dont know what.this is a bit late but still react was cool. zhongye's a nice guy. and the whole event was pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/109482570175290223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate it when people only know how to criticize, make comments that are hurting and unreasonable, yet pretend that they are all so kind and understanding and only knows what's the best. like whatever. it's getting on my nerves.i really feel so appreciated for what i did, seriously. if you dont regard my presence during inunion as something essential then i can jolly well dont go. honestly, the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscrutability.blogspot.com/feeds/109396115886881919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232521&amp;postID=109396115886881919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232521/posts/default/109396115886881919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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