<?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-3164744187870683860</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:47:58.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My God, Whatever.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MarcFactor™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490560330776439040</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164744187870683860.post-3954670715950423674</id><published>2009-02-12T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:02:18.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sometimes people do things not to ask for another's attention or get benefits, but just to make that person happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To: You Know Who You Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you really serious about your offer a few days ago? If you were, then my answer would be definitely yes! I'm not really sure if you'd see this but I'm giving you an answer here. And it's yes! I just hope you weren't kidding... XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to say who's this guy I'm writing to. He should know who he is if he reads it. Thanks for your offer, I'd really appreciate if you kept to it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's actually a lot of things I have to say,comment, voice out, express! But I feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;compelled&lt;/span&gt; to keep them to myself. This &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; an anonymous blog, that's why I feel so restricted in everything I've to say. If you already find my previous posts brazen, then I don't think you can handle my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;real&lt;/span&gt; posts. Instead, on my blog, it's full of these constrained posts which I find wearisome to publish. It's like locking up my ability to express myself, just to please public. It sometimes seems better to keep a private diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I actually regret making this a non-anonymous blog. But I'm too lazy to even change my skin. Much less say... make a new blog? So I'm just going to stick to this :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Cheerio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164744187870683860-3954670715950423674?l=nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/3954670715950423674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-people-do-things-not-to-ask.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/3954670715950423674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/3954670715950423674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-people-do-things-not-to-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>MarcFactor™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490560330776439040</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-3164744187870683860.post-4510521900761424147</id><published>2009-02-09T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:24:13.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt; problem.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just realized that a big percentage who read my blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CAN'T COMPREHEND ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No wonder things got out of hand regarding the previous post. Anyway, this shows one thing very clearly. If you can't understand, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Instead of misinterpreting what people mean. Is it that difficult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To: The 2 Lame Spammers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just get a freaking life. Calling me gay, eh? Good one. I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;no one &lt;/span&gt;has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; used that on me before. Be creative, and stop using such lackluster English! It's boring me. So if you've nothing better (or at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;not lousy&lt;/span&gt;) to say, just fuck off, douchebags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, please be more creative. And use words that are not so commonly used, of course if only there's alternative words that you know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;how&lt;/span&gt; to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll clarify the matter on the class shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate the entire class, just a really, really small number. I don't exactly hate TMJ, my form teacher. I just couldn't tolerate her. But the issues are cleared up. I'm neutral now. I'm NOT rich. What belongs to my dad, mom, grandmother or whoever is theirs. Not mine. I'm NOT rich currently. I only have lots of clothes and stuff, when it comes to cash, I sometimes don't even have a cent with me. Do you call that being rich? If you still do, then, there's nothing more I can say to clear my name. You wouldn't listen anyway! Let's just move on, away from this woeful incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z657GDqmR8k/SZBD_higNUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JS2jav9hG4A/s1600-h/Circus-_Album.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z657GDqmR8k/SZBD_higNUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JS2jav9hG4A/s400/Circus-_Album.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300811520028980546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go buy it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Britney Spears' latest album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Circus&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean, it's like one of the best music I've ever heard! The rhyth&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mic tunes are engaging and extremely addictive. It lifts up your spirits instantly! Britney's really back&lt;/span&gt;, bitches! And better than ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Womanizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is definitely the best track in the album, and also has the best video. It's absolutely enthralling, and you'd definitely not get bored with neither the song nor the video! Britney looks amazing in this video, it is quite a reminiscence of the toxic video. Maybe because Britney said that she wanted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Womanizer&lt;/span&gt; to be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;sequel&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toxic&lt;/span&gt;. It's absolutely amazing, go watch it! Or better still, go buy the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Deluxe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;edition&lt;/span&gt; of the album which includes the video of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Womanizer&lt;/span&gt; and the making of the album (which includes commentaries made by Britney).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z657GDqmR8k/SZBD_6BKRjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/eyWf4dMHVWE/s1600-h/2954201374_d70edbab3f_o.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z657GDqmR8k/SZBD_6BKRjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/eyWf4dMHVWE/s400/2954201374_d70edbab3f_o.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300811526600017458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164744187870683860-4510521900761424147?l=nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/4510521900761424147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-serious-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/4510521900761424147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/4510521900761424147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-serious-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>MarcFactor™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490560330776439040</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z657GDqmR8k/SZBD_higNUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JS2jav9hG4A/s72-c/Circus-_Album.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164744187870683860.post-2407836509971452794</id><published>2009-02-07T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:51:02.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To: The Lame Spammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously, just get a life you lewd whore/motherfucking bastard. Whenever did I say I was superior to others in the class? Superiority &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; go beyond one's birthright and social class. But even on terms of shrewdness and intellectuality, &lt;u&gt;you're&lt;/u&gt; still definitely of a much lower standing than me. Especially when you go round spamming people with your bad English in attempts to lower the class of their blogs. So just fuck off you bloody lowborn cunt/prick if you've nothing to showcase but those shallow and dull skills of E(Si)nglish, which in reality, displays even more clearly, your parentage. Which seems to be highly shady right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, am I really that snobbish? That seems to be what I hear from others. Especially some of those in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't think I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; snobbish. I've to admit, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;snooty. But is it to such a large extent as which people claim? People ask me how much my stuff cost. I just tell them. And they say I'm snooty for that reason? It's quite farcical if you come to think of it. It's like a beggar asking a person walking past for money, and then scolding that person for looking down on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal with it people, whether you like it or not, the is always differentials in social class. Prominent or not, it is always a stigma.When things that are related to wealth and the material world, parentage or even social etiquette are not brought up, chances of things going awry between people of 2 extreme classes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;may not&lt;/span&gt; even appear to be present. However when such issues are actually brought up, if either party is too sensitive, things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;could turn sour&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's with people who keep wanting me to say things that they don't like to hear? It's as if they want to create a reason to hate me! I don't need them to have a reason to hate me. But apparently, people like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;them&lt;/span&gt; are the ones who need a reason to hate me! They dislike me, but are unable to pick out at my character. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; this is perhaps because I don't ever give people a chance to guess who I really am. I create so many different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;façades of myself, creating whole new personalities of me. When they try to piece up who I am, they end up creating a unique, new character. And maybe it's because of this lack of understanding that makes many people love to hate me. I do care alot of how people look at me, but I'm only concerned how people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;really&lt;/span&gt; look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; concerned of how people view me from outside. People can't guess my inside, so I'm not too concerned about it. However, what I am on the outside can't be hidden! It's out in the world! That's why I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;really&lt;/span&gt; admire the quality of confidence in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.S. Ignore the "To be continued" satatus of the previous post. i forgotten what I had wanted to write. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164744187870683860-2407836509971452794?l=nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/2407836509971452794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-lame-spammer-seriously-just-get-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/2407836509971452794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/2407836509971452794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-lame-spammer-seriously-just-get-life.html' title=''/><author><name>MarcFactor™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490560330776439040</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-3164744187870683860.post-8432775905052153660</id><published>2009-02-04T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:54:42.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I fucking &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4N1&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And my form teacher as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, I don't exactly hate the whole class. Nor the majority. But that minority is really pissing me off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a number of them that are reasonable. But a bunch of them, just keep targeting me. As if I'm one of those easy to bully teachers. And I have no fucking idea why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this was actually started by the 'class shoe' issue. (refer to the January 16 post) Apparently it costs $15 now. For a plain shoe with colored(hooray?) laces. Justin told me that they were going to draw or something on the shoes. Wow, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;'great'&lt;/span&gt; idea. It'd be a sunny day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;, and the shoes will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;never&lt;/span&gt; in it's entire (wearable) existence, get wet. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WAKE UP!&lt;/span&gt; Uniqueness isn't necessarily good. Would you want this guy's photo to the printed on one of your tee-shirts? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z657GDqmR8k/SYluaN6f5II/AAAAAAAAAFg/zic2HEDmrUM/s1600-h/2204702515_0260faa1c2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z657GDqmR8k/SYluaN6f5II/AAAAAAAAAFg/zic2HEDmrUM/s400/2204702515_0260faa1c2_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298887833268774018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unless you obviously want to mock him, or maybe you're a fan. Other than that, no one else would. It'd be really unique! Why not have that be printed that on the class-tee? And aslo write &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;"4N1 wants to bang William Hung!"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; on the back of the tee, as the class' catchphrase/motto. Now, that would be truly unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I ask everyone who's reading this. Would you want a William Hung photo on your tee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, wearing $15 shoes. With amateur paintings. To me, THAT is equivalent to having a William Hung photo in front of my chest. I may not be the very rich, compared to others who are much wealthier, but seriously. Shoes that cost $15 aren't meant to be worn. This is 2009 people, not the 50's or earlier than that! Especially when using inexpensive amateur paints on it. The toxin and chemicals would come off the shoe when it gets wet. Most would be washed away, but a considerably large amount of toxin actually seeps into the shoe. I don't think I have to elaborate further on what toxins do to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If uniqueness is wanted, get a good quality tee-shirt, like organic tees. They're naturally dyed, and their prints being screen printed, does not contain any harmful chemicals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z657GDqmR8k/SYl0EykrMmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KVVxySlHPS8/s1600-h/2976976228_970d383d33_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z657GDqmR8k/SYl0EykrMmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KVVxySlHPS8/s400/2976976228_970d383d33_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298894062221996642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's unique. The feel, the look and the prints on the tee are all unique and different. And it protects the earth too. It costs just about $20, way cheaper than most tees people usually buy. But at a better quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Instead they want to buy $15 shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's the worst case scenario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z657GDqmR8k/SYl5MnBb1dI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WGlpQp1IY9A/s1600-h/2173328648_82bf90994d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z657GDqmR8k/SYl5MnBb1dI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WGlpQp1IY9A/s400/2173328648_82bf90994d_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298899694118491602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The shoes might have to taped up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So instead of dumping $15 into the sea, or should I say use friction to wear it out, why not top up a little more money and get a tee with great quality? Doesn't it make more sense that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah, as for my form teacher issue, she asked the entire class if anyone violently objects to it. I raised my hand. She didn't let me speak. 'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, they said that I should've protested when our form teacher asked if there were issues, instead of stirrig up problems when they're taking down the orders. I wasn't even given a fucking chance to object! And they expect me to forever hold my peace for that unfairness? What the hell? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I SO DON'T THINK SO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Post... To be continued... I gotta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164744187870683860-8432775905052153660?l=nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/8432775905052153660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-fucking-hate-4n1-and-my-form-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/8432775905052153660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/8432775905052153660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-fucking-hate-4n1-and-my-form-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>MarcFactor™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490560330776439040</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z657GDqmR8k/SYluaN6f5II/AAAAAAAAAFg/zic2HEDmrUM/s72-c/2204702515_0260faa1c2_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164744187870683860.post-7161813270672946970</id><published>2009-02-03T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:41:11.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, there's this chipmunk in the choir. His name is Samson and he is FUCKING IRRITATING. I hate a little conversation with him earlier. This is how it went... I shall correct all his mistakes that his made, putting it in the brackets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Samson: Why (are) you standing here?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself  : Your problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson: Ya!(Yeah)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself  : So? Deal with it then! It's none of my business!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson: [Mumbles shit that I could not understand]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself  : I can't understand you. Your teeth are in the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson: [Still saying crap which I can't figure out]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Myself  : I still don't understand you. Move your teeth back and speak properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Samson: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Squeaking&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I still can('t) hear you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Myself  : And I still don't understand you! Your (bloody) teeth are in the (fucking) way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's like only in his second year in choir? And he's dissed Tyson &amp;amp; me, unsuccessfully, on both occasions.  I'm sure he has pissed off others as well. His face alone is like more than enough to make you sick! He looks like a mutated hamster with teeth the size of Texas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Touch more on other issues and more on that bastard tomorrow. Got to go! XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164744187870683860-7161813270672946970?l=nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/7161813270672946970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-theres-this-chipmunk-in-choir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/7161813270672946970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/7161813270672946970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-theres-this-chipmunk-in-choir.html' title=''/><author><name>MarcFactor™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490560330776439040</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-3164744187870683860.post-6826913396593560344</id><published>2009-01-30T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T06:54:20.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;H&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ooray! 10 days without a post! -o&lt;/span&gt;-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this blog is withering. Just not exactly in a mood to blog. Nor do I have the spare time. Right now, I've better things to do than write to who knows who. But, I've a certain responsibility towards this blog. I'm supposed to upkeep it. So here I am, doing the responsible thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First and foremost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(75, 0, 130);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(238, 130, 238);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry if you found the gift I gave you was, erm... inane. I'm not good at gifts. Anyway, congratulations on... being 17. Okay, that sounded a tad incongruous. Sorry, for the rare few occasions of my life, I'm stumped on what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, well not much happened in the past 10 days... It had been kinda boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah, it was Chinese New Year. Not going to reveal how much I got in total, but I was left with only $652 after paying my mom what I owe her and depositing an unspecified amount into my bank account. It's not even enough to buy myself a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bag&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;School has been unproductive and boring. The English teacher yammers rubbish all the time, chemistry teacher puts a sleeping spell on us whenever he comes in and the physics teacher is absolutely impossible to understand. Although math as usual, was fecund. But joining math was geography &amp;amp; social studies. Which are incredibly interesting and easy this year. Haven't had accounts for the whole week. What a relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the two choir instructors, they're fucking irritating. I just simply can't put up with them! They're really getting on my&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; nerves. Especially that fucking douchebag, Fabian. He's totally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;craven. He always indirectly insult people and always covets being the good guy. Want to be the bad guy? Do it openly then, bastard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164744187870683860-6826913396593560344?l=nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/6826913396593560344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/01/h-ooray-10-days-without-post-o-i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/6826913396593560344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/6826913396593560344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/01/h-ooray-10-days-without-post-o-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>MarcFactor™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490560330776439040</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-3164744187870683860.post-4481060265298304864</id><published>2009-01-20T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:20:40.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess who I saw on Saturday at Takashimaya? Liying &amp;amp; Shuyi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I'm kinda hard of hearing. They called out for me multiple times, but I didn't hear them. Well, maybe because it was that I was looking at some stuff at Zegna. Anyway, when I finally heard them, I was kinda stumped. For a moment I didn't know what to say. Then I said 'Hi', followed by a 'Bye'. I know, it was such a lame moment. I was just a little dumbfounded at that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That day, I also went to the Zegna boutique in Paragon, because my uncle wanted shoes. When I went in, the customers that were inside were... How should I phrase it, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'typically dressed Singaporeans'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. One middle-aged man wore '90s jeans (it really seemed more than a decade old!), worn out polo-tee, trainers... Oh fuck. My aunt, uncle and I scurried out immediately after we saw that disaster. FYI, my uncle ended up with a Versace python skin shoe. They refused to go to Versace at first, but he ended up buying his shoe there. Ironic much? XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways, because my Chinese teacher was absent today, NO REMEDIAL (IRP)! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But there was choir after that anyways... XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay. Mrs Poon really has no sense of urgency. She only gets us to practice for the Chinese New Year performance on Friday after the choir practice. Which was supposed to end at 6, but ended at 6.30 anyway. So Nick, Shao Hong and I left. I heard they got some nagging from that old woman. Nothing much to complain about the instructors today. Except that they were damn boring and gave absolutely confusing and ridiculous instructions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh yeah, before I end off. I got a lot of (positive) feedback on the Gucci paper bag I brought to school today. Actually it's used in conjunction with the Tattoo Heart Collection event which is from the Nov 19th 2008 - Jan 31st 2009. And as long as you buy anything from the THC, they'd donate 25% of it away, to UNICEF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay then, ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164744187870683860-4481060265298304864?l=nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/4481060265298304864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-who-i-saw-on-saturday-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/4481060265298304864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/4481060265298304864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-who-i-saw-on-saturday-at.html' title=''/><author><name>MarcFactor™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490560330776439040</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-3164744187870683860.post-7623072522733633370</id><published>2009-01-16T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:00:13.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know what? I so hate my class. I mean, how cheesy can they be? Arrange tables in a crescent shape? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lame beyond belief. What happened to good old single files or four groups? Somethings are best stuck to the conventional way. Espcially when you don't have good ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And, to show individuality of the class, some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;douchebag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(who I wasn't aware was whom) recommended to make 'class shoe'. It's actually supposed to be a tee-shirt for students of a particular class to establish an inclusion to the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then they had to make a 'class shoe'. I can make do with a uniform, but a &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;unishoe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? It's fucking ridiculous. It costs S$13, FYI. Since when does thirteen dollar shoes make good shoes? Ones that are comfortable? Nice? It never did. Never does. AND NEVER WILL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The economic downturn doesn't mean you have to turn to thirteen dollar shoes. At this point, I'd so rather wear crocs than that cheap junk. I'm not asking the class to buy &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Berluti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christian Louboutin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which (for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Berluti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) costs over two thousand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At least get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Converse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? But no, thirteen dollar shoes were chosen instead. Shoes are really important and it extremely crucial to get a good pair! Or at least a dencent one. When you've no new ideas that are good, just stick to the classics.In this case, tee-shirts....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My form teacher seconded the idea of have a 'class shoe' over a 'class tee'. For the simple reason that 'class tees' are too common. Every student is wearing the same same hideous uniform. Why don't we stop wearing it them, and wear what we want instead? Screw that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;old spinster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, TMJ. Bloody bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Another issue, what is wrong with Joe &amp;amp; Fabian (the choir instructors)? They (Joe started it) were like reprimanding the choir for some members did not showing them 'respect'. Respect should be earned. Not to be assumed that they deserve it. And Joe, throughout the practice, was incessantly losing his temper. This had been going on for multiple practices. Almost all, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And what he claims is that he has been 'tolerating'. Please. Sure, he doesn't reproach, he uses actions instead. He should seriosuly enroll in some anger management courses. Or at least learn to not pull a long face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164744187870683860-7623072522733633370?l=nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/7623072522733633370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-what-i-so-hate-my-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/7623072522733633370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/7623072522733633370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-what-i-so-hate-my-class.html' title=''/><author><name>MarcFactor™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490560330776439040</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-3164744187870683860.post-3204913422744145901</id><published>2009-01-12T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:55:05.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, I know I'm fickle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I absolutely &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Geography now! I know, I know. I said before that I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it. But then, now it's the ever so simple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;geography of food! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I already know most of the stuff that are being though, meaning it's easier that the other subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In contrast, I am starting to &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Accounts. I really, really regret choosing Accounts over Art now. Why, oh why, must all the Accounts teachers (except Alan) be damn fucking boring? I kept dozing off on multiple occasions! I was already tired enough as it is, and then Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soo&lt;/span&gt; had to come along. And her lesson was&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; rec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ess&lt;/span&gt;. Can you imagine? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, there's a really strange news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Apparently, Amy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Winehouse&lt;/span&gt; and her husband Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ronson&lt;/span&gt; are apparently reported being targeted by some Islamic extremists. And I thought Amy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Winehouse&lt;/span&gt; was only irritating. But, it is said that the reason it's them is because they're Jewish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hello! Like pretty much most of Hollywood are also Jewish! What's the big deal? And why do all the extremists aim at the Jews? Hitler, and now by Islamic terrorists? Who's next? The menacing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hannnah&lt;/span&gt; Montana fans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ronsons&lt;/span&gt;. Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ronson's&lt;/span&gt; sis, Samantha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ronson&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently she and Lindsay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lohan&lt;/span&gt; didn't split. I seriously have no idea why in the world, would Lindsay want Samantha as her girlfriend. It's absolutely strange. In what way, does Samantha match up to Lindsay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lohan&lt;/span&gt;? And no, I don't get it either. Then again, could it really be because Sam really loves Lindsay? Whatever it is, Samantha is one &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lucky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lesbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Oh how I wish things work as well for me as things do for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways, that's about it. So... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciao!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164744187870683860-3204913422744145901?l=nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/3204913422744145901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-i-know-im-fickle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/3204913422744145901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/3204913422744145901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-i-know-im-fickle.html' title=''/><author><name>MarcFactor™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490560330776439040</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-3164744187870683860.post-2993562395690293801</id><published>2009-01-09T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T07:55:32.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I forgot to bring my camera again. Okay, I'd definitely bring my camera to school tomorrow. Gonna put it in my bag IMMEDIATELY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The reason I'm going back to school tomorrow: Secondary One Orientation Camp. What has it got to do with me? I'm in the choir, and we all all required to go to promote the choir to the freshmen. And the choir performance looks quite funny. And if I were the audience, I seriously won't take the group seriously. I don't understand why the choir is making dancing such a big deal of it. Priority is entertaining and singing. But neither is the crux to make the cut. It would have been better if they got a few solos and the rest be backup voices. At least people could hear voices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, more in the next post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164744187870683860-2993562395690293801?l=nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/2993562395690293801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/2993562395690293801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/2993562395690293801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>MarcFactor™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490560330776439040</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-3164744187870683860.post-4478620965849920411</id><published>2009-01-07T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T06:40:16.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so I promised pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I forgot to bring my camera to school today... so no pictures yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be more in the next post. Hopefully coming tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164744187870683860-4478620965849920411?l=nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/4478620965849920411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-so-i-promised-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/4478620965849920411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/4478620965849920411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-so-i-promised-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>MarcFactor™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490560330776439040</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-3164744187870683860.post-8864780903274608455</id><published>2009-01-06T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T06:35:03.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Okay, so this is my new blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The previous one was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; rotting, or has already &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;decomposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I had not posted on it for more than two months. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Seriously&lt;/span&gt;, how personal can I be on my &lt;strong&gt;'own'&lt;/strong&gt; blog? When it's easily accessible to everyone around the globe? However, I do wonder who &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wanna read my blog. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; don't have much to blog about. My social life is practically non-existent! My old blog had too many (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassingly&lt;/span&gt;) bad posts. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cheesy&lt;/span&gt;, and I felt like puking when I read it. It &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;That is the reason why I'm making this new blog. Hopefully it'll be better than the previous one. But looking at how bad stuff were in the previous blog, I don't see how much worse this one can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So, as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;URL&lt;/span&gt; states, this blog has "No Frills, Just Thrills."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I can give a 100% &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GUARANTEE&lt;/span&gt; that there's no frills... But the Thrills part... Err... I can give a 100% &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GUARANTEE&lt;/span&gt; that I'll TRY MY BEST. I can also provide a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; that I'd use proper English that is completely understandable, unless you have problems understanding "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chim&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hokkien&lt;/span&gt; for "profound") words. I'd use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Singlish&lt;/span&gt; on purpose from time to time, introducing the unique, interesting and amusing style of English by most Singaporeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I do have quite a bunch of stuff to blog about. Currently. I don't know if I'd still have in the future... But I'm keeping my fingers crossed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Okay. What the hell is up with the new colors in school? The hall/canteen has dark blue, yellow, red, pale blue, pale yellow, gray and white. They even had discs hanging outside the the canteen. The reason: to ward crows off. Seriously, it looks damn horrible! The classroom blocks had teal, light blue, even lighter blue and dark blue. The teal just doesn't go. And the light blues are disgusting looking. They look like paint colors from the early 90s. As for the other blocks... I can't exactly remember. I'm gonna take pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Next, principal Mrs Wong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt;. Her English is damn bad. And of her limited vocabulary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt;, she constantly mispronounces the words. And not to mention, her tenses are dead wrong. She also keeps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;incorporating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Singlish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; into her speech (not to have a comedic edge, but because of her inability to express herself in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). Something NEVER done by the previous principal, Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Rathi&lt;/span&gt;. And one of our vice-principal, Mr Tan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Teck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Tian&lt;/span&gt; (or Triple T) has English worse off than my Chinese Language teacher. And it &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"rains"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whenever he talks. The other VP, Benjamin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kwok&lt;/span&gt;, pretty much does nothing but intimidates us students when there's (according to them) a need. Maybe the reason being he was a discipline master before his promotion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Also, what happened to Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Poon&lt;/span&gt;? Her attitude is seriously so much better than before! She used to nag all day long and be grouchy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;douche bag&lt;/span&gt; who gets on students' nerves all the time. But now she's suddenly so good tempered? She's still a really &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;long-winded story-teller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; though I've to say. She always tell you she has something to say, then goes on and tell people a story (sometimes literally) and cites examples just to get &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; message across. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Joe, one of our choir instructors, a sulky, moody idiot, hit some choir members today because they&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "weren't dancing".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They, along with the whole group of boys, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;were not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; supposed to dance at that part in the first place. Need I go on on how fucked up his attitude is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Okay, actually I do have a little bit more things to share... But I'm tired from all the typing. So I'd publish another post tomorrow, with pictures of the school with the ugly new paint colors. And maybe some other additional stuff that I find I should take a picture of and upload?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So long for now, readers! (I doubt there's even any)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#151515;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ciao!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; (Italian for 'bye', say: 'chow')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3164744187870683860-8864780903274608455?l=nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/feeds/8864780903274608455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/8864780903274608455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164744187870683860/posts/default/8864780903274608455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofrillsjustthrills.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blog.html' title='New Blog.'/><author><name>MarcFactor™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490560330776439040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
