<?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-32326893</id><updated>2011-07-15T05:24:20.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPLITZ</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>watnonsense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11944049777633943614</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32326893.post-3106925644824997880</id><published>2007-02-27T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:19:06.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE STUPIDITY, be it in myself or others. I really ABHORE the presence of it. Haha, and the trigger for this weird outburst against something that is really uncontrollable is my DEAR student. Haha, it is really freaking argh. Imagine asking her what is the difference between 165 and 155, and she tells me it is 1. How brillant. When she subtracts 400 from 60, it is 460. Why oh why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I guess if i were others i'd really hate myself. Cause there are a lot of things that i do not know of. Haha...what a contradiction. Although i know that no one can be hundred percent stupid-proof. This is because stupidity is a very subjective kind of word. Still, i hope in future that i can be more benevolent to those i deem stupid. Oh gosh, i think i really need patience&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32326893-3106925644824997880?l=two-personalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/feeds/3106925644824997880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32326893&amp;postID=3106925644824997880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/3106925644824997880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/3106925644824997880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/2007/02/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-hate-stupidity-be-it.html' title=''/><author><name>watnonsense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11944049777633943614</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-32326893.post-1012067980106621006</id><published>2007-02-07T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:13:44.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess i have a lot of things to say sometimes. I wish badly that there is someone to tell to, but maybe it is due to my own habit of replying, i fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: "you know right...blah blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;me: "okay, then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i guess i am a bit too calm when share their problems or what not. so how? argh...I'm trying to change. but it is a bit hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, i'd probably not even be writing this post if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) there is someone to talk to RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;b) there is still writing space left in my diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i need to go and get a new diary. Sadly my schedule quite packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, i really need to tell my problems. sadly i won't say it here cause it is a tad bit too public. and i'm shy (ya right!) but seriously i don't really like to write here as i dunno the repercussions that might happen over my posts. or let's just say i dun like to be criticized cause my heart is way too weak. also, i dun like criticism although i have to take it. criticism makes me feel small. and i dun like this feeling. then again, i do not like to be labelled as being too defensive. so how? ARGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32326893-1012067980106621006?l=two-personalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/feeds/1012067980106621006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32326893&amp;postID=1012067980106621006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/1012067980106621006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/1012067980106621006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-guess-i-have-lot-of-things-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>watnonsense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11944049777633943614</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-32326893.post-117056630413293166</id><published>2007-02-04T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T13:18:24.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>: Can you name 8people you treasure &amp; canthink of right off the top of yourhead? Don'tread the questions underneath until youwrite denames of all 8 people...This is a lotfunnier ifyou actually randomly list the namesfirst...No Cheating!!!&lt;br /&gt;1 - Jasper&lt;br /&gt;2 - Serena&lt;br /&gt;3 - Joey&lt;br /&gt;4 - Melissa&lt;br /&gt;5 - Tasha&lt;br /&gt;6 - Sherilyn&lt;br /&gt;7 - ASH&lt;br /&gt;8 - Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 8?&lt;br /&gt;She is my ah ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you had never met1?&lt;br /&gt;my wallet would still be intact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 6 and 2 dated?&lt;br /&gt;eh...PLEASE NO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen 4 cry?&lt;br /&gt;I think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 1 is cute?&lt;br /&gt;CUTE MY FOOT!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to know 7?&lt;br /&gt;she's my sunday sch teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever go on a date with number3?&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 7's Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Red, I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 6 confessed theyloved you?&lt;br /&gt;she loves me, and everybody hee =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact about 8:&lt;br /&gt;She can sew really well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 4 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;I shan't participate in gossip =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is number 5 to you?&lt;br /&gt;My precious sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever live with 1?&lt;br /&gt;NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 2 single?&lt;br /&gt;No gossip shall be in this post hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 7 live?&lt;br /&gt;Dorset Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about 3?&lt;br /&gt;She PMSes too often, hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best thing about number 8?&lt;br /&gt;She knows me like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like about number 6?&lt;br /&gt;She is my precious shepherd so she guides me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Memory with 1?&lt;br /&gt;All memories are bad, very bad...&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>watnonsense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11944049777633943614</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-32326893.post-116947835947327423</id><published>2007-01-22T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T23:05:59.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What if I told YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Would YOU believe me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32326893-116947835947327423?l=two-personalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-32326893.post-116849830802924804</id><published>2007-01-11T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T14:51:48.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a new year, with new school and new friends. ha, just when i had made friends with the members of my OG group, it seems as though i have to start all over again with split OG group and new people with classes. SIAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32326893-116849830802924804?l=two-personalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116849830802924804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32326893&amp;postID=116849830802924804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/116849830802924804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/116849830802924804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-with-new-school-and-new.html' title=''/><author><name>watnonsense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11944049777633943614</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-32326893.post-116706228705785494</id><published>2006-12-25T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T23:58:07.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gift inventory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 jigsaw puzzle&lt;br /&gt;1 blowing things with message&lt;br /&gt;1 strawberry cushion&lt;br /&gt;1 wrist cushion&lt;br /&gt;1 keychain&lt;br /&gt;1 phone accessory (i think)&lt;br /&gt;1 soft toy&lt;br /&gt;1 jigsaw frame&lt;br /&gt;1 mp3 player (1GB)&lt;br /&gt;1 notebook&lt;br /&gt;1 bath soap thingy&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few christmas cards and such&lt;br /&gt;And LOADS of LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32326893-116706228705785494?l=two-personalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116706228705785494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32326893&amp;postID=116706228705785494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/116706228705785494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/116706228705785494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/2006/12/gift-inventory-1-jigsaw-puzzle-1.html' title=''/><author><name>watnonsense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11944049777633943614</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-32326893.post-116694100108336608</id><published>2006-12-24T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T14:16:41.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh...i realized that i have little or no &lt;strong&gt;LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;. which is quite sad. here i am being crazy with no one to see me. though if there were people who saw me, would they really see the genuine me? it is weird, i am weird, there are times where i wish that someone would just break through the barrier and see me for who i am. then again if they really saw the true me, would they accept this different person. i don't think so. maybe i am not so unique after all cause i bet that everybody behaves differently with and without people. so as such, there are bound to be bouts where we wish everyone sees the real us, and then there are times where we wish to hide behind our masks. haha...i am probably ranting, and probably there are little or none who would read this post, but i guess that is the fun in anonymity, and just maybe that is why i'd rather write in my diary anytime in contrast to a blog. still the only reason i'm writing or rather typing this is because since my nails are getting longer, it is getting harder to write, so maybe i should get it cut, but then it would be such a pity, like my hair. to cut or not to cut. sigh, too confused with myself...wahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32326893-116694100108336608?l=two-personalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116694100108336608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32326893&amp;postID=116694100108336608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/116694100108336608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/116694100108336608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/2006/12/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>watnonsense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11944049777633943614</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-32326893.post-116253948420727234</id><published>2006-11-03T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T15:38:04.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://me-grey.blogspot.com"&gt;http://me-grey.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a little sad that you cannot really love someone, to the extent you say sorry that you would love. love and hate is only separated by that one line. i mean since they are opposites, you would expect them to be really really far apart. but i realised after watching many many dramas that love can easily turn to hate once you that line snaps. there's just so much to say about love. LOVE can make you hate. LOVE is selfish, &lt;strong&gt;YET&lt;/strong&gt;, LOVE is selfless. LOVE is possessive, &lt;strong&gt;YET&lt;/strong&gt;, LOVE is wishing the 0ther is happy. haha. so weird. like in dramas, manymany kinds of LOVE is portrayed. so if you would like to know more, go watch more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'll EVER fall in love. (o:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32326893-116253948420727234?l=two-personalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116253948420727234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32326893&amp;postID=116253948420727234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/116253948420727234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/116253948420727234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/httpme-grey.html' title=''/><author><name>theidiot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289395385919276006</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-32326893.post-116099705021162099</id><published>2006-10-16T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:10:50.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It only takes seperation to make us fully understand a person's worth in our hearts. I believe that no matter how insignificant a person is, when any relationship is seemingly broken or filled with obstacles, suddenly it seems really precious to us. Maybe it is just the human mentality, but we are actually quite selfish when we realize that something would be stolen. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm in the mood for jazz, thus the change in song to Kenny G...for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32326893-116099705021162099?l=two-personalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116099705021162099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32326893&amp;postID=116099705021162099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/116099705021162099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/116099705021162099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-only-takes-seperation-to-make-us.html' title=''/><author><name>watnonsense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11944049777633943614</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-32326893.post-115735092821765315</id><published>2006-09-04T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T14:22:08.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>only got shuai guys in MANGA. haha.&lt;br /&gt;anw, studying is so boring and i don't know why we are even doing it. i want to go to polytechnic in future, then i can actually learn how to apply stuff to real life. if not like quite pointless regurgitating all the memorised stuff into exam papers. [eww, quite gross. haha((:] but sometimes, i think it's easier to just remember then vomiting. vomiting is always easier. (: but then i think it's better to be anorexic instead of bulimic, vomiting still seems quite gross. and you waste money eating food when you're going to die anyway. at least anorexic is like better, you want to die then don't waste food. got people in third world countries that don't have food leh. hais. holidays already still must do homework. i thought holidays were meant for resting.. homework takes a lot out of you. it's almost liek going to school. but i think school better then can sleep in class. haha. i dreamt of some routine like thing that was very funny. then i wanted to know how to do it then i'll be the only one who knows. yay! then i suddenly dreamt that other people actualy know about it already only it was banned for some reason. I haven't had a dream in so long already, usually never rest enough then must wake up already. haha, i so happy. usually, i dream about some nonsensical stuff that is very funny to think about when i awake. seldom i dream of scary stuff, but it happens once in a while. maybe it's cuz i very happy always. YAY! dreams are so amazing like they just form like weird storylines, sometimes unrelated to anything you thought about in the day, contrary to popular belief. but usually it's about something you know i guess and sometimes you dream about some stuff that happens in real life. but i think sometimes, i sleep too much already then sometimes, i cannot tell whether it's real life or dreamland until i awake from my dream. it's knid of scary leh.  on the last note. i think like singers all lead very bad family lives is it, all the songs about how they're family is so like that. okay. i tired already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32326893-115735092821765315?l=two-personalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/feeds/115735092821765315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32326893&amp;postID=115735092821765315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/115735092821765315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/115735092821765315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/2006/09/only-got-shuai-guys-in-manga.html' title=''/><author><name>theidiot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289395385919276006</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-32326893.post-115712150440103775</id><published>2006-09-01T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:38:25.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me tell you about the story of the worst kind of person that have ever lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a girl by the name of E, she lacked brains, in the academic sense, however she was horribly scheming. She disrespected all her elders, and envied her betters. E was a person who was the scum of all scum. She liked to take advantage of others, using the branded stuff of others. She was one who liken herself to the likes of Paris Hilton, and true to the heiress, she was a total bitch and slut, a wannabe. If there was anyone who liked her, he must either be a) blind, or b) hardup for some entertainment. She was hypocritical, trying to be cool by joining some really nice group of people, when all that time, she is just following them, wanting to be like them so she can bully others, flaunting her power. Tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, so darn angry...sorry for being a bitch, but I just really cannot stand her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32326893-115712150440103775?l=two-personalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/feeds/115712150440103775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32326893&amp;postID=115712150440103775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/115712150440103775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/115712150440103775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/2006/09/let-me-tell-you-about-story-of-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>watnonsense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11944049777633943614</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-32326893.post-115640450074808106</id><published>2006-08-24T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:28:20.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been thinking a lot about the stress that one faces in the working industry. Do I really want to devote all of my time to ensuring that my profession is a success? I really do not know...Maybe, just maybe I should go be a housekeeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...maybe it is way overdue, but I seriously believe that I am lacking as a woman. As the Chinese would say "Jin De Liao Chu Fang, Chu De Liao Ting Tang", which literally means a woman who is able to handle both the kitchen and her profession. I wish to be like that, but for now, the kitchen seems to look like a battlefield to me. I wish to bake those amazing cakes, and maybe creme brule...hee, I too want to produce magnificent dishes using truffles and foie gras. But for now, I need to learn chinese cooking, wahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32326893-115640450074808106?l=two-personalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/feeds/115640450074808106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32326893&amp;postID=115640450074808106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/115640450074808106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/115640450074808106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/2006/08/have-been-thinking-lot-about-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>watnonsense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11944049777633943614</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-32326893.post-115605195526229167</id><published>2006-08-20T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T13:32:35.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wanted to say that,&lt;br /&gt;EVOLUTION is like a fairytale! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the reason why i said that was because, i was just watching "Walking With Monsters" from the producers of " Walking With Dinosaurs" only on Kids Central at 1230pm (at present). It's kind of exciting, the like playing the hunter and prey kind of game.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, I think I'm sidetracking. so they were showing how evolution caused some fishes to be the humans today. dots.... SO, I was like wondering to myself, actually this story and the story of dinosaurs are kind of like fairytales that are made up of some DUNNO WHAT. I guess, they could just find some bones of dinosurs and like piece them together like a puzzle then say, " THIS IS THE EXTINCT TYRANNOSAURUS" WOW! and everybody would just believe  it because SCIENTISTS said it. imagine if some AH BENG were to piece some bones together and say it's a "AHBENGNOSAURUS" (named after himself) do you think anyone would even believe it?? haha. the thought of it just causes me to roll on the floor in laughter.&lt;br /&gt;ok, that was not really the point, but I guess scientists are similar to writers in that they make stories up for a living. They explain how like we get our lungs, limbs and all due to some species of FISH evolving. THAT is funny. hahahaha((: All these stories are quite amusing and they make it so real that you ALMOST fall for it. (but i didn't HAH! i'm GOOD!)&lt;br /&gt;So, in CONCLUSION. SCIENTISTS make up stuffs for a living. YAY! i like just completed a dunno how many word essay! haha. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32326893-115605195526229167?l=two-personalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/feeds/115605195526229167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32326893&amp;postID=115605195526229167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/115605195526229167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/115605195526229167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-wanted-to-say-that-evolution-is.html' title=''/><author><name>theidiot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289395385919276006</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-32326893.post-115556009896503053</id><published>2006-08-14T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:54:58.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At the foot of the cross&lt;br /&gt;Where grace and suffering meet&lt;br /&gt;You have shown me Your love&lt;br /&gt;Through the judgement you recieved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You've my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yes You've won my heart&lt;br /&gt;Now I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trade these ashes in for beauty&lt;br /&gt;And wear forgiveness like a crown&lt;br /&gt;Coming to kiss the feet of mercy&lt;br /&gt;I lay every burden down&lt;br /&gt;At the foot of the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the foot of the cross&lt;br /&gt;Where I am made complete&lt;br /&gt;You have given me life&lt;br /&gt;Through the death You bore for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You've won my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yes You've won my heart&lt;br /&gt;Now I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trade these ashes in for beauty&lt;br /&gt;And wear forgiveness like a crown&lt;br /&gt;Coming to kiss the feet of mercy&lt;br /&gt;I lay every burden down&lt;br /&gt;At the foot of the cross&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32326893-115556009896503053?l=two-personalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/feeds/115556009896503053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32326893&amp;postID=115556009896503053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/115556009896503053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/115556009896503053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/2006/08/at-foot-of-cross-where-grace-and.html' title=''/><author><name>watnonsense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11944049777633943614</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-32326893.post-115511114234876932</id><published>2006-08-09T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T16:18:24.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's national day....Yeah! I am so excited over the nation's birthday. Why? Cause unlike many youngsters that I know who wants to migrate and have little sense of loyalty, I simply love Singapore. Hmmm, why do I love Singapore? Since it's her 41st birthday, I would write 41 reasons why I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I love her for she's my home, a safe habour when I am down&lt;br /&gt;2: Singapore has all my friends and family, I can't imagine life without them&lt;br /&gt;3: She is so small, so travelling time frm one place to another is short, and I won't get lost&lt;br /&gt;4: She's young yet has achieved things tt other countries take hundreds of yrs to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;5: She's multi-racial, we are weird people as we all can co-exist with other races peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;6: There is religious freedom here, so I can worship the Lord w/o being persecuted.&lt;br /&gt;7: We are exposed to all sorts of culture, largely due to tourism&lt;br /&gt;8: As such, we get to eat all sorts of GREAT food&lt;br /&gt;9: Ditto for the many festivals that Singapore experiences&lt;br /&gt;10: Because of the many festivals, we have many sch hols&lt;br /&gt;11: Singapore is neither too hot or too cold&lt;br /&gt;12: Since we do not have 4 seasons, buying clothes are cheaper&lt;br /&gt;13: Also, here we can buy all sorts of stuff frm all over the world&lt;br /&gt;14: No waves, but = no natural disasters&lt;br /&gt;15: We have good and strong leaders who have foresight&lt;br /&gt;16: As such, we now have one of the best ports in the world&lt;br /&gt;17: Our airport is actually fun to be in&lt;br /&gt;18: We actually have a pretty efficient transport system&lt;br /&gt;19: There is no biasness against women&lt;br /&gt;20: The laws actually favor women more then men, wahahah&lt;br /&gt;21: Therefore women can actually study&lt;br /&gt;22: Also, there are no wars&lt;br /&gt;23: So I am quite safe&lt;br /&gt;24: We are better than our neighbours, a major power in SEA&lt;br /&gt;25: We do not have former leaders who fight with our current leaders, (eg: Malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;26: Our leaders are also not corrupt or power hungry&lt;br /&gt;27: Our PMs are actually taller than most other PMs&lt;br /&gt;28: Universal Studios is considering us, instead of Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;29: We are smarter than our neighbours, buying crude oil to sell as refined oil&lt;br /&gt;30: Since we are so smart, scholars naturally want t o come here to study&lt;br /&gt;31: We have good doctors, so some rich people frm other countries come here for their checkups&lt;br /&gt;32: We are similar to Venice, a major power in the past&lt;br /&gt;33: And yet we are not sinking as fast a rate as them&lt;br /&gt;34: Joey says: She loves Singapore cause we are a red dot and can be seen on the map&lt;br /&gt;35: For me I love Singapore cause this red dot is actually expanding&lt;br /&gt;36: Although we are small, yet we can win wars cause we have technology&lt;br /&gt;37: Our government is not cooped up in a shell, being worried about pollution and such&lt;br /&gt;38: Our leaders are not arrogant, doing things w/o thinking, (eg: N Korea)&lt;br /&gt;39: We are NOT a communist country&lt;br /&gt;40: Joey says: I love Singapore because we are Independent for 41 yrs&lt;br /&gt;41: I love Singapore cause she is Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I end my rant about Singapore. I LOVE SINGAPORE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32326893-115511114234876932?l=two-personalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/feeds/115511114234876932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32326893&amp;postID=115511114234876932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/115511114234876932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/115511114234876932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/2006/08/todays-national-day.html' title=''/><author><name>watnonsense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11944049777633943614</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-32326893.post-115503838717744534</id><published>2006-08-08T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T19:59:47.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what should we talk about today. Hmmm...well, I was just thinking how great it was for me to love reading. For those of you who know me, you'd probably know that reading is one of my most favorite pasttime, surpassing any others like writing and even watching tv or playing the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly though, the world is improving. People do not like reading, finding it to much of a chore. Instead, the choose to read summaries of books, pretending to know much information when they have none, or so I've read in an article. Personally I feel it's a tragedy, how can you only read summaries, where's the joy in reading like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy of reading comes from the process, not the end product. The reason why reading is so amazing for me is largely due to the fact that it creates an alternate universe. Reading is about feeling what the characters feel, seeing what they see, and just living the lives they lead in the book. When you realize all of that, you feel as though the whole story has come alive to you. It is no longer JUST another story, but instead, it becomes a second life that you lead. It becomes a distraction from our usually ordinary lives, adding flair and color into it. A beautiful picture painted just for the sole purpose of relieving us of our normally heavy burdens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why then is reading becoming a chore? Why are people more willing to waste their times on the tv, the computer, instead of exploring this amzing world of books? I really do not know. Will there ever be a day where reading ceases to exist? If so, please don't let me live to see it. For then, there would no longer be life in this pathetic time we spent on earth. Sigh, how I wish that people can just read and explore this world, give it a chance to show you its mysteries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32326893-115503838717744534?l=two-personalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/feeds/115503838717744534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32326893&amp;postID=115503838717744534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/115503838717744534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/115503838717744534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-should-we-talk-about-today.html' title=''/><author><name>watnonsense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11944049777633943614</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-32326893.post-115496069925096314</id><published>2006-08-07T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:25:31.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahahha. i just blogged ytd. and i don't care about tworld affairs. i care about me only. ((: what else to say. me am joey song xinru and 14 in st nichlolas ST JOHN! haha. yay. i don't know what to say lah.. nosensing around. byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32326893-115496069925096314?l=two-personalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/feeds/115496069925096314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32326893&amp;postID=115496069925096314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/115496069925096314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/115496069925096314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/2006/08/hahahahha.html' title=''/><author><name>theidiot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289395385919276006</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-32326893.post-115495843180211763</id><published>2006-08-07T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:53:42.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe this! I actually am blogging again! rambling there. joey: lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I should introduce myself. This protagonist is 16, goes by the name Joy. Truly interested in world affairs. Hate to admit this, but she's a romantic. a tad cynical, but at the same time naive about many things. yup, so there you have it, this is me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might type more some other time, but right now, have to do up the template, sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32326893-115495843180211763?l=two-personalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/feeds/115495843180211763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32326893&amp;postID=115495843180211763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/115495843180211763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32326893/posts/default/115495843180211763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://two-personalities.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-cant-believe-this-i-actually-am.html' title=''/><author><name>watnonsense</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11944049777633943614</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>
